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justmystical · 2 months

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The Forgotten- 1

Pairing: Lucifer x Butterfly!fem!reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel x Star vs the forces of evil

Warnings: Pre-season of Hazbin hotel, Alternative Universe

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(Name) Butterfly is the Second Princess of Mewni and the Younger Sister of Queen Eclipsa.She has long red hair ,light Turquoise eyes and red round shaped marks on her cheeks.

Being the second Princess she didn't experience using her Family Relic,the Magic wand of the Butterflies that was pass down to generations to generations. Ofcourse she already knew from the beginning she wouldn't wield it. However her late Mother Queen Solaria the Monster Carver requested that she would given a replica of the family wand.

When her Mother was alive she would always want to protect her two daughters,so when she reigned Mewni she requested to the Embodiment of the Magic Book of there family to make a replica for her Protection.Just when her sister turned fourteen she received it.

She was thankfull for her mother's gift even though it was the last gift she ever received from her.

When she touched her wand it turned to a key like wand.She also found out that she can turn it to a necklace,she expect what would happen next...

She was mourning her mother's death and wanted someone to comfort her, suddenly her tears fell from her eyes to her wand and it lit up.

That surprised her very much and watched as the one ascend through the air and watch it transforms to a cat?!

This was the best thing that happened to her in weeks after her mother's death, a cat that was loyal to her and comforted her in hours mourning. It felt she felt and she decided to name her KeeKee.

Timeskip

You were currently having breakfast with your sister and her husband, yeah you never did like Shastacan or what's his name. You see him as rude and so full of himself,so you really don't how your sister survives him. If you were her you would rather feed yourself to monsters.

"So n/n how's your lesson with Glossaryck been going?"Your sister Eclipsa asked you, you stopped eating and looked at your sister "well, to be completely honest sister?poor Glossaryck is having a hard time"i giggled and Eclipse joined in"my,my sister don't give him a hard time"

You saluted and she laughed again, You and Your sister were always close but sometimes you feel like she hiding something from you.

As Breakfasts came to an end, you said goodbye to my sister and well except for Shastacan.

You removed your necklace and let transform into a cat " hewo Keekee"you said in a baby voice and she rubbed her head on your hand.

"should we visit another dimension?i think Glossaryck is going with sister today"You told her" and i may have stolen a portal scissor , don't tell anyone okay"

You went to your room to change into something comfortable, you put on a cloak and gotten everything you need ready.

Keekee transforms back into a key necklace as you put the hood of the cloak on. You cut the air to open a portal.

Earth

You visited here multiple times cause you a curious Princess.

Here it was so different from Mewni,its very interesting to say the least.

You explored more around and Keekee already transformed earlier as she guide you through the paths,she was given to you like she was your babysitter as some people joke.

You were to busy looking around you didn't noticed Keekee to be distracted to something.When you finally noticed you ran try to find your beloved pet.

"Keekee?where are you girl?" You shouted and looked around until you saw her in the hands of a blonde short man with a top hat he was sitting down by a tree.

It looked like Keekee was comforting him like she comforted you..

You walked closer to get a glimpse of the man he had the most beautiful face you ever seen and you were shocked to see he had similar marks on the cheeks like yours.

"hello?"you said which made the man jumped in surprise.

He looked at you and you remove your hood"hi?"he replied voice hoarse.

Was he crying?

Keekee saw you and rubbed herself on your leg"oh is this your cat?"you nodded.

"well I didn't know sorry..."

"it's alright,it seemed like you needed it..."you said"can i sit down with you?"he looked confused but nodded.

"hasn't anyone told you about stranger danger?"he asked and i laughed.

"well i like danger and it looks like you could use someone to talk to...my cat doesn't usually comfort any other people... she's like a detector for people who need a little help" you trailed off looking at Keekee.

"how can you be sure i need someone?"

"well,Keekee does and i trust my feline companion"

He laughed and it was like music to your ears.

"I'm (Name) by the way , what's yours?"

He froze and looked hesitant in telling you his name.

"it's umm.."

You looked at him with a confused face

"it's Lucifer..."he fully expect for you to run away.

But you didn't and smiled.

"nice to meet you Lucifer"

Lucifer yet again had to suffer his punishment. Only seeing the bad of his doings, he was summoned by a bunch of people devoted to him. They had sacrificed a lamb , baby lamb.

He can't endure this.. he only want people to have freedom and this is the consequences he got.

He teleported out out of that part of the forest and sat by a trying to maintain his breathing.

He sobbed for this retched cursed upon him.

Until he heard a meowing and saw a cat walking towards him at first he was scared to harm this little creature.

But It seems like it wasn't scared of him and for awhile it comforted him.

"KeeKee!"

He heard a luring voice but didn't moved an inch.

Until the girl greeted him,he was hesitant in interacting with this girl.

For some reason this girl is giving a source of good energy, not only that she was also gorgeous.

At the end he thought she would ran away from his name. But for some reason this girl seem confused at my hesitantion

How odd...

A/n: i know Keekee is the embodiment of the hotel but for the sake of this story and it's an alternative universe

#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel keekee #lucifer morningstar #x reader #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #eclipsa butterfly #the forgotten

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southerngothicchic · 6 months

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The Boy at the Video Store

(This isn't too explicit, but is still 18+)

You have a crush on the boy at the video store, and it's eating you alive. The way he leans across the counter and lowers his voice when he talks to you makes you dizzy. You hope he can't see how he makes you blush when his fingers brush yours when handing you one of the tapes you requested they hold for you.

He always smiles before running his hand through his perfect hair. Your eyes always follow his movements, lost in a daydream of how you wish it was yours instead of his.

He notices how you look at him, and it gives his ego a much needed boost. He's struck out with so many girls lately, that he was starting to question how charming he really was. You were different, though, from the minute he saw you walk in, he knew he could win you over.

Much to his delight, he didn't have to try that hard, as you were already giggling at his bad puns and overall goofy charisma.

Robin overhears him, while restocking the shelves and playfully rolls her eyes.

You each instinctively lean forward, with you bracing your hands on the counter, while he presses his body against it. He swears you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen and the fact that you're still standing there, smiling at him like this, makes his heart race.

His eyes drift to your pretty, pink lips, wanting desperately to kiss them. He fights the urge to pull you to him, telling himself he'll get to feel your lips on his soon.

You both do this little dance for weeks, always flirting with each other, with it ultimately leading nowhere. Until today.

That Friday evening, you appear, instantly brightening his monotonous shift.

"Hi Stevie," you greet, with a smile.

Your nickname makes him smirk. It had started as a joke, as you and Robin had been teasing him about more movies he hadn't seen, and after that, it just stuck.

"Hey," he greets, in return, as his eyes meet yours.

"Another exciting shift?" You then snark.

"Oh yeah, super busy, as you can see," he replies, gesturing to the empty store.

You giggle before leaning forward, onto the counter.

"So, were you able to find the movie I was looking for, the other day?"

"Yeah, actually Robin found it," he begins, turning away to look through a pile of tapes stacked on the backside, of the counter.

He faces you again, tape in hand. A devious grin forms on his lips as an idea enters his mind.

"Tell ya what..." he begins, leaning forward, "I'll trade you this tape, for a kiss."

His proposal catches you off guard.

"I don't think that's how it works," you reply, with a nervous laugh.

"Its a new policy, only for my favorite customer..." he continues, his voice dangerously low.

You suddenly feel flustered. You've literally been dreaming about this moment and now you can't speak.

"So, what's it gonna be, angel?" He asks, coming out from behind the counter and standing next to you.

His eyes challenge yours as you're reeling from his pet name. He then moves closer, pressing your back against the counter. His hands are on your waist, as he studies your face, waiting for your answer. Your hands grip his silly, green vest while you look up at him, virtually helpless. You sigh his name as he leans in.

"Tell me..." he breathes, before you pull him to you, finally connecting your lips.

He eagerly kisses you back, pressing more of his body into yours. The heat radiating off of him is almost too much. Before you could pull away, he breaks the kiss, only to start trailing kisses across your cheek.

"I've been wanting to do that since the first time I saw you," he breathily confesses.

"I wish you would've," you smile.

He softly laughs. "I thought it would be coming on too strong."

You place your hands on his face, to guide his lips back to yours. You kiss him slowly, really savoring the taste of his lips and the faint traces of the minty gum he was chewing earlier.

"My shift's almost over, would you maybe wanna come back to my place?" He quietly asks, pulling away slightly.

You gaze up at him, and nod.

He grins, before leaning in to kiss you again.

"You just made my night, angel," he breathes, making you feel faint.

He then raises his left hand and checks his watch.

"I say we go ahead and close up, for the night, seeing as how there's only ten minutes to go, and I don't think anyone's gonna come rushing in for a late night rental," Steve suggests, while pressing his forehead to yours.

"Yeah, might as well," you reply, breathless.

"Wait right here, while I do my 'closing duties,'" he then says, framing the last two words with air quotes.

"Ok," you smile, starting to turn away, when he pulls you back to him.

"I really like you, in case it wasn't obvious," he admits, nuzzling the tip of his nose against yours.

"I know," you giggle, "I really like you, too."

He smiles, while his cheeks turn a cute shade of pink.

He gives you another kiss, before disappearing into the back of the store.

You begin to wander the aisles by the front windows. It's then you notice that it's raining. Not just a light shower, but a full on storm. The wind picks up and blows water against the glass, causing you to step back. You try to see out into the parking lot and were grateful that Steve parked close to the door.

A chill then runs up your spine as you fold your arms across your chest. Your eyes peer into the rainy darkness beyond the glass, so concentrated on staring off into space, that you jump when you feel Steve's arms wrap around your waist.

"Sorry, angel, didn't mean to scare you," he softly apologizes, against your ear.

"Its ok," you say, turning in his embrace to face him.

"It looks pretty bad out there, good thing you're coming home with me..." he adds, with a smirk.

"Don't look so excited," you tease.

He laughs. "Its hard not to, I've been waiting for a night with you, honey..."

His lips are then pressed to yours again.

After locking the door, you two hurry to his car. Despite only having to go a short distance, you manage to still get drenched. Once inside his car, you look at each other before dissolving into laughter.

Your wet clothes, along with his, are soon scattered across the floor, as your bodies lay pressed together, under his sheets. Delicate moans escape your lips as he slowly thrusts into you.

"Isn't this better?" He asks, with his face buried in your neck. "Wouldn't want you to catch a cold..."

"Mmm, Steve..." you sigh, as you feel his teeth graze your skin.

"Gonna keep you warm all night, angel..." he then pants, his breath fanning out over the newly formed lovebite.

Your back arches when he pushes himself in even deeper, and your hands pull at the ends of his hair. He moans in response, increasing his pace.

"Shit, honey..." he breathes, now hovering his face over yours. "You look even prettier like this..."

He leans in to press a messy kiss to your lips, before continuing, "so needy for me and only me, right?"

"Only you, Stevie," you reply, reaching up to cradle his face.

He smiles, as you pull him in for another kiss.

You end up spending the night with the boy from the video store, which would become the first of many. It's safe to say, it's not just a crush, anymore.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

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harry-sussex · 1 year

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This was, no joke, the best moment of my entire life. I have been waiting so long for this. I never thought it would happen.

