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The Signs as Mermaids

Aries:Born in an underwater volcano, their scales are made of freshly formed stone, their heated bodies glowing a brilliant red and orange. The fastest swimmers, and some say the oldest lineage of mer. They have no natural enemy, as nothing can bare the heat of its touch. When too many gather in one place, the water may boil and kill any living creature too close.
Taurus:Guardians of the strait, their bodies decorated with tribal tattoos and scars. Some bare spears and brilliant gold armor, others wielding nets and dawning decorative gems and shells. The strongest of the mer, no man has ever passed their lands to learn their secrets.
Gemini:When the sky over the sea turns black and the storms take ships by surprise, these mer rise. The tricksters and shapeshifters, they thrive in the chaos. They board the confused ship, throwing over and assuming the forms of shipmates. From there they slowly overthrow from the inside, until they can crash the ship itself into to sea for the mer to reap their rewards.
Cancer:The rarest and most beautiful of the mer. Hiding in springs and rivers nestled deep in the mountains, they live their lives as one with nature. They teach the birds their songs, and bring fish for the bear and deer. They help the beavers build their dams and show lost turtles the way. On the full moon they must hide, for man seeks them for their own selfish gain.
Leo:These mer are known for their hunting prowess. Living in saltwater and decorated in bright vivid greens, blues and purples, they dominate entire lagoons and coasts. When they are full from the hunt, they lay their bodies out on the rocks and bathe in the sun. By nightfall, they are glowing and can light up the murkiest parts of the water to find their prey.
Virgo:In unsuspecting ponds across the world, a fisherman may meet his brutal end at the hands of these mer. Rich brown, thin and boney, their bodies are perfect creating elaborate underground tunnels and rooms. They eat their prey, and take their treasures back to their secret lairs. Here they trade and barter with one another in one large room. Lore says this is the world’s oldest market place. Their unspoken diplomacy is unexplained.
Libra:Living by a tall sharp cliff nested full of harpies, these mer have developed a symbiotic relationship. Storms bring ships off the sea, where the harpies kill the crews leaving the ships to crash into the rocks and sinking. These mer seize this chance and collect every jewel and gold they can find. They construct elaborate jewelry, crowns, spears, and more. Once a year they gift beautiful pendants to their partners in the sky.
Scorpio:Baring a striking resemblance to a shark with long pointed fins and sharp sandpaper like skin, this mer lurks in dark lagoons and swamps. They have a reputation as ‘evil’ and were once almost hunted into extinction. Ever since they have lived solitary lives in the waters man dare not tread. In all reality, they are herbivores, and pose no threat to man or beast. Contrary, they will do anything they can to save a lost or wounded soul.
Sagittarius:Every year thousands of humans gather to watch the mass migration of mer up the rivers of South America. Their scales are a radiant Grey that reflects the rainbow in the light. The light show that they create as they jump hundreds of feet to scale waterfalls is an equal match to the aurora borialis. Once they reach their goal, they find their mates for the first time, hand in hand one week later they dive off the falls back into the sea.
Capricorn:Deep in a trench lies a civilization of the most technologically advanced mer to ever live. While man was discovering fire, they were cresting technology to leave the ocean and fly through the skies in water filled disc ships. They have no need to leave, they as a race have reached a point of enlightenment. Fitting for their gold scales and glowing white eyes. Sightings of these mer are often equated with meeting a God.
Aquarius:Sewer mer are the most unique of the species. They have no eyes, instead they navigate with echo location making clicking noises. Their skin can blend into its surroundings, so they can catch humans unsuspectingly passing by. As evolution has taken its course, they have gained an immunity to disease, poison, and a skin impenetrable by most mortal means. They will not always live in the dark and dank, the future will be theirs, and man will fall to their power. All in due time.
Pisces:The most well known mer are the oasis born. Why? Long ago, a prince found himself lost in the desert, he and his two men pulling a giant box of gold. With their mortality in front of them, an oasis appeared on the horizon as if a gift from the heavens. Perched on a rock in the very center, braiding her hair and humming to herself sat the most beautiful half woman half fish. This was the first time one of his people had seen any mer. He asked her to come back with him, pouring all his gold into the oasis and filling it with water so she could make the journey home with her guidance. She agreed. He died the first night they were wed, and so did his father both of a mysterious disease. She ruled the land with a fair but iron fist for 146 years until she once day dissappeared, some say to return to her gold filled oasis.

Soft

It starts with a bar of soap.

For God’s sake, Kent thinks to himself in the “personal care” section of the grocery store. Why does Dove think I’m allergic to purple just because I’m a guy?

