#first ficlet

Or at least that's what he was completely set on before the age 20- Adulthood was slowly seething into view, and Ed [after long an deep self evaluation] decided it was about time he give it a shot, what's the worst that can happen right?

Oh nothing--except the two dumbasses high from ass to tit right in front of you after you devastatingly fail at the one thing Sirens do best: Failed Siren Song.

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Eddie, who was already standing awkwardly from his newly shifted lower limbs, stood in disbelief, expression at a complete halt like a thief caught mid-job. This was NOT how the thing's supposed to go...

"rObIn lOok I cAughT a REaL sWoRdFIsH"

"nO DInGuS tHatS a FoRciPigeR LoNgiTrOsTris"

They stopped for a short moment, immediately followed with A burst of laughter.

"pFFt- wHAt tHe hELL iS a fOrCePiGer LoNG..aTrOciOuS"

They went on and on for hours, comment-giggle-comment-giggle. The entire time Eddie was just contemplating HIS escape, a complete backfire. But, every now and then he'd observe the two creatures. He had to admit it was fascinating how strong their connection was- must be nice. He also wondered how long it would take before the song wore off.

It didn't for a long, long time. So, he sat and watched them. Studied their expressions, their gestures, the way they wiggled around in the chairs Ed had them tied them to. It was captivating to say the least. He definitely wouldn't try this again for a while, but he had to admit- he chose the right pirates to start with.

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NOTES: heyo!! so i haven't really been on top of my game latley with writing so I wanted to make a teeny post about an idea i had with Stoddie to hopefully start off my accounts original content:D

Laudna is beautiful.

You've always known this, even before you ever saw her striking features or heard her melodic voice. As soon as you first heard her musical thoughts, you knew she would be beautiful. It's why you decided to seek her out, despite how little control you had over your powers. How could you possibly give up on an opportunity to hear her music when all you'd know for the last few years was painful buzzing?

Meeting Laudna was an experience, one that you look back on with fondness. From her long, inky hair to the too-wide smile she gave you, you found yourself entranced. She was like nothing you'd ever known and it was a breath of fresh air. As the two of you traveled together, you took in her guant features and delicate frame any chance you got. She absolutely fascinated you, and you couldn't help by stare in awe.

Sometimes Laudna didn't like it when you stared. The first time she changed into her form of dread, she told you to look away. You knew she was afraid that you'd leave if you knew her secret or saw her at her most reviled. Despite her plees, you asked to watch one night in the safety of an abandoned hut. She became elongated and disjointed, the veil covering her high cheekbones and dark lips. You felt both fear and amazement at the sight, and didn't bother hiding your admiration for her darker abilities. Though it took a few more months, you were finally able to convince her that you could never leave her over abilities she had absolutely no say in having. After you learned about what happened in Whitestone, you realized just how magnificent Laudna actually was, from the inside and out.

So yes, Laudna is beautiful. But you've never really told her that out loud. You've projected the thought into her mind, constantly reassuring her that she's not creepy or scary in a bad way. You've made sure to tell her how kind and wonderful she is, as often as possible. Hell, you've even called her gorgeous to complete strangers! Somehow, you just never got around to telling her our loud and to her face.

It hits you when you're at the ball, watching from a window as Laudna dances with Fearne when they should really be hiding. You know you're not truly upset about their lack of stealth, not when Laudna is smiling and clapping and twirling around. She looks the happiest you've ever seen her, and a pang of jealousy and longing hits you in equal measure.

It made sense for the two of you to be on separate teams. Without the other sending stone, you and Laudna are the only reliable method of communication. With all of Laudna's eccentric features, you were the obvious choice for a recon mission. Even still, you can't help but frown at the sight of Laudna twirling into the arms of someone else.

Of course, it's not like you have any right to be jealous or upset. You have no claim to her other than as her best friend. Really, you should be happy that Laudna finally has more friends after the decades of isolation she lived through. So why does it hurt to see Fearne's hands on her waist? Why do you feel yourself frown when Laudna leans in to the touch? And why does your chest ache at the sight of the two of them dancing?

Philza had seen a lot. He remembers the times that no one knew his "name", when he was so small that only his own mortality he could control, he remembers being alone for so long... he remembers the realms that he visited, but none is like this realm. He knows about hardcore realms, realms that when you die you are gone forever, he had various of that, but still, the "3 lifes" are strange concept, what even counts as a lost life? And of cource, being famous for surviving in hardcore realms for so long, only one life was given to him... Phil is sure that “Dream” doesn't know what he really is, which could be used, but for now he was stuck in this "mortal" body.

Even though Philza is in this form, he can still feel and know things, he still is another being even if he presents as just another human. He can still feel his vessels.

His connection with Wilbur is strange, he theorizes that the "death" is somewhat intervening, and there's the thing that brought him here, the "corruption" that made the musician, revolutionary, exiled president go on and be lost in his own mind. But he still can feel the presence of the ghost before he sees him. Technoblade is more sharp, still not losing a life in this realm, and his thoughts are clear in their connection, and even if he doesn't think they can, his "chat" snitches frequently to him, technically, they are prayers to him after all. So at least he can keep tabs on his "old friend" easily.