I had originally planned to volunteer with the UK branch of my job today, but when I saw the announcement, I knew I had to do this instead. I decided to get dinner at the pub, Dog and Duck, last night to look inside and try it out - I got bangers and mash and some fish (sans chips) as an appetizer, and it was legitimately so good. I also tried the Timothy Taylor’s Landlord Beer – you can see William in the photos from today right behind the tap. My server’s name was Bernie, and you can see her in some photos with William and Kate today too – tiny woman, short gray hair cut into a bob.

I set earlier alarms this morning but due to the time difference / jet lag, I didn’t make it here until 10am. I popped into a Tesco Express on the way to grab some flowers at @avidroyalfan’s advice – yellow of course, the brightest bunch I could find.

I made it over to the area around the pub and there were barricades and policemen everywhere. There was also a black Range Rover parked at the far end of Frith Street – the street they mentioned in the press release yesterday. It thought it was mildly crowded when I got there, but it didn’t even begin to compare to the crowd that had gathered closer to their arrival.

I really had trouble picking where I was going to stand – I didn’t want to be behind anyone, I just wanted to be up against the barricade, but given that the crowd was so relatively sparse on Frith Street (as opposed to right across from the pub on Dean Street) when I got there, I wasn’t sure they were going to come my way. I was also praying that I’d be on Kate’s side of the road if they came by – you guys know I love William, but if I had a chance, this once in a lifetime chance, I needed Kate. I went with my gut, a little further down the road than where the crowd at the time had started to assemble, so I could be right against the barricades. From the moment I got to the barricade, I was literally shaking, and I am not exaggerating – you can see it in one of the videos.

I passed the time talking to some lovely people – some of whom planned to be there and some of whom happened to stroll by. I met a lovely woman, Cath, who took tons of photos without me even asking – she just saw how excited I was and took the photos to send to me. Another woman named Teri did the same – just out of the kindness of their own hearts. Those are most of the photos you guys are going to see – I took a bunch while Kate was walking around, but I didn’t want to put my own camera in her face if she was standing right in front of me.

I stood for more than four hours start to finish and I do not regret it in the slightest. I thought a lot about what I was going to say to her if I had the chance – I’ve thought about it so many times over the years, but what could I really say that would summarize more than 10 years of pure admiration and adoration in 30 seconds or less? What could I – an American in London all the way from New York – possibly say to the UK’s next queen to tell her how much she’s meant to me for all these years?

There was a policeman right in front of me – his name was Thompson – who was subtly dropping hints about what was going on. He couldn’t say much but he did hint at the time we could expect them to arrive – about 12:45pm. He ended up pretty close – he told me that he got randomly assigned to the event today and that he (and basically the entire police force) would also be at the coronation. He also confirmed that they would be walking down Frith Street, where I was, though he wouldn’t hint at which of them was going to be on my side of the street.

By the time they arrived, the crowd had literally quadrupled – maybe even more. People were on the rooftops and hanging out of windows. Very few of them had flowers. Businesses let people go on their steps to get a closer view. A helicopter was circling above for security. There were policemen and RPOs everywhere. I thought William and Kate were going to drive right up to the pub but instead they walked from the far end of the street – I suppose because they took the tube. Speaking of the tube, that’s the exact line I took this morning. That’s also where the (absolutely enormous) press pack was assembled.

I could tell when they arrived, even though I couldn’t see them right away, because the roar of the crowd and the sound of dozens of cameras clicking said everything I needed to know. As I was a bit further down the street, I didn’t get the greatest view, but it didn’t matter – you could see Kate from a mile away. That jacket was bright in and of itself but she literally glows. There’s just an inherent radiance about her that cannot be explained unless you see it in real life – she’s ethereal in photos, but they don’t even begin to do her justice. She’s radiant. Also, you can see that her hair is perfect no matter how far away you are. As they turned the corner to get to the pub, I was able to crane my neck a little bit to see them get closer to the door, and I saw The Hand with my own two eyes. William placed his hand on Kate’s lower back to guide her inside – we’ve seen photos millions of times, but seeing it with my own two eyes was unreal. Completely surreal.

They spent far less time inside the pub than I would’ve thought (unless time was flying because I knew they were coming), but again, you could hear them come out the door just by virtue of the roar of the crowd. Thompson the policeman then told me that Kate was coming to my side of the street. I thought I was shaking before – nope, not even remotely compared to how I was when I heard that she was coming my way. I saw William first across the street – he went through relatively quickly but I could somewhat hear him saying “nice to meet you” over and over, shaking hands, laughing, the usual. He’s huge – I always knew he was tall but he’s massive, tall and broad. You could tell from twenty feet away - he’s huge. At one point, I literally blurted out “he’s not wearing blue!” once I saw the brown coat. He was on the side of the road that had more people, and he moved along at a solid pace - it’s definitely true that Kate is a chatter, no wonder they gave her the side of the street with fewer people. She would’ve been outside for 3 hours if she was greeting the amount of people on William’s side. He’s honestly such a good sport – he was shaking hands, standing on his tip toes and craning over the barricades to greet as many people as possible. I could very clearly see the faces of the people looking directly at him – you can tell they absolutely love him. Such genuine smiles. The pure adoration and happiness in their eyes said everything one needs to know – those people absolutely love him like their own.

When Kate turned the corner from the pub towards where I was standing, I swear to god my heart jumped right into my throat and my stomach dropped. God, she’s beautiful. Like I knew this, it isn’t news, the entire world is perfectly aware that she’s one of the most beautiful women on the face of the earth…. but she still managed to stun me anyway. She’s radiant. Absolutely gorgeous.

Somewhere along the way, as she moved down the line of people in my direction, it occurred to me that I was legitimately going to meet, or at the very least greet, Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales, after all this time, after so many years… I am not exaggerating when I say I was physically shaking. You can see it on my face in the photos even as she approached, before she came near me – I wasn’t panicking, I was just in awe. I’ve always known she was real of course, but she’s… actually real? Do you know what I mean?

She was moving so slowly compared to William – I swear he was already 75% of the way through his side of the crowd by the time Kate got to me. That’s when I really noticed that she is just so chatty – I didn’t notice her just greeting someone and then moving on quickly. She was so engaged. Every single person I could see was like entranced by her very presence - she’s literally such a vision. It’s not just me, it’s not just us – people are completely fascinated by her.

And then.

She came closer and closer – as I was on her left, I could see the ring. It’s huge – like, it’s big on camera, but the thing is enormous. I could not believe for the life of me that she was right there. I made sure to stick the flowers out enough and stand up straight and believe me when I say I didn’t have to remind myself to smile or make eye contact – I could literally feel myself beaming (right before she got to me):

When she came over, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Before I knew it, Kate was reaching to shake my hand and saying “nice to meet you” and I literally still cannot believe it. I handed over the flowers and I said to her:

“It’s nice to meet you, I just wanted to tell you that I have admired you for so long and that I also studied Italian Renaissance art history just like you did.”

When I said that I admired her, she said “oh, thank you!” as I continued to ramble about the art. She was still holding the flowers. I cannot believe that there are so many pictures of Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales holding bright yellow flowers that I got for her while smiling ear to ear – she handed them off before she moved onto the next person, so she is definitely smiling at me in those photos.

She then asked me if I liked studying art, and I said of course – she responded “me too!” After that, she asked me if I used it in my career, and I said no (which I don’t) but my master’s was a passion project. She then asked where I flew from (the accent, I guess) and I told her that I came from New York. She said that it was such a long way to come and that she was surprised at how many people have traveled so far for the big weekend. She touched my arm so sweetly for like the quickest second; she then said that it was going to be such a big event and that she was looking forward to joining the celebrations and that it was going to be good for everyone.

The last thing I said to her was “also, I ate in the pub last night because I heard you were coming!” and she responded with “oh that’s great, how was the food?” It was legitimately fantastic – I told her so – and she said that they would have to come back and try it when there were fewer people around.

It was then time for her to get moving so I just said “it was so nice to meet you” again and she said “nice to meet you, have a nice day!” Right before she moved on and as she was saying goodbye, she handed off the flowers and went on her way.

The whole thing lasted maybe two minutes, but I will remember it for the rest of my life. Her eyes are so green and she’s just so stunning up close and I just cannot believe she was that close to me and that we were able to talk and she is everything I have ever dreamed she would be and more. Just so sweet and gorgeous and engaged in what we were talking about – she didn’t just say “hi” and “bye,” you know? She listened to what I said and responded back without generalities… everything I ever dreamed of and more. I thought I couldn’t love her more – I do now. She has made my entire day and my entire life and I will literally never forget the vision of Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales, Catherine Elizabeth, someone I have adored for more than a decade, standing in front of me.

I am so happy I could cry. I was stunned after - literally could not believe what just happened to me. Take a look at the video below - you can see part of our conversation and then just the pure shock at the end. My hands were literally shaking.

Once the shock wore off, I did in fact cry. They say never to meet your heroes – why not? How could you go wrong meeting someone you have idolized when that someone is Kate?

#my post #katie goes to london pt. 2 #prince william #prince of wales #kate middleton #princess of wales #I’m sorry for the shitty quality I did this from my phone in a Starbucks lol #also thank you all for being so sweet I literally could not ask for anything more #I love you all so much #Kate and Katie

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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Got one. Trainer reader x FNF Poképasta trainers where reader is a jolly cook that owns their own bakery that makes delicious pastries. There’s rumors that the reader kills and uses other Pokémon/people in their cooking as ingredients which may or may not (definitely is) true. The reader is currently on a journey to improve their cooking (while still using Pokémon and people as ingredients). They don’t chop up the Poképasta trainers but they do offer them their cooking. The reader’s main Pokémon are Scizor and Decidueye. It’s all platonic, of course.

Grey

The poor kid doesn’t suspect a thing, especially when he gets out of the game, meets you, and begins experiencing hunger again.

Of course he’d try your cooking! He’d give anything to have a sweet treat again..and boy were you delighted to make one for him (a simple apple pie) especially when you see his eyes light up.

“Wow..this tastes pretty awesome! And uh..it’s got some tartness to it, too. If I-I could ask..what’s in it?”

“Oh, just a lot of love and care......and parts of a Flapple and Appletun.”

“Cool---wait..” He stops, confused for a moment, before smiling nervously. “Haha, y-you mean uh..those sweet and tart apples that make ‘em evolve..r-right?”

“No.” You smile innocently before going into great detail about how your Decidueye shot a Flapple out of the sky, and your Scizor severed an Appletun’s back for its nectar and pie crust during a trip to Galar.

To say he’s shocked that you killed those Pokémon so brutally was an understatement. He's horrified.

Yet...he likes the food and feels somewhat guilty for eating it.

What truly made him lose his appetite is when you casually mentioned making a witness to both hunts “disappear”.

Shinto, on the other hand, could care less about your crimes and is a frequent customer of yours. She'll forcibly drag Grey to your bakery.

Glitchy Red

Like Grey, when he's out of his game he starts feeling hunger.

So when you meet him on one of your journeys (you dress like a vendor NPC but certainly don't act like one, thank god), you invite him to your bakery.

He notices a lot of the pastries are named after Pokémon (ie Flapple Pie, Banana Alcremie Pie, etc.) and initially thinks nothing of it. It seems like a normal innocent bakery...

Until he sees your Decidueye cleaning blood off the floor that trails to the back kitchen and turns to you saying “you kill people"--not posing it as a question, but as a statement

“...nah, folks are just trying to slander my bakery's good name.” You wave him off even though it’s in fact true.