He picks up the lavender-scented bar soap and inhales. It smells heavenly. Next he tries the sandalwood-scented from the men’s section. It comes in a gray box and costs fifty cents less. It smells good but it reminds him of floor polish.

I’m a grown-ass man, Kent thinks, and buys the lavender soap.

The next time he’s out of body wash, he spends thirty minutes trying to decide on one of the many “manly” smells before caving to “Cocoa Cabana” in the women’s aisle because it smells like Valentines Day in a bottle. 

After that it’s his deodorant body spray, trading in “Bold” (whatever the fuck boldness smells like) for “Fresh Cotton.” 

The first time Jeff catches a whiff of it on him, he asks, “New fabric softener? It smells awesome.”

“Nah, switched deodorants.”

“Huh.” Jeff nods in approval. “Well, you smell like fresh blankets out of the dryer. I have a physical urge to hug you.”

Kent laughs. Jeff hugs him and he laughs more. It’s nice.

After five months, nearly every toiletry Kent owns has been switched over from an endless variety of blacks, grays, and occasional dark greens and blues to white, purple, soft brown, yellow, and pink. Showers have transformed from a perfunctory necessity to something luxurious. Women’s products are so indulgent. They make Kent feel and smell like he’s been at a spa. He does have to learn to juggle the fragrances appropriately or risk smelling like a perfume store vomited on him. But it’s worth it, for how good he feels after. He feels pampered. His skin is softer, his hair shines, and even his pits and crotch look and feel cleaner. He doesn’t know if it’s the products or because he really cares about the maintenance, now, since he’s got all these specialty items to try. It doesn’t matter. He feels great.

Kent now has honest-to-God bubble baths and detox-salt-soaks. He’s got body butters and face masks and a lip balm in almost every flavor. The ladies at the Lush at the mall know him by name.

Kent’s still single. He’s got his cat for company, though, and the guys, who drop by or come over for movie and game nights and get drunk and eat all his food and pretend to chirp him for the specialty lemongrass-scented hand soap in his bathroom. Sometimes, on roadies, Swoops will plop down next to him on a bus or a plane and say loudly, “Damn, who’s got chocolate and isn’t sharing? Oh, it’s just Parser. Fuck you for getting my hopes up,” and then he’ll noogie Kent or grab his fingers and gnaw on them.

(The coaches have had to break them up before and it’s very unbecoming of two adult men.)

More than once, one of the guys has fallen asleep next to Kent and ended up face-first in Kent’s shoulder. They’ll wake up blearily, rubbing their eyes and saying, “Whoops, sorry man, didn’t mean to drool on you.” Kent was confused at first but he’s realizing that it’s because they gravitate towards the scent of him in their sleep. He smells like comforting things: honey and chocolate and cotton and Shea. He smells like warmth and safety. It’s why he likes all the things he buys, so it makes sense the guys would like that, too.

Nobody rags on him for it. They chirp him, but that’s different. Chirping, light-hearted and giggly, means acceptance. Soon his teammates start coming up to him in the locker room or nudging him on a bus and saying, “Parser, can I borrow some of your stuff?” and leaving with key-lime lips or cocoa-butter hands.

But it’s when he catches Sunny—big, burly, greatly-bearded d-man Sunny—pulling a bright orange tube of passion fruit lip balm out of his bag and slicking it on in front of everyone that he knows for sure that it’s okay.

How to feel like a nymph

*Walk through puddles with bare feet (or in flip flops)

*Let go of negative emotions–let them flow down stream

*Wear blues and green and purples–the colors of water (but if those aren’t your colors, remember that water at sunset is orange and red)

*Wash your face with micellar water

*Paint your nails with a gold or bronze nail polish

*Take long baths and showers

*Hum to yourself–sing loudly if the mood strikes

*Use a hydrating toner

*Go swimming and then lie in the sun

*Use a mineral water facial mist

*Use perfume with neroli or lavender or bergamot

*Dance with friends

*Volunteer with (or donate to) an organization doing wetland conservation or cleanup

*Go night swimming or swimming in the rain (just don’t swim in storms)

*When you wash your hands, let the water run over your wrists and forearms

*Wear loose clothing that doesn’t restrict your movement

*Eat fruit and drink lots of water

*Read poetry and ancient mythology

Colors are so wonderful and amazing. Somehow they can give off different vibes and make you feel different things. Some are warm, some a cool, some are subtle. Some are your favorites, some you associate with things or people you love. Colors honestly bring so much extra to life and make it that much more enjoyable.