Tommy, like always with the child, is the problem. He knew that the burning and griefing was just being used to get to his boy, but Phil never expected that he would be locked to exile again, and the worst? His people, his best friend decided that it was a reasonable punishment, and now here he is, trying to have some clue as to where his boy is.

Philza can feel, like Wilbur was in his own exile time, slowly Tommy going away from his influence, his blessing, his connection with the entity that is mr.Minecraft. Phil can see little into his vessel mind, and least from his actual body, but what he can see just worries him more, the loneliness is persistent, and nothing more was, the buildings were always gone by the second time he sees it, and the items his child was using and wearing were never the same as the time before... and something greens seems to follow him trying to survive the wilderness that Philza is sure that the reason he didn't die yet was because Tommy watched him survive on his own to the various times that he had.

And worst of all, is that no one knows where Tommy is, they just let "Dream" take him for whatever hell he is right now. Phil may have been invited here by him, but for sure he doesn't trust "Dream" for even guarding rotten flesh, and he doesn't even know if this is really who he says he is, after all, the God of corruption always liked possessing vessels that start to question him... but it doesn't matter for now, Phil has to figure out where Tommy is, research more and deal with the influence that Ranboo seems to absorb from him. Well, and be careful right now, L'manburg wouldn't be happy with how they are posturing his son as a war criminal to know that the God he chants when he goes into battle is the "grieving" father helping reconstruct a little of their nation would they?

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By @celandineitsaflowerdickward

“Hello?, who’s this?” 

"The call is coming from inside the house...” Came the deep, husky voice from the phone.

It sent a shiver down her body, yet not chilling, instead ending in a pool of heat in her abdomen. 

Her breathed hitched and the voice coming from the phone broke the silence once again.

 “Well,.. technically right outside, come open the door for me, will you baby?” 

She couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face, as a knock on the door came immediately after. Hanging up the phone without another word, she opened the door to the masked man outside. As he pulled the mask of he sighed longingly and said 

“Trick or treat, Betts?”

Stiles seemed way too pensive like he's trying to write something important in that pad, that is until Scott arrives and tries to get him to talk. Scott doesn't remember what normal was before and judging from the look on Stiles eyes he neither, but still they doesn't say anything about it.

Stiles goes on how Derek skipped town and trying to write down his feelings for when Derek returns; because somehow he'll return, Stiles is sure of it. Scott had told him not knowing Stiles would be affected this hard. Stiles is his best friend, who together struggle through everything, but this battle seems Stiles' own.

Winter was always his favorite season. Between the beauty of freshly fallen snow, or the welcoming warmth of a blazing fire, he always loved the winter. So it wasn't a surprise that on a cold winter's eve, Tom lay out in the field as the snow fell. It was peaceful, relaxing, and somehow comforting.

He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the cold, melting snow on his eyelids. But when he opened them, the sight that came before him was not what he was expecting.

SO. I just finished the episode "The Mark of Gideon", and noticed this delightfully spones-y discussion(to me at least), and thus wrote a bit about it. The dialogue is directly from the episode, but I added everything else. I didn't have much time to write it, and I will fix any mistakes I have later on. Short ficlet-447 words. Please let let know if you enjoyed it! :3

Gabriel sat staring at the computer for some time before actually turning around in his chair to glance at his lover. "I just don't see it Sam, that's all." The sentence was out of the blue, but Sam knew exactly what the archangel was going on about once again. "But I do Gabe, and so do they. Come on, how can you be so down on yourself? You, the man who brought me out of one of my worst depressions. You, the man who told me that I had a future, a bright one at that. With you. That's one of the best futures that anyone would think of, and here I am living with because of you. You might not see it, but I would be lost without you Gabriel. Whenever I start to feel down about things, I think of you, of your love, of your smile and things seem a little brighter in my world. I love you Gabriel, no matter how much you put yourself down. You're the best thing in my life and, no, you don't have to believe it, but I sure as hell do because I know that it's true."

The archangel couldn't speak for a moment, something that started to worry Sam before Gabriel got up from the chair and moved into Sam's arms. "I love you too Sam, I do. I know I forget to say it sometimes, but I do love you. Whenever I look at you, I see a second chance for myself as well and I swear to myself every night that I won't ever mess this up. It would hurt too much to lose you Sam because...Father knows I love you more than I do even myself. Which for a guy like me, that's a pretty big deal."

"I know Gabe, I know." He held the angel even tighter against himself before leaning down to give Gabriel a soft kiss. "Now get back to that computer, you have followers eager to hear all the dirty little secrets of your life."

"ours."

Sam's eyebrow raised slightly questioningly which Sam couldn't help but smile at. "our lives Sam. They want to know all the dirty little secrets of our lives."