Earlier today, you had a dissatisfied customer and decided to give them a “tour” of your kitchen to see how things are prepped.

In the end, they and their Pokémon proved to be excellent ingredients for today’s special.

Glitchy wasn’t fazed by the blood nor your dark secrets.

You teasingly reassure him that you won’t chop him up, but he doesn’t seem to get the joke as he glares at you and says “if you come near me with that knife, I’ll kill you.”

Despite that, he’ll visit you from time to time, just to see what’s new on the menu or hang out with your Pokémon while he eats.

He never really saw any outside of Kanto because his game was so broken, so he’s intrigued by your Decidueye the most, especially when he witness it shoot a distant Fearow with a single arrow.

Steven

Steven and Mike were frequent customers when you opened up a shop in Kanto.

Miki especially loved the Pokepuffs you sold, as did the rest of their Pokemon. They stopped around so often you knew all of their names!

But after a certain series of tragic incidents, the Charizard had a crazed appetite for meat..and so you’d feed her strips of Lechonk or Swinub bacon. You had plenty to spare...along with ham not made from any Pokémon.

When Steven eventually explains why Mike stopped visiting, you just had this gentle smile on your face, reassuring him it’s okay..because you’ve killed people, too.

He’s in utter disbelief. But only because he went crazy after killing just one person, yet you’ve murdered for your business?? Even training your own Pokémon to carry out the dirty work??? And yet somehow...you seem perfectly guilt-free.

He assumed Missingno influenced you somehow. Maybe during the time he was gone, your business was failing and you struck up a deal with it like he did.

But..you just look at him like “what are you talking about? I’ve been doing this for years.”

“...so you were always this way, and..we never knew?”

“Don’t worry, it’s not like I’m gonna chop you or Miki up. I can see you two share a good bond, like I do with Decidueye and Scizor.”

Lost Silver

You meet him in some dark cavern, along with AWAY, and think ‘wow, both of them look like fresh meat.’

Of course, you won’t say that to this kid since he looked like a corpse who was frozen and then thawed out. Neither of them would be appetizing anyway; not to mention he obviously had supernatural powers beyond using Pokémon.

So you do befriend him, learning his name and inviting him to your bakery in the nearby town.

At first Gold was reluctant, but one night while you’re closing, he pops in unexpectedly. He would’ve startled you (though not on purpose) if it weren’t for Scizor noticing him right away and trying to scare him off.

“Hey, don’t worry, Sy! He’s welcomed here.”

It turns out he just wanted some company and try your desserts, but was nervous about going with you in broad daylight.

Despite knowing you actually hunt Pokémon (and maybe people) for ingredients, him and his own team like the food!

It reminds him of what his mom used to make and...he kinda has a meltdown about it. You worry that you've upset him somehow.

But he’s okay! You just indirectly brought back one of his good memories.

Since then, you made sure he was welcomed back to your bakery any time of day.

#this is a neat idea ngl #i rly gotta make some pokepasta ocs one day-#clanask #anonymous #fnf x reader #fnf hypno's lullaby x reader #hypno's lullaby x reader #pokepasta x reader #fnf grey #fnf lost silver #lost silver #strangled red #glitchy red #headcanons #tw cannibalism #platonic

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7grandmel · 3 months

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Yeah, okay, this is cheating in a lot of ways - this is not on the SiIvaGunner channel, and its obviously not even a rip. But I felt it necessary to commemorate, as I mentioned briefly in Because I Love You, its finally time for MAGFest once again, and the SiIvaGunner team is to host their own panel there tomorrow! And in the spirit of that, I want to just...talk about SiIvaGunner and MAGFest, at least for a little bit. Because the first two panels in particular, the ones that marked the beginning and end of Season 3, are some of my all-time favorite videos associated with the SiIvaGunner channel.

A big part of the identity and gimmick of the channel itself, as you're likely well aware, is the bait-and-switch - to present it as a faceless entity simply uploading video game music, only to instead feature jokes, shitposts, edits, and so forth. Part of maintaining that kayfabe, then, is to intentionally obscure who makes what behind the scenes, to keep the real people under wraps for those who aren't going to dig deeper, in order to further sell the illusion of being an official VGM upload. The team does of course still give credit when its relevant, as any rip can be featured on an album be given full credits there, but just that degree of separation alone between casual fans and ones willing to download an album has probably led to a few too many people being unaware of who made their favorite rips. Back then, I typically fell somewhere in the middle - I wasn't actively using music listening software and thus missed out on listening to albums for a long time, but was still aware of some of the big names you'd see in comments sections, saw some shoutouts from Twitter, the works.

Yet with the two MAGFest panels of 2018 and 2019 respectively, it felt like the first time that the magnitude of what SiIvaGunner is and how much it means to people was revealed to me for the first time ever. The uploaded recording of the 2018 panel, posted by Chaze's own account, features a shot about seven minutes in that turns the camera to the crowd - and it's an absolutely packed-full room of nerds just like me. And even though I've never been able to go to any of these MAGFest panels due to travel costs and complications...just seeing how many people truly do care about SiivaGunner, in such a tangible way, something more than a number...it resonated with me, yknow?

Beyond that, these panels are just such fascinating pieces of history for the channel, such good time capsules in so many ways - and that's in a lot of ways why I chose to highlight the 2019 panel in particular. Rather than discussing the upbringings of the channel, it features members of the team reminiscing and going through Season 3's timeline of events in particular, going into surprising detail into the thought process and direction the various pieces of the year took - while also giving insights into the production of the Christmas Comeback Crisis, King for a Day Tournament, and more. I feel like with the turn from Season 3 to Season 4 Episode 1, you can really notice that the idea of "hype" for SiIvaGunner content becoming so much more prominent, so much more deliberately handled by the team, which is made all the more evident by the King for Another Day Tournament reveal live on stage.

Man, look, it's an hour-long panel, and there's so many small things that I still remember from it, despite last having seen it five years ago. The members talking about their favorite rips, giving a round of applause to all the rippers who couldn't come join them at the panel or on-stage, the very funny last-minute rips made to "celebrate" the channel being terminated a day earlier (one of which I've embedded as the Bandcamp link), and even some slight discussions on what SiIvaGunner as a channel means to the team, what it represents, and what their goals have been overtime. And, of course, the fucking incredible PowerPoint hijinx with Inspector Gadget, which I am 100% going to take as confirmed canon that Gadget's level of sentience and awareness of the real world is just the same as Woodman's and The Voice.

I have, of course, been told a number of times that I overanalyze SiIvaGunner, that I'm uncovering depth that's clearly not intentional, looking too much into a silly meme channel. And sure, I'd admit that I do overthink things to a degree, anyone who read Vote Responsibly!! should be able to tell you as much. Yet its stuff like these in-depth behind-the-scenes looks, these moments of getting a face and a voice to attach to the works, that really just felt super validating to me even back then - that the intentions and goals of the channel that I myself had picked up on were in fact some sort of direction that the team itself were steering toward. And though Nape Mango does indeed declare in this very panel that "Everything is a coincidence with SiIvaGunner", I'm forever in awe at just how good the team has been at lining those coincidences up into something genuinely incredible.

We SilvaGunner, We Rip.

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asgardwinter · 2 years

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The Divorce (2)

summary | The problems from the Upside Down follow your return to Hawkins and even if all you want is to get away from them you can’t leave it unsolved. Once you got involved back in 1983 there’s no going back. It seems you can’t untangle from that small town, not your mind nor your heart.

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pairing | Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

warnings | angst, break up mentions, brief mention of a panic attack, mention of drugs (no use though), they’re pretend they don’t care but they do, SEASON 4 SPOILERS (episode 2)

word count | 2,5k

author’s note | earlier than i expected but i’m really excited about this series :) if you like it, please consider leaving a comment!

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“Can I… help you guys?” You asked after an awkward moment of silence to the party reunited in front of your mom’s small front door.

Like a magnet, your eyes locked with Steve’s brown irises, a chill running through your spine. Your eyes shifted from Steve to Dustin and then to Max, who was just in front of the door and seemed to have taken the lead in that moment.

“Hi.” Max said, the atmosphere wasn’t quite pleasant and everyone could feel it. “Can… Can we talk?”

You looked again at all those people perched at the door. They only reunited for a reason and you knew what: something must’ve gone wrong again, something Upside Down related. Before opening the door and giving them free passage inside, you looked around to see if any cop was looking there. Apparently they had more things to worry about then a bunch of kids entering the neighbors house, so you invited them in silently, closing the door after the last one of them — Steve — got into your small trailer.

There were enough people to almost fall off the windows, but they found a way to accommodate themselves there in the small couch and the few chairs. You turned to look inside before closing the door, bumping into Steve in the process.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled as you tried to pass by his left side.

He tried to give you more room by stepping to the left but instead he only got more in your way. In a try of just getting that over with you grabbed his forearms and switched your places, so now his back faced the door and you were almost in the “living room”.

You were half laughing, but when you looked up to find his serious expression your laughter died in your throat, giving a free pass to the memories you tried to suppress. You cleared your throat and let go of his forearms, turning away from him to look at Max who seemed anxious to start talking — everyone seemed a bit anxious to be honest.

“I need to say that you guys are worrying me.” You tried to joke but your heart was growing fast and you didn’t like it. “Everytime you’re together it usually means things are going out of the tracks again. Me included”

“I wanted to ask if you saw something…weird last night.” Max blurted out. “By The Mmunson’s trailer.”

“I think you could know better than I.” You answered with confusion filling your heart. “You live right in front of it. And I’m so sorry but I wasn’t here last night, I came back today before even the police were here.”

“Where were you?” Steve’s curiosity got the best of him.

“None of your business.” You retorted in a very mature tone.

“So, you don’t have any idea about where we can find Eddie Munson?” Max interrupted the beginning of a very childish discussion between you and Steve.

“Well, we…we don’t talk that much, as much as neighbors do, actually. And now that I moved away it’s been way more distant.” You said, walking to the “kitchen”. “But, maybe you can find him at Rick’s house.”

“Who?”

“Reefer Rick.” You said, but it didn’t ring a bell in any of them. “The drug dealer. Eddie gets his drugs from him.”

“Great!” Dustin cheered. “Do you know where he lives?”

“Sorry, that’s another piece of information I don’t have.”

“Any last names? Family members?” He insisted but you just shook your head, the guy was more like a myth than a person. “Well, shit.”

“I think I can find him.” Robin said, getting up from the couch. “We just need to get back to Family Video.”

You smiled at her and went to open the door, everyone was quickly trying to get out and move faster. The possibility of finally getting to Eddie was a bit exciting, even if all they wanted was some peace and quiet for the time being. You were quick to grab your jacket that was hanging on the side of the door, lock the entrance and get to follow them toward Steve’s car.

“Hey, hey.” Steve called your attention as he opened the car. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To find Eddie.” You said simply, getting in the backseat after Max and Dustin. “I know there’s something you guys aren’t telling me. If this was just a missing person or a murder you’d be talking to the police.”

“You don’t need to do this, okay?” He started. “You’re not here anymore, this is not your problem.”

“I get that I don’t live here anymore, but if I’m right to assume this is connected to all that shit we already went through I deserve to know.” You lost your temper for a mere second. “I’m just as involved in this as you, guys. So can you just tell me so we can get this over with?”

They all exchanged careful looks, all that ended with an impatient ruff from Robin and she turned in her seat while Steve pulled out the driveway. “We really think this student death is connected to the Upside Down.”

“No shit.” You rolled your eyes, trying to keep calm like this was just another day. “Fill me in, then.”

Maybe coming back to Hawkins was really a huge mistake after all.

…

It wasn’t long and you found yourself in Steve’s car again, this time going to the possible location of reefer rick’s house. Robin made some new arrangements in the seats and suddenly you were sitting side to side with your ex-boyfriend on the front seat. Max, Dustin and her were enthralled by some conversation you weren’t able to focus on with Steve driving by your side.

“Why do you know so much about where Eddie Munson could’ve been? I thought you two didn’t even talk.” Steve said out of the blue.

“Why do you even care, Harrington?” You turned your head to look better at him and raise your brow in challenge, but his eyes were focused on the road — too focused. You were dying to throw some of his words back at him, but you bite your tongue.

“It’s not because we’re not together that I stopped caring about you. He can be dangerous.” Steve mumbled under his breath some halfass excuses.

“You’re just afraid someone will think I trade Steve Harrington for ‘the freak’.” You retorted, turning your head towards the window to look outside and try to not commit an aggression.

“If you say so.” He ended the subject quickly.

The very uncomfortable silence grew between you two. It didn't matter that there were more people in the car, that it was months after that traumatic 4th of July, your mind still drifted back to 1985, to that whole month you behaved like strangers.

…

The ride was silent, too silent for your taste.

With the radio being permanently turned off for the past weeks and the conversation dying after some short comments about the weather there was nothing to be done. Steve’s eyes were focused on the road — too focused —, and you faced the building you already knew like the back of your own hand, appreciating them and gathering every detail like it was all new.

The first time you dealt with an Upside Down occasion you and Steve pretended to not know each other until Nancy started to greet you at school. After that it was only weeks until you found yourself sitting on a hidden corner at school and Steve trying to calm you from a panic attack, something triggered by someone who closed they’re locker too forcefully.

All you could remember was Nancy shooting the demogorgon.

The second time it was simpler even with the amount of events. Steve dealt with a breakup at the same time he was trying to make sure the kids would make it out alive from the tunnel. That was the first time you actually talked about it — the weird situations you found yourselves into and also how it was to feel broken. You got out of that alive and the rest of the school year just made you closer.

It was the time you really talked about everything and it was great. So great you began dating, and you’ve never been happier.

That third time was terrifying. Not only were the monsters getting stronger, but the Russians weren’t helping whatever you were doing. The fight was filled with desperate promises.

“I’ll keep you safe.” Steve swore. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

But that was before you got caught in the foreign base and stood behind to save the children, that was before the torture and the bruises they left in you, Steve and Robin.

Before throwing the car against Billy’s.

So there you were, July 11th, not actually talking about nothing during the daily rides Steve would give you to your summer job. All that and you were going away for college in a month.

“Steve, is everything okay?” You asked, eyes searching for any response in his face.

All he did was tighten his grip in the steering wheel without even changing his stern demeanor. “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I?” He forced a weak smile out and your heart clenched.

You turned your gaze away from him, trying to hold the tears, trying to bury the feeling that it was all crumbling down.

…

“I overheard.” you answered his early question, wiping the tears that were starting to gather in your eyes.

“What?” Steve asked, confused about what the hell you were talking about.

“I overheard Eddie talking on the phone with this guy one day. I was taking out the trash and he was being really loud in his room.” You explained, still not looking at him. “We met when he was going out, made some small talk, he said he was going to crash at a friend’s house.”

Steve was confused, after all that angry discussion you just gave him the answer like that. But he wasn’t going to complain. Instead, he only nodded and announced to everyone that you’d got the Reefer Rick’s.

Before you were all out of the car, Dustin rushed to ring the doorbell.

One time.

And then again.

And then furiously until he stopped just to start punching the door.

“Okay. Well, that’s settled. I guess he’s not here.” Steve said, looking at Dustin.

“Eddie! It’s Dustin!” The kid shouted while still ringing the bell. “Look, we just want to talk, okay? No cops, I swear. We just want to help.”

“Shhhh.” Robin said as she tried to look inside.

You went to her side, trying to spot anything that could serve as a clue inside the house, but that was not too promising.

“Rick!” Dustin kept ringing the damn doorbell, making your head pound and patience run low. “Reefer Rick!”

“Don’t scream that.” Steve scolded him, but it had no effect.

“Rick!” Dustin insisted.

“He’s not there.”

“Reefer Rick!”

“Just…” Steve started to say something but his sentence got cut in the beginning.

“He could be really high.” Dustin suggested and you laughed.

“Just please stop ringing that damn bell, it’s pointless.” You asked Dustin, who only shrugged.

“Is that a foot?” Steve asked, looking inside.

“No, that’s a shoe.” Dustin corrected him.

“Hey, guys?” You heard Max call from a bit far, her flash light was pointing to the boat house that had the door half open and a light that was lit.

“I guess we found him.” You said.

…

“Hello?” Robin asked as she entered the boat house. “Is anyone home?”

“What a dump.” Steve complained.

You decided to go on by Robin’s side, trying to stay as far away from Steve as possible. That proved a good decision as he started to mess around with an oar.

You were trying to focus on the walls, maybe there could be any marks or clues there, but that was until Max called you.

“Hey, look over here.” You and Robin got closer to her, the stream of light of her flashlight pointing at some garbage that was probably left by someone who was using the facility. “Someone was here.”

“Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran.” Robin suggested.

“Or maybe he’s still here.” It was your time to make a guess.

“Don't worry. Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin teased Steve, that stopped his quest for a second.

“I know you think you’re being funny, Henderson, but considering the fact that everybody in this room has nearly died about a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the sligh…”

In one moment Steve and Dustin were discussing and in the other Steve was pinned to the wall by Eddie with a pocket knife to his throat.

“Whoa,whoa, whoa, Eddie! Eddie! Stop!” Dustin shouted, getting Eddie's attention. “Eddie, it’s me. It’s Dustin. This is Steve. He’s not gonna hurt you, right, Steve?”

“Right, yeah.” He confirmed in fear.

Your heart was racing, all you could look at was the sharp object being pressed to Steve’s throat. your hands were in the air so fast you were sure your brain didn’t process the situation properly.

“Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” Dustin continued to play the mediator and you were so glad for it. Neither you or Robin had the cold blood for that.

The moment the oar touched the ground, Eddie jumped and pressed the knife more to Steve’s throat, your voice joined Dustin shouting for him to stop.

“He’s cool!” Was it you or Dustin who had said that?

“I’m cool, man. I’m cool.” Steve repeated, trying to reassure Eddie.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“We’re looking for you.” DUnton answered

“We’re here to help.” Robin said, her voice calling his attention.

“Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band. This is my friend Max, the one who never wants to play D&D. This is Y/n, you know her from the trailer park, she’s your neighbor. Eddie, we're on your side. I swear on my mother.” The silence that followed his discourse didn’t sound too good for the whole speech. “Right, guys?”

“Yes. Yes, we swear.” Max said.

“On… On Dustin’s mother.” Robin confirma.

“Swear on his mom.” You repeated.

“Yeah, Dustin’s… Dustin’s mother.” Steve said.

Eddie looked at him for a moment before letting him go. You took a step forward to steady Steve, looking at his neck in search of any scratch.

“Are you all right?” You whispered, to which he only nodded.

You sucked a breath in relief, letting go of him again — what was the problem with you and holding him in the past few hours? — and looking back to where Eddie had sunk in the ground. He looked so lost.

“We just want to help.” Dustin reassured him.

“We want to know what happened.” Robin said, getting closer to Eddie and Dustin.

“You won’t believe me.” His voice sounded so broken now, way less braver than minutes earlier.

“Try us.” Max challenged him.

And just like that he started to describe the previous night.

#asgardwinter writes #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington #steve harrington angst #series: the divorce

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wa-royal-tea · 1 year

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Camelia Lodge, Esnea (10:45am)

*Sounds of water running in the sink*

Catalina: *grumbles* Damn it, Alfie.

Alfie: You called?

Catalina: No, but look at what you did!

Alfie: Huh. Nice mark you got there.

Catalina: Shut up. This is your fault.

Alfie: chuckles Sorry. I’ve been holding myself back for months.

Catalina: I can tell.

Catalina: Do the scratches hurt?

Alfie: It stings a bit. You have claws, that’s for sure.

Catalina: I have “Cat” in my name. What’d you expect?

Alfie: *scoffs* I wasn’t expecting this. But I won’t say I don’t like it.

Catalina: Pfft. I didn’t know you’re into that, Mr. Frederick.

Alfie: *laughs* I’d like to keep surprising you, my dear.

Catalina: Do you need some help?

Alfie: I’m good. Why are you in here? You’re gonna get wet.

Catalina: I don’t mind.

Alfie: Didn’t you already shower?

Catalina: I have. But I won’t mind taking another one.

Alfie: You said you want to go out today.

Catalina: Then we better hurry up then. We can make this quick.

Alfie: You’re making this harder for me, Mrs. Frederick.

Catalina: That’s the goal.

Alfie: *laughs* Come here, you.

Alfie: Don’t you already have a teddy bear back at home?

Catalina: Mhm. I want to get another one. I need something I can hug when I sleep.

Alfie: But you already have something you can hug.

Catalina: What?

Alfie: Me!

Catalina: Are you seriously getting jealous over a teddy bear?

Alfie: Yeah. What’s the point of having me if you don’t want to hug me?

Catalina: *laughs* You’re so cute, Alfie.

Catalina: Don’t be jealous. I’m getting a new one so I can give my old teddy bear to our baby in the future.

Alfie: Talking about babies now, huh? Why? You want to make a honeymoon baby with me?

Catalina: Hmm...I don’t know. If you behave, maybe I can consider something.

Alfie: Oh? Well, if that’s the case, you can get all the teddy bears you want here. Hold on, I think I saw a cute one somewhere around here.

Alfie: *muttering* There it is.

??? (Remilia): Oops!

??? (Remilia): Sorry. I was about to get it first.

Alfie: Oh, really?

??? (Remilia): Mhm. I was going to get it for my friend. It’s her birthday today.

Alfie: Well...I guess you can take it. I’ll ask the staff if they have a similar one.

??? (Remilia): Thank you. Sorry for taking it from you.

Alfie: It’s fine. Say happy birthday to your friend from me.

??? (Emma): Lia?

Remilia: *gasps* Oh my god, Emma! You scared me.

Emma: Sorry. I was looking for you. What are you doing?

Remilia: I’m looking for a birthday gift for you. I’m getting you that teddy bear.

Emma: Awww, he’s cute! Thank you~

Emma: Who was that guy earlier? He looks familiar.

Remilia: I don’t know. I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere.

Emma: Right? Have you had any projects with him before?

Remilia: I don’t think so?

Emma: Hmmm...

Remilia: It’s fine. Let’s go back to the lodge. Perez said I have a scene with Carlos tomorrow. I need to get some rest.

Emma: Oh, okay.

Catalina: Did you find what you were looking for?

Alfie: Nope. The bear I saw just now is sold out.

Catalina: Shame. Better luck next time.

Alfie: *sighs* Just when I thought we’d come back with a baby.

Catalina: You’re so impatient, Alfie. We can wait to have kids. We just got married a few days ago.

Alfie: I know~ I just want to see what our babies are gonna look like. I’m sure they’ll be super cute like you.

Catalina: *laughs* We’ll see. You’re not that bad looking either.

Alfie: Hey! I thought you said I look good.

Catalina: Did I? I must’ve forgotten about it.

Alfie: *huffs* Why are you so mean to me?

Catalina: I’m joking~ My husband is the most handsome man in the world.

Alfie: That’s more like it.

Catalina: Come on, let’s go get something to eat. The cold is making me hungry.

Alfie: *laughs* Alright, let’s go~

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Bend Til We Break - Chapter 4

Chapter (1) (2) (3)

The way Quinn left last night left a bad taste in my mouth. I do my usual Starbucks run and morning work routine before I find myself sitting at my office looking at a text sent from Quinn.

Quinn: Hey, I’m so sorry about last night!

Quinn: promise I will make it up to you

I decided to just ignore the texts and focus on my work. My phone starts to ring so I lift it to reveal Quinn’s name. I shake my head and answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“Are you at work?” he asks

“Yes, now can I get back to it?” I say

“Come outside” he says and hangs up.

I sigh before heading down to the bottom floor to see Quinn in the lobby. He smiles at me as he approaches.

“What Quinn?”

“I came to apologize about last night. I lost track of time and forgot I made plans with some guys on my team” he says

“If you had plans whatever but you didn’t even say goodbye, and didn’t text me until” i say pulling out my phone to get the exact time, “10:45, the next morning”

“I get why you are mad, I do. I leave tomorrow for a couple days but I promise I am going to make it up to you as soon as I am back”

“Fine” I say and he brings me in for a hug

Later that night, after work I went home and got dressed up before making my way to a fancy restaurant downtown for a work event. On the way to the restaurant, I started to think of him. If Quinn wants to give it another try, maybe I should. Last night was a rollercoaster of emotions for me but I realized a lot and what I want to do. Quinn didn’t have to show up at my work today, nor did he have to the first time. Maybe trust is beginning to be built, why would someone fight so hard for something to end with nothing.

I pull into the valet and hand my keys to the gentleman before making my way inside to the table. I sat and conversed with my colleagues until I saw him. The emotions inside of me hit me like a truck. I felt nauseous. He didn’t see me yet, but I definitely saw him.

He entered the restaurant behind two other couples, hand in hand with a beautiful petite girl with long blonde hair. I watch them make their way to their table in the back. I am no longer listening to the conversation, but praying that he sees me as he waits for the hostess to escort the group to his table. I excuse myself from everyone at the table I am sitting at telling them I am no longer feeling very well before making my way to the door. Slipping away behind him, I don’t think he saw me leave.

I drove home and layed in bed still in my formal wear from earlier this evening. He is stuck in my head. I can’t even process my emotions. ‘Is this a joke to the universe about me?’ I think to myself. As I’m laying in bed I pull out my phone and send him a text:

Y/n: Enjoy your dinner. Please don’t talk to me, bother me, stand outside my work office, EVER again!

I throw my phone at the wall and allow myself to cry for awhile. Although I haven’t been in contact with Hanna, she really is the only person that had my back when Quinn left me. So I wipe my tears and make my way across the room to call her. It goes to voicemail so I hang up and send her a text instead. I ignore all the incoming texts from Quinn to click on Hanna’s name,

Y/n: Hey, when you get this can you call me? I really need to talk to someone right now

I send the text and go to my closet to take my dress off and put on some sweatpants and hoodie. I then go to my bathroom and take my makeup off before making my way to the couch. I set my phone on the table and make my way over cuddling in all my blankets. I turn the tv on and The Vow was playing, I changed the channel and hockey was on the next, I roll my eyes and clicked netflix before I heard a knock at my door.

I get up and make my way over to the door looking through the peak hole to see a stressed out Quinn. He knocks again on the door loudly, so I open the door so my neighbors don’t call my landlord about the noise. “Why are you here? What do you not understand about don’t bother me?” I say.

“I’m sorry, I just-” he says loudly

“Shhhhh!” I interrupt him pulling him into my apartment, “I really don’t want to hear this but if you are going to yell in the hall I guess I have to”

“I was going to break up with her this morning-”

“Wait” I interrupt again, “She is your girlfriend?” I say letting out a slow breathy laugh

“Yes, but-”

“Quinn, you had sex with me last night” I say with sadness in my eyes looking at him with them burning from the tears forming, “You told me you loved me” I say as the tears leave my eyes again for the second time tonight

“I do! I do! That is why I am here, because I fucking love you!”

“You have a girlfriend Quinn!” I say wiping some of the tears away

“I wanted to make sure I had you before-” he started but I couldn’t listen to him anymore

“You left me last night and it makes sense now. You didn’t have plans, you had a girlfriend to get home to” I say opening the door, “You should get back now” I saw quietly as tears continued to slip down my face. Quinn makes his way over and wipes the tears from my eyes but I swat his hands away, “LEAVE” I yell and Quinn nods entering the hallway before turning to look at me

“I love-” he starts but I slam the door in his face before he could continue.

I lock the door and make my way over to my room sitting on my bed before hearing my phone ring in the other room. I get up and make my way over in case it was Hanna. I turn my phone over to reveal her contact,

“Hey” I say after answering

“Hi, how are you? Are you okay?” Hanna says back to me

“Yeah um- just needed someone to talk to. I miss you”

“I miss you too. Look I’m sorry that I’ve been distant but I think I need to tell you something” she says

“Okay, you go first” I say and i hear her take a breath before answering

“No, you first. You’re the one that reached out” she says

“So I am living in Vancouver and long story short, I bumped into Quinn and let him back in, but found out he had a girlfriend tonight. But he slept with me last night and told me he loved me… like sincerely” I say rambling and the line goes quiet

“Quinn?” she asks on the other side of the phone, “Like Hughes?”

“Yes, Quinn Hughes”

“I don’t like him Y/n” she says over the phone, “Why would you give him another chance?”

“I didn’t, well kinda, but not really”

“You slept with him Y/n” she says then continues, “You didn’t tell him you loved him did you?”

“I didn’t mean to, it just happened and I might have I don’t remember” I say

“Do you still love him?” she asks me and I stay silent for a second

“I- Yeah, I do” I finally say and she stays silent on the other end.

“Fuck Y/n, I’m so sorry someone is calling me one second” she says

“Just text me, or call me tomorrow so you can tell me what you wanted to say earlier”

“Umm, yeah that isn’t important anymore but I definitely will keep in touch” she says before we say our goodbyes and hang the phone up.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #nhl writing #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic

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the-nosy-neighbor · 2 months

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Bugs:

In the July 2023 update, we got bugs. It might have been a reference to the joke on the website earlier, where they talk about the bugs on the website. There had been a theory before that Wally, in his naivety, took that literally and gave us bugs as a new way to communicate with us. The bugs lead to a series of videos, labeled with the initial of the participants (except Wally, so the two other participants) and a number. There are 14 videos. Adding the Halloween video, there are 15 videos. Each video is shot from the perspective of Wally, as is evidenced by shots where we can see his hands.

Let’s see the bugs:

As we can see, these bugs are very clearly and colorfully drawn, and look like the drawings on the website. I didn’t notice this myself, I probably saw this on one of the subreddits (or my partner pointed it out), but it makes a lot of sense. We have seen Wally’s artwork in a few different contexts, and it doesn’t look like this. It is made with crayon and fingers and is somewhat juvenile. These bugs are very clear, rendered, and full of eyes.

Visible text reads:

Dear Wally Darling,

How are you today? I hope you are doing well. I’m having a good day. I know you would ask if you were here.

I have found a new insect today. You remember what an insect is, don’t you? It is a beautiful arthropod!

I drew you a picture of it. I thought out of everyone in this neighborhood, you would appreciate its extravagant colors. I had to write to you as soon as I had seen it and before it went on its way.

From,

Frank Frankly

The second page has a large drawing of the bug, which has many colors, a heart on its middle bit and hearts on the back. It also has a side view of the bug, showing how the head moves. The text reads “Legs are big and soft! Rounded and tapered toward the body.”

I can’t guess as to the obscured text. So, we learn a few things from this letter:

Frank appears to think his knowledge of bugs is shaky enough that he asked if Wally remembered. In the guestbook, he also refers to Frank being his source of information when he doesn’t know something.

Wally drew some bugs on the guest book page (there are a lot more than I remember)

”Frank you are very handsome and I would love to catch bugs with you.” And the response is “iwilltellfrankforyou_thebugwilllooklikethis_.png”_

“So glad to see this up! This is GORGEOUS! And the response is “ilovebugs.png.” Is he referring to the website’s bugs?

“lovely bug drawing Wally” “hereisabugforyouneighbor.png”

“I lik bugz :) “hereisabugforyouneighbor”

Two bug emojis (ladybug and butterfly) “I have seen them before, do they like each other”—he drew a house around them, protecting them from the rain

“Bzz bzzzz! BZZ!!! =:3” Oh I understand! We are playing! I have you! (picture of a net)

“An absolutely darling little neighborhood, I too feel most welcomed and immense joy when seeing all the neighbors that live here, Eddie and Julie being my two personal favorites,” and Wally writes “Do you like Frank?” with a drawing of a snail (interesting to mention Frank here rather than the neighbors mentioned)

“I wonder just what happens in this neighborhood.” Wally replies with a drawing of a butterfly and the file name “idontknoweither_.png”

“Frank is my favorite.” Wally draws a butterfly that looks like Frank’s bowtie and replies “Frank. I will tell Frank.”

Wally’s bugs are similar to the bugs that come later in style, but are all definitely crayon drawings without a ton of detail.

For more detail, check out FreshIBad's spreadsheet of guest book information: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1dPI0v2kXJxqSQH1LNbzmUyCSMaJ_ajpmeR9fjtTlRYc/edit#gid=1369421852

So I am a bit stumped in the end. I really like this theory, given the letter and Wally’s constantly surprised nature and apparently no retention of ideas, but he has given us several examples of bugs. Could it be that the letter from Frank was from the beginning of Wally’s consciousness?

The letter from Frank has a drawing that is more smooth (even if it does still have the appearance of being drawn with a crayon. I like the theory that Frank is the one giving us the bug videos. They are so different than the things that Wally shares with us, in style. Each video is from a static viewpoint, from Wally’s person.

Would it make sense for Frank to show us these videos, where Wally appears to be unmoving and unblinking, completely checked out? Why is this in first person view? Is Wally filming from his viewpoint? You wouldn’t think so. I think he has both hands occupied in the video with Poppy and Howdy. I don’t think in the website Wally is aware of these videos. At least, he doesn’t mention them. Could the break in the end of the videos be to avoid Wally being aware of them, so he doesn’t hear his name? That is the spookiest of the ideas.

#welcome home #welcome home theories #wally darling #welcome home project #welcome home wally

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blackswaneuroparedux · 1 year

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In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?

- Samuel Beckett, Collected Poems in English and French

I went to a restaurant once that said it served "breakfast at any time" so I ordered French toast during the Renaissance. My waiter got the joke.

What isn’t a joke is the traditional English breakfast as a national institution. Most of us love a full English breakfast; you can even travel abroad, to the Mediterranean resorts in Spain for example, and find this quintessentially British dish on sale in cafes and restaurants.

Sometimes also called a ‘fry-up’, the full English breakfast consists of fried eggs, sausages, back bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms, fried bread and often a slice of white or black pudding (similar to bloodwurst). It is accompanied by tea or coffee and hot, buttered toast. These days, breakfast may also include other items such as baked beans and hash browns.

There are many regional versions of this staple. For example, the Ulster Fry includes Irish soda bread; the Scottish breakfast boasts a tattie scone (potato scone) and even maybe a slice of haggis; the Welsh breakfast features laverbread (barra lawr, made from seaweed); and the Cornish breakfast often comes with Cornish hogs pudding (a kind of sausage).

The tradition of breakfast dates back to the Middle Ages. At this time, there were usually only two meals a day; breakfast and dinner. Breakfast was served mid or late morning, and usually consisted of just ale and bread, with perhaps some cheese, cold meat or dripping.

A lavish breakfast was often served by the nobility or gentry at social or ceremonial occasions such as weddings. A wedding mass had to take place before noon, so all weddings took place in the mornings. The first meal the new bride and groom ate together would therefore be breakfast and became known as the ‘wedding breakfast’.

By Georgian and Victorian times, breakfast had become an important part of a shooting party, weekend house party or hunt and was served a little earlier. The gentry loved to entertain lavishly and that included breakfast.

Breakfasts were unhurried, leisurely affairs with plenty of silver and glassware on show to impress the host’s guests. The breakfast table would groan under the weight of the produce from the host’s estate. Newspapers were available for the family and guests to catch up on the day’s news. Indeed, it is still socially acceptable today to read newspapers at the breakfast table (a definite ‘no-no’ at any other meal).

As well as eggs and bacon, which was first cured in the early 18th century, the breakfast feast might also include offal such as kidneys, cold meats such as tongue and fish dishes such as kippers and kedgeree, a lightly spiced dish from colonial India of rice, smoked fish and boiled eggs.

The Victorian era saw a wealthy middle class begin to emerge in British society who wished to copy the customs of the gentry, including the tradition of the full English breakfast. As the middle classes went out to work, breakfast began to be served earlier, typically before 9am.

Surprisingly, the full English breakfast was also enjoyed by many of the working classes. The punishing physical labour and long hours of work in the factories of the Industrial Revolution meant a hearty meal first thing in the morning was necessary. Even as late as the 1950s, almost half the adult population began their day with a good old English fry-up.

#beckett #samuel beckett #poem #poetry #english breakfast #eggs #bacon #beans #sausage #toast #heart attack #breakfast of champions #culture #society

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asherlockstudy · 1 year

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What are your thoughts on today's EB? I enjoyed every bit of it, it entailed a convo that was a long way coming for Link. I personally thought Rhett tried his utmost not to hurt Link even a little as he attempted to make him see the full picture regarding his social behaviour, it was so sweet and endearing.

I did something stupid. Even though I knew it was an important EB, I did not keep notes like that other time a few weeks ago. Also it was a kind of emotionally charged day for me too so everything’s a little bit of a mess in my head and I am pretty sure I won’t remember everything I was thinking at the time I was watching. It was a lot. This was a checkpoint in their podcast, in many ways.

When the podcast starts and Link is back from his trip, Rhett is still a little off. So even though some days must have passed, there is still something up between them. This is again something clearer on Rhett’s side. He is the one who’s antsy about something and Link responds to that. So, whatever the initial situation was, it was almost certainly Rhett who took an issue with it.

Rhett stings a little: “Don’t feel any obligation to listen to it” (his solo podcast), “You’re too busy for that”, “You know me well enough to not need to listen to me talk without you there”. I am pretty sure Link was joking there, but Rhett was responding more seriously and slightly bitterly. Furthermore that last thing is something I would bet Rhett feels it isn’t mutual; that Rhett can’t easily be absent and not care about what Link might say in his absence. Ironically enough, this eventually becomes the central theme in the podcast.

Then as Rhett explains why he’s taking the next week, he reveals how they barely saw each other in March and April and he is calm but you can see he is pissed about it. Maybe the tension has something to do with this after all. Link is a little defensive there, maybe for the cameras, saying they saw each other plenty, to which Rhett has to bite his tongue and take a sip from his cup. This makes me think that Rhett might consider Link partially responsible for the very little time they had together during these months. But this brought back memories of peak needy!Rhett during the 2020 covid carantine 😅

To reinforce his vibe of neediness, Rhett next blames Link for not persuading him to learn scuba diving earlier, saying it was an awesome experience that they needed to share together. At this point, Link is parts startled and amused, because he is secretly flattered by Rhett’s neediness. Link sort of explains that he just wasn’t used to being the one to take the initiative in their relationship and I sense there was some fear of Rhett rejecting / criticising his suggestions, but also Link almost certainly didn’t enjoy scuba diving as hugely as Rhett, that’s why he undersold it a bit in Rhett’s perception. Link feels that he has invested so much in Rhett, that there is a nasty defensiveness coming out of him in the weirdest of moments. Which is why when he has alternatives, he doesn’t want to show he needs Rhett so badly in order to do something. Rhett responds to that bitterly as well, saying: “Well, I would have begged you. Just saying”. So, you see, different love languages. But Link smiles through it, because of Rhett’s loving whine.

Skipping to the ski pass thing. This is so much more TRIVIAL than anyone made it to be, meaning Rhett and Jenna and Christy. Their reactions were SO dramatic. Okay Link messed up a bit but he had paid for all these passes and he went in with the confidence of the payer, you know. He didn’t think that they would ask all his autobiography for a ski pass. Obviously, the right thing to do was to ask for a change of the data on the pass in advance. Obviously, he should tell the truth from the beginning. But what he thought and it’s understandable was “Oh shit, the card has Michael’s name on. That’s okay, I’ll say his name and she will let me in”. He didn’t expect the age would be on there too and that this would lead to further questions. It was understandable and quite possible to happen. And I do understand his argument about Angie being more abrupt than she should. Clearly, he was there with three other teens following him eagerly, like jeez. And even if I knew she was doing her job, I would too get irritable if I had paid for a shitload of passes that my friends were not utilising and then it was me getting dragged in front of 75 people like a thief or a kidnapper. I am not saying it’s the clever thing to do but it is human and understandable and Jenna and Rhett acting so dramatic about it was excessive in my opinion. I found Christy’s insinuations cruel in this instance too. It was clear that Link didn’t think everybody owed him to pass, he just didn’t think there would be any issue since he was the one paying anyway.

EDIT: At this point I decided to take my time with the ask and rewatch important parts

This simple incident provokes a more serious conversation. However, the conversation actually went sideways. The original topic was how and why Link instinctively chooses to escalate situations without a ground reason for it. However, as Rhett tries to explore it, they accidentally find themselves in deeper waters.

Anyway, Rhett starts analysing how Link never considers how a situation can get out of control in his interaction with people and how everything - even the amount of care you have about what people think of you - should be in moderation. Link is open and thankful for Rhett’s feedback, even though he feels defenceless, and Rhett kind of mellows down. The interesting thing is that this is not the main point concerning either one of them deep inside and you will soon get what I am saying. In his attempt to defend / explain himself, an apologetic speech about how he has learned to rely for everything on Rhett comes out of Link and it is like an indirect apology for not persuading Rhett to scuba dive with him. But this was something that was produced out of many twists and turns and it wasn’t exactly the point of what the conversation was at the moment (escalating situations and expecting someone else will always handle it), so it was more like Link found a small, irrelevant moment out of the blue to apologise to Rhett than anything else.

Rhett sees the green light and goes deeper and explains how Link being himself without filter might sometimes involve him in situations uncalled for. Link grimaces through this and after a deep breath, him trying to collect himself, asks Rhett’s opinion about the incident in the movie theatre. While it is implied the situation escalated somewhat, they did not talk about the escalation but the beginning of the interaction only. Rhett then becomes real and gets closer to the source of his own frustration; he feels like he can’t enjoy himself in a social situation because he has to always monitor Link. Furthermore, an escalation might eventually ruin their night out or also Rhett can often feel swallowed and overshadowed by Link’s so strong come-on entrance.

But was this Rhett’s only problem, especially about the guy in the theatre? The awkwardness? Let’s see some specific parts of their conversation:

Link: You say I try to connect aggressively, that I try to put myself out there.

Rhett: And if you want to go to parties by yourself and do whatever you want to and see where the cards fall…. But what I am saying is when you go somewhere with me, or with your wife or with a friend, just so you know, it is the thing they are preoccupied with, is a sense of “okay, is he gonna do something that kind of makes things a little bit awkward for what it feels like his own entertainment?… And maybe it is like a “hey, I am going to… I wanna connect with somebody”… and it’s like-

Link: It IS for my own entertainment.

Rhett: I think there is a common root, like “I am gonna say this thing in this situation; I’m not taking my phone out”, is the same, there is a common root to, “I am gonna come into this group and just say something that makes people feel uncomfortable because it’s kind of fun. And you know what, a lot of times it’s actually gonna lead to a stronger connection with somebody….”

Rhett looks quite pointedly at Link.

Link: I just don’t understand why, I mean, in my mind though, talking about my neurosis of me picking out the brand of shoe I am gonna wear to this movie was something that I thought this guy would get a kick out of and he might enjoy meeting me?! (*scoffs*)

Rhett: Yeah but… all I am saying is there is a sort of ribbing.

Am I wrong to believe there might have been another problem bleeding in in Rhett’s complain and Link had picked up on it and it was the one he was actually reacting to? In a rare occasion, Rhett asks Jenna if he’s making any sense and she is slightly confused and it’s because he is saying one main thing but there is also another thing bleeding in, which makes the dialogue a little complicated.

You see, while Rhett doesn’t say anything specifically negative about it, his posture, gestures and expressions have an accusative tone regarding the implication that Link tries to monopolise people’s attention so much that it might lead to a deeper connection later. And while Link listens thoughtfully, this is the one thing he reacts to. He actually said: “Do you really think me starting a joke conversation about my neurotic shoe concerns was me hoping the guy would want to meet up with me later?”

Like, he said that. That’s what he asked. And then Rhett says “No, but there’s a ribbing” before masterfully shifting the conversation.

Rhett was going so deep about this out of a place of wounded ego, if not jealousy. He questions the reasons Link wants strangers’ attention so bad, even if it is in a positive or negative way. He puts the thought out there that maybe there is something else Link wants but if it is so (wounded ego), then at least Link should not go about it when it’s Rhett or his wife escorting him. Then he concedes that it might be superficial, a playfulness, a ribbing, but it still makes Rhett feel like he is not there, like Link wants something else. I am not saying that jealousy was the central topic in this discussion, but it was something that was bleeding in due to Rhett’s frustration and it was the primary thing that Link wanted to clear the air about.

You think I am stretching this? Let’s move forward.

Link at this point makes it clear that he welcomes Rhett’s feedback and stresses many times that “they are on the same side, that there is only one side”. This softens Rhett visibly. However, Link also points out that this conversation could have happened only between the two of them and that it would be “a little different” in private.

Link then explains how he wants to let go in social situations and he somewhat selfishly likes the feeling of having someone look out for him. Rhett describes this as “living with no filter”.

In Link’s exact words: “I think there’s so much of my life that’s like, I think so hard about it that if I can get out of my head and just get into, like, living, then it feels so good because there’s - I am just trying to explain myself. I am not defending myself. And so it helps me think there’s other things to take into account. Like, I have this desire… in a party setting where there is no stake. I feel like there’s no stakes and it’s all just about fun. And whether it’s the critic in my own head or whatever it is, there’s a lot of crunching down. So in the places where I can let loose, I find myself letting loose in a big way because it feels so good”.

So what is he talking about here? So much of his life that he has to think hard about, that it feels great to let loose, to have the illusion that there are no stakes? Is this about their job? Didn’t he previously say they have CEO brains? Is this about family? Is this about private life?

The first time Link breaks is when Rhett reminds him that he loves some people and he sometimes needs to keep that filter on for the sake of these people. While Rhett carefully keeps himself now within the context of social interactions and escalation and aggressive introduction, Link at this point is emotional so he just says:

“I just wanna jump out of the plane, you know?”

Like, WHAT are we talking about now folks? Escalation and chaotic introductions? Is that really what we are talking about??????????????

Rhett does not comment on this phrase but he does describe how Link’s chaoticness (or his desire to jump out of the plane) becomes stronger and stronger each year. He interestingly says that 10 years ago (2012 - 2013, has it been THAT long? 👀) he would never be worried about what Link would say to other people but now he is constantly concerned. The funny thing here is that if memory serves me correctly, Link was always a little strange and bold in his interactions with people. In fact, Rhett was also less skilled and stranger in the past. So, is it Link being weird what concerns Rhett or the nature of Link’s “weirdness”?

Rhett says: “There’s been good growth in a way, like “I am embracing who I am, I am being myself”.

Again, what on earth are we talking about here? “I am embracing who I am, an escalator? A stranger’s teaser?” Is this still the point of the discussion or has the main point gone off the rails?

Rhett then comments that “there is such a commitment on Link’s part for expressing himself without filter”. And he repeats there is a growth but that this growth needs to be managed. Normally, though, when something can be characterised as “growth” then it is a positive that, if anything, would need less management, not more. Link’s “growth” apparently causes problems to himself, Rhett, Christy and potentially other people as well.

Why? Link explains this immediately afterwards: “Yeah I am not jumping out of the plane alone”.

“It’s a tandem jump”, Rhett agrees.

Tandem is the bicycle for two riders. So it’s not just Link who is about to jump out of the plane. It’s Rhett too.

But they quickly correct this, saying it’s a group of people. Me thinks, wives, families, employees, right?

Rhett then says, “And if there’s one guy who’s like ‘this is what I do and I jump out of a plane, I go as fast as I possibly can’, and they’re like ‘yeah but we talked about how we were all gonna… There is a plan! We are all going to do this together!”

And then Rhett kinda rephrases it but it’s too late at this point. You do realise this has nothing to do with aggression or teasing strangers or being unpleasant in social situations anymore, right? There is a mention of a plan. This has NOTHING to do with what they were discussing before. And what they were discussing before was not Rhett’s real issue! Again, there is a plan, for a tandem fall, and essentially a group fall!!!! Nothing to do with random awkward social interactions!!!!!!! It’s literally a totally different, much more serious topic discussed simultaneously!

Then Link stresses how a lot of it is enjoying interacting with strangers (apparently as his “grown” self?) and Rhett says this is evident, not without a hint of condescension, also implying how Link could become the guy who goes to things alone and talks strangers up. This kinda flies over Link’s head.

The second time Link almost breaks down is when he makes clear that he wants to go out with Rhett and enjoy their time together. And because Link never disappoints he saves it until the last second to make this crystal clear:

“What is this inside of me that wants to come out? Like, it goes out sideways and it… it is funny sometimes but other times it’s like… you don’t wanna, you know, I don’t wanna be the guy that’s giving people that are the closest to me a shitty time because I am having the best time of my life. That sucks.”

Link breaks for the third time. And he also just did the thing Rhett was imploring him all this time to not do. It really is a lost cause.

Now while everything at this point is clear, the one confusing thing for me is how removed Rhett is from all this emotionally, like he is not in sync with how Link feels, like it is not the best time of his life, and on one hand I am pretty sure it is because Rhett doesn’t want to jump off the plane yet and if it weren’t for Link wanting it that bad, he probably never would, but on the other hand it scares my selfish Rhink heart, as if this whole situation is just a Link thing and Rhett is just the supportive friend, you know what I mean? But it cannot be, right? This theory doesn’t agree with TLCOBC and Hazel and so many other symbolic things they have done. I was just confused when Link said he’s gotten this feedback from people that love him the most, not just Rhett. I guess or hope this meant family. But even Rhett looked confused with that lol

They wrap up this episode with Link inviting the viewers to write their thoughts he bets they have and Rhett mutters “Oh they do” but… judging from the comments they still don’t lol Or I am straight out imagining things at this point. I don’t know. As you see, I only used their words. So I really don’t know if everyone is so deaf or I am so delusional.

As a last note, I would like to mention that Rhett has softened considerably by the end of the episode compared to the beginning. I should also point out how many times Rhett repeated he loves Link in this episode. He hit a personal record. Probably because it was a tough topic and he didn’t want Link to think he blames him. My favourite moment was when he said “I say this in love” instead of “I say this with love”. Heh. And Link clearly blinked or turned to him every time. Sweet.

#rhink #Rhett and link #randl #r&l #ear biscuits #long post #long text #tw long text #anon #ask #mythical

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dk-wren · 4 months

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Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "dk-wren"?

Hello Anon!

Thank you so much for the ask. I really wish I kept better track of the fics I've read and enjoyed for myself, as well as to answer your question a little better. The 10 I've chosen represent both a mix of my all time favorites and some of my recent favs.

(I'll link all of them at the bottom of the post for the sake of formatting and to help with the flow of reading. Also, if you are the author for one of the fics I've listed and would like to be tagged, please let me know! I'd be more than happy to!)

Buddy Daddies

Let's Make this Last Forever & Practice Makes Perfect by ZsBrainrot

Love these fics as they both explore Rei and Kazuki's relationship and some of their earlier moments as a couple (or as they begin to realize their feelings for each other). Love their other BD works too, but if I had to narrow it down, I'd say these are my favorites from Z.

Every Reason Not To by Jenanigans1207

Just a sweet little fic of Kazuki talking to Rei about how he is nothing like his father and that he is loved and wanted by both Miri and him.

Bolt from the Blue by AlexiasRei

Fun crossover with Spy x Family and the Forger family. Also, love how all the parents get a little slice of action to show off their (some more than others) hidden identities.

Spy x Family

Cold. by MyriadOfThings

I remember this being one of the first Spy x Family fics I read and it has continued to stand out to me. The angst of Twilight still having to leave the Forger family after Operation Strix was a success, seeing Yor as Thorn Princess going to any length to find out where her husband is, and the ending!

The Woman in Red by nightofmynyx8

I think this was the first series I read on AO3 as it was being released. Literally, remember being so excited whenever I saw a new chapter dropped. Also, loved seeing Yor take center stage in this mission and protective Loid.

Trigun/Trigun Stampede

Take Care by Lunarame

I'm always interested in how different artists explore Vash's wings and how he reacts to their appearance. For most of his life, Vash has constantly been on the run, so I love the tenderness of Wolfwood just wanting to take care of Vash and his wings in this fic.

Waiting at that shallow grave by riotintheheartt

I really enjoyed this piece from the Vashwood Big Bang that took place recently (and still might be taking place). This is the first one I started and quickly fell in love with it. I was super intrigued by the premise and loved how it was told in a non-linear way.

Banana Fish

I always wanted to protect you - Flying by Enora_Wings

Shorelines by snowcapped_detours

Guess who just watched Banana Fish? Me! And guess who's been reading fics to cope? Also me! Jokes aside, these represent some of my more recent faves, especially for the Banana Fish fandom. It's also fun(?) because they sorta represent two sides of the scenario of what if Ash reunited with Eiji.

As for your second question, Anon, yes, there is a story behind my name Dakota (or DK) Wren.

Dakota (and the nickname DK) was the name of my favorite doll growing up. Looking back, I realized how much the scenarios I would imagine in my head and how I would dress her should've been a big indicator of the geeky, fandom lover I am today. I knew others would play like school or mall with their dolls, and then you had me dressing her up and pretending she was going to SDCC, Star Wars Celebration, etc. In a way, playing with Dakota when I was little was the first time I could really embrace this side of my personality without feeling the need to simmer it down or pull back on how I expressed my love for all these things. That's why, when creating this name, I knew right away I wanted Dakota incorporated in some way.

As for the "last name," Wren, that was pulled from one of, if not my favorite character, Sabine Wren from Star Wars Rebels. I discussed why I love Sabine so much and what she means to me in a previous post, but basically, I loved how she used art as a form of resistance. For her, the power of art could cause as much change as physical power. And for someone who spends a lot of time in the arts, I just really loved this aspect of her. Likewise, I loved how she was portrayed in Star Wars Rebels as this character who was both strong and emotionally vulnerable. The complexities of her past, and how she must deal with them in the present, is what caused me to love her even more. Since Dakota Wren was going to be my pen/writer name, the way her artistic side is emphasized throughout Rebels, and my general love for her, is what caused me to pick Wren as the second part of my name.

Thank you again for the ask! I hope you enjoy the fics if you take the time to read them. I've only really gotten into reading fics from these fandoms (even though I'm in a few more) so I apologize if you were hoping for fics from a fandom I didn't list above. Also, if you (or anyone else) has any fic recs from these fandoms, please send them my way!

Thank you as well for asking about the story behind my name, it was really fun to talk about! Maybe not the most interesting or elaborate, but both parts of my name mean a lot to me, so I'm glad I could share the story of how I created my name!

-Dakota Wren

Links to the all the listed fics:

#asks #favorite fics!#buddy daddies fic #spy x family fic #trigun fic #banana fish fic #story behind name

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rainydaylately · 2 years

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❥ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨

❥ 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

about + summary: riddlie boo becomes a lil obsessed with u aka baddie server at the diner also posting this on my break yolo swag i love y’all bye omg also gender neutral reader

word count ~ 1700+

perfection was something that never existed yet so many strived for, no person nor their actions could be perfect no matter how hard and deliberately someone would work for it. although, to believe someone was truly perfect is another view on this topic.

edward (gross ass name) nashton would be the definition of star-struck whenever you walked over to pour him a cup of coffee each night he would he would visit the run down diner. an old mom and pop shop that opened some time in the late eighties and still managing to keep a flowing business in the present day.

the accountant with the green jacket was always a regular, coming in after work becoming a regular occurrence. if he was not there when the sun began to set he would definitely be there in the earliest hours of the morning. hunched over against the counter he always sat at, pen in hand as his hands wrote and crossed out numerous words with a cup of coffee always set beside him.

during one of the earliest hours of the night, your shift began at exactly midnight. thankfully nothing too crazy had happened in the past hour, numerous college students attempted to pull all nighters for any due assignments the following day. other than that it was strange how calm and quiet this night was. leaning against the counter with a magazine sprawled in front of you, you flipped through the pages as the jingle of the bell alerted you that a new customer came in.

looking up, you were greeted with your favorite regular, eddie. he waves as you greet him back with a smile to your face. it had been about a few months that eddie had become your favorite customer, and you were eddie's favorite server. you never had to plaster a painful fake smile or pretend to care about their awful jokes and any boring conversation for larger tips on your pay check.(coming from a bitch who works at food service this sucks but them tips be worth it)

"the usual coffee?" you asked eddie as he sat down.

"yes please, thank you. how are you [name?]" taking out his beat up note pad to write down all his ideas running through his head. eddie would love to tell you about his future plans for the city of gotham and what he began to plan to deal with bruce wayne. though, he didn't want you to run away. especially to the police. you were perfect and sweet, the kindness you served him was genuine and never out of pity.

"not too bad actually," you begin to ramble out about your day leading up to work whilst fixing the coffee for eddie. more sugar than milk just the way he liked it, sliding the mug over to him he nods as a thank to not interrupt your little ramble. now talking about a movie you saw earlier today and why exactly you had a burning distaste for one of the lead roles.

"what's this?" eddie asked as you slid him a piece of pumpkin pie across the counter.

"for you!"

"but i didn't order a-"

"eddie," you stop him while his face begins to burn up. the tips of his ears, his cheeks, and nose had begun to flush up and you giggle, "it's for you! from me to you."

"oh no i can't-"

"eddie," you state as you cupped his hands in yours. they're cold, from the night air biting his skin but yours were warm enough to thaw the bitter ice away. eddie burns up even more, turning his head from embarrassment as he retrieves one hand to adjust his glasses.

kindness always seemed to unsettle eddie, in his youth he was met with blistering torment of others turning their backs and shunning him. casting him out and away from society, loneliness being his only comfort from laughing faces and pointing fingers. when shown the slightest drops of kindness, it was always for the other's benefit. belittling as well as ridiculing poor eddie to untrust everyone, but there was something different in the way you talked to him. it was inviting, never gaining suspicion from your actions.

since the first day you interpreted that eddie was just some lonely nerd, easing him into conversation that immediatly suprised him. but with time did it develop into a friendship rather than a worker forcing kindness for larger tips. eddie still tipped though, even when you offered free baked goods and coffee since your boss never cared.

"thank you," he finally replies with his rounded cheeks puffing with crimson shades, traveling to the tips of his ears as you noticed.

continuing the night, you made your rounds serving coffee to the other two or three customers scattered about in the diner before retreating next to the seat beside eddie. talking for hours before needing to sweep the ragged tile floors once more and flip the open sign to "closed" until a few hours for the morning shift.

eddie bid you goodbye and promised to come next afternoon, before walking through the doors you made him swear by it with the old pinky promise. he laughs and agrees, linking his in yours. noting that his fingers were shaking yet you never minded, he was sweet and waved goodbye.

gathering your belongings, you begin the relief of walking back to your apartment as you pondered about how you would ask eddie to hang out with you the following day. he mentioned numerous novels he adored, even giving you one of his favorites that were littered in tabs and of annotations. reading his thoughts as you glided your fingers across the writing. perhaps you'd ask if he'd like to accompany you to the new bookstore downtown?

finally reaching inside your apartment, greeted by no one, you settled down for the night. slipping into the sheets after freshening up, staring at the ceiling above you whilst waiting for the sweet release of sleep to overcome you. to finally escape from reality for a few hours.

eddie believed you were an incredibly kind and sweet person, the only one who never took advantage of him and one he would want to consider a "friend." having kept the pens you gave him and little napkins of doodles. cluttered in the corner he had of some of your other belongings he stole when you paid no attention. compared to the disgusting city of gotham, you were pure. a saint from heaven herself in this god forsaken town that needed to be rebirthed. a change from the sin filled streets, riddled with criminals and corrupt systems.

he'd been watching you the entire time, just him taking precaution that you were the person you acted to be. with the truth disclosing the generosity you held he felt at ease yet intrigued. eddie admired you and soon obsessed with you. photos of you covered the corner of his desk inside the cluttered apartment he owned. easily being able to watch you from his window, watching as you struggled to fall asleep tonight.

an old, ragged phone was held in his hand. nothing new and could be easily destroyed if necessary. entering the correct buttons to add a new message, eddie typed in your phone number. how did he get it? who knows... but really who is surprised? love can make someone do odd things, but maybe eddie was confusing love with obsession. he begins typing his message.

who on earth would be texting you during the early hours of the night? your phone dings as the bright screen washes over you, checking the unknown number and their message.

<?> hello...

<?> would you like to solve a riddle? [name?]

no fear washed over you, just confusion as you didn't want to deal with random strangers when you wanted to rest. eddie waited for your response.

he types.

<?> oh just one please?

<?> it won't be hard i promise! please?

you were about to say no again before the stranger starts typing again.

<?> riddle me this...what can be one's greatest strength but also greatest weakness?

eddie excitedly waited for your response, taking a second or two before getting the little chime that you responded. only thing was, his face twisted in confusion.

"why did they like their own message?" he asks to no one.

your message simply said 'ratio' with a heart showing you liked your own message. eddie typed again.

<?> did you not understand the riddle? would you like another one?

<?> i can give you an easier one.

he didn't want you to stop responding, from the phone he looks out the window watching your tired state

no i don’t

<?> do you even know who you're talking to?

eddie huffs, upset as your reaction was not at all as the one he predicted in his head. he sent you a message disclosing himself as the riddler, the one seen on the news and who many began to fear. at this point you didn't believe it and didn't care.

so?

<?> so what???

in disbelief, eddie began insulting and sending crude remarks about you. message after message blowing up your phone. only growing impatient and angry at how you truly did not care.

dont care + L + bozo + ratio

<?> you better start watching your back from now on

blocked and reported tbh... goodnight <3

before eddie could respond, you had immediatly blocked this phone number and shut off your phone to finally retire for the night. eddie watched, stunned in disbelief. watching your sleeping state calmly inhale and exhale as he planned on what he would do with you next.

#edward nashton x reader #riddler x reader

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daisybell17 · 3 months

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day 179: BACKFIRED…💀

where tf do i even begin 😃 ok so today i had class from 9-2 and it was alright tbh i wasnt at my best today but i was able to submit one of my main assignments so that was good but idk how to even describe what happened from 2-3!! so first i went to the library with my friends and while they were doing their own thing i was finalising my stuff, after i finished we started talking abt stuff and i had to hold EVERYTHING together when we were talking about a specific topic but anyways, i left earlier today to spend time with my mom and as i was walking I FCKING FORGOT…TO CHANGE MY ROUTE…AND…YALLS…so WAYYYYYYYY BACK IN SEPT i saw this guy who i thought was lowkey cute and tbh i was like “why not i follow him? he has the uni in his bio” and so i kinda searched him up and all and followed him…and to my surprise he actually let me in AND THEN THIS MF REQUESTED MY 2ND WHICH I DID EVENTUALLY ACCEPT HIM IN now by this point i think i should mention i literally dk anything abt the dude besdies his club and name…SO WHEN HE FCKING APPROACHED ME TODAY…IM NOT JOKING…HE WENT FROM SITTING TO HIS BOOTH TO GO AND SAY HI TO ME BC I WAS ALONE…FCK I WAS SCARED…AND THE MF ASKED WHY I FOLLOWED HIM…so i gave some bs excuse bc LIKE I DIDNT WANNA GIVE THE REAL REASON…and then well i should have like bit back and say “oh whyd u follow me on my second?” but i didnt but oh my lord did i look like a fcking tomato after…yea that era of mine is OVER bro i…LIKE YES HE WAS ALL SMILEY BUT FHHSABAHAHIAKA ok awesome and then me and my mom got dinner and now im home and playing since im dine for the week ok night

#day 179 #wtf #oh my god #insane #what did i do seriously #friends #wth #haha…AHHHH

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thesecretattic · 11 months

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PLEASE READ THIS ITS VERY IMPORTANT PLEASE HARSH THIS CLARIFIES WHAT U THOUGHT ABOUT THE GIFTS

I again saw 53 and 23 in pairs after that ring, he was so happy he won’t be happy with me, those were mine and his marriage numbers or signs, you’ll find more in my previous posts and these signs are real, go through the one which says “Deepika’s coincidence” read further before I die cuz my head is bursting my convulsions gave increased I’ve cried so much my heartbeats are faint I can’t type much, all this nonsense happened exactly on 23rd of May, yet I saw 53 23 again it was our marriage sign (as stated go thru those earlier posts you’ll find more about it or how it began) I’ve been seeing them in pairs since a year now and I just shared my wedding plans on that date 23rd but I saw his wedding ring which is shocking and it’s not supposed to be individual… I had seen Zara Rajput long back, my first name which is Muslim with his last name. I’m dying I just wanted to say he reminded me of that pic with BMSvenska Swati I don’t know her name sorry I had just seen her birthday pic with him and he was wearing a mao collar shirt it was from 2015 I loved him so much he was wearing similar glasses, I miss him I wish I could go back in time and hug him I would have never left him. Some fortune telling app said he regrets being “friendly” with me what friendly? (He was flirting he was interested he was asking for the bb pin he kept liking my pics it wasn’t even insta) Aur suno IT ADDED he was underestimating me right from the beginning and hence he started blocking all of a sudden he created a bad impression in his mind or some negativity which was based on his own misconceptions, and he married some friend now for money prosperity fame and peace. He kept hating me for the gifts too which I had sent to make up for the book and I saw that all other celebs would get them, except for him so I sent them across I was already dying and getting thrashed at home I was not even able to sleep on one side did to that swelling in my neck which is the most delicate area (I’ve shared about it before and my hand too not just the nerve pic the other one with swellings and purple marks due to beating) but he took it as recklessness (what about when he was relentlessly insensitive towards me when I was dying?) he took it in the most awful manner, he just hated me more after that and he rejected me completely because according to him it was too much too soon (yeah after 5 years and more than 500 signs and coincidences all fking all leading back to HIM, he was the magnet here) I DIDNOT give the chocolates I wanted to add I gave a chocolate bar NOT any of those fancy chocolates so that it wouldn’t look like a “Valentine’s Day” gift just SO HE WOULDN’T FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, or find it “corny” I even skipped some popular chocolate cuz it was red and white (brand theme) I never sent any tacky Teddy bear with hearts and I can’t dying dying I’m begging for help to god to kill me pls I can’t wake anyone in the house I can’t erase that big gold ring from my mind one day this had to happen it’s final now you all know why it was so unfair too it was on 23rd which was my marriage sign and number and not only Zara Rajput I even saw ZH and hearts and H replacing Danial or Daniel (I had created a fake/fictitious fiancé cuz I was feeling humiliated) I happened to name him Danial and I joked he was Daniel in English when I got DW ring and I realised that the Angel of marriages was also called Daniel and I saw 2 signs where Harsh’s initial was with MINE replacing Daniel’s D and I saw Daniel too twice. It indicated that. So not just our First and Last names but I saw our initials too with a Heart next to it.

Bye I my heart is thudding out of my chest I’m getting wheezing I can’t breathe it’s the worst today cuz I’ve cried a lot since 8 pm its exactly 4:23 in the morning now again 23, I need to die… It’s all over for me. I could never narrate the story behind these signs I always hoped for the best but now I’ve learnt that I was never made for love. I even forgot that I’m a virgin I mention it in every post right? Cuz it’s a shocker in today’s times it’s a taboo or social stigma it’s disproportionately unfair but I wish I could go back in time not to kiss, just to hug him forever…

This is how my story ends.

- Zara Sauleh

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