The Signs as Mermaids
  • Aries: black tail shimmering red and orange, like burning coals. Can withstand great heat and lives near volcanic isles or underwater volcanoes
  • Taurus: only mermaids able to morph into human form. Who knows how many of them live under humans unrecognized...
  • Gemini: have a shark tail and a fin. Several rows of sharp teeth paired with their high speed make them dangerous hunters. Cold, calculating, and cunning
  • Cancer: near translucent skin and tail. Are able to melt into their background and appear to be invisible. The most successful hunter
  • Leo: golden, nearly indestructible tail. Live in warm areas, near the equator. Kind eyes and warm smiles make them the most popular type of mermaid
  • Virgo: elongated, pearly tail, shimmering in multiple colours, fanning out into a slightly translucent, silky fluke. Moves through the water slowly and gracefully
  • Libra: perfect skin and silky long hair. Leads sailors to their death through beautiful and hypnotizing singing voices
  • Scorpio: slim jet black tail. smooth scales but razor-sharp at the edges. Live in the depth of the sea and is sensitive to sunlight. Uses echolocation for orientation.
  • Sagittarius: slim but muscular tail built for speed. The fastest hunter reaching speeds up to 80 km/h or 50 mph
  • Capricorn: bioluminescent tail. Spend their nights in the shallow water gazing at the night sky
  • Aquarius: white tail with a bluish hue. Can withstand great cold and lives in colder regions of the sea, such as the Polar Caps and the Arctic Ocean
  • Pisces: beautiful tail, appearing in greens, blues, and purples. Able to talk to the sea animals. Protect the flora and fauna of the oceans
ain’t my fault || jeon jungkook

summary: 

a club meant for immortals doesn’t bode well for humans.

human!reader, vampire!kook

ain’t my fault. 

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Need a Jack to detox after a hectic weekend/monday before bed =A=

And bah you guys can conclude on your own who he got the hickies from <3

The Town of Forgetting: I

Slow Burn!Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: Derry was supposed to be an escape from your mother’s bad decisions and her hatred towards you for being ‘special’. But upon your arrival there you discover the eerily quiet town has a sinister reputation and a history that repeats itself.

Warnings: Cursing, description of illness. 

Words: 1,527

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“Are you sure they’ll like me?” You ask Beverly, pressing the phone closer to your ear. An old, fading, torn at the edges polaroid picture was held in your hand, the photo she had given you as a final present before you left Portland for good. Fuck your mom and her “unstable” lifestyle. She probably didn’t want you to see the tequila hidden under the bed.

“They will, I promise.” Her distorted voice comes through the ancient home phone, crackling with electricity.

“But you said-”

“They won’t know your last name,” Beverly assures. “And if they find out, they probably forgot anyway.”

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Lightsaber Colors and their Meanings -

I went looking for this information because I have a character in my newest Star Wars story who needed a pair of lightsabers. I wanted her to stand out from the other blues and greens, but purple didn’t fit her personality. Anyway, this information was complied from multiple sites and definitions. 

Blue - This color belongs to those Jedi known as Guardians. They tend to be the most visible of the Jedi and spend their time overtly protecting the galaxy. Wielders of this color blade tend to specialize their fighting styles and are more likely to practice “aggressive negotiations”. 

Known Wielders: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Solo

Green - Green tends to be used by the Jedi Consulars. These individuals tend to be more interested in negotiating than in fighting. That isn’t to say that they never use their blades, simply that they will try to talk their way our before resorting to violence. They tend to be more grounded than the wielders of other colors. 

Known Wielders: Yoda, Qui-Gon Jinn, Ahsoka Tano (The Clone Wars)

Yellow - Wielders of the Yellow blades are known as Jedi Sentinels. They lend an existence so secretive that most don’t know about them. Like the Guardians, they have dedicated themselves to the protection of the galaxy, but prefer to avoid the public light. Sentinels prefer to use technology, tracking, espionage, and surveillance to remove traces of the Dark Side from the galaxy. 

Known Wielders: Bastilla Shan, Plo Koon

Red - Used primarily by the Sith Lords, the color of the Red lightsabers are caused by the synthetic crystals used to form the blade. This causes the crystals to be specially tuned to the use of the Dark Side. 

Known Wielders: Every Sith Lord

Purple - Purple blades tend to favor wielders who have connections or had connections with the Dark Side. This could be people who returned from the Dark Side, were Dark Acolytes, or use Dark Side techniques. 

Known Wielders: Mace Windu, Mara Jade Skywalker, Jaina Solo

Orange - Oranges blades are wielded by those Jedi who bridge the gap between the Consulars and the Guardians. They use both negotiation and combat to resolve situations, and are highly adept at both. Orange is another color used by the Sentinels, but wielding an orange blade does not necessarily make one a Sentinel. 

Known Wielders: Plo Koon, Mandalorian Knights, Yaddle

Gold - Gold lightsabers tend to be favored by those who are strong in the Light Side of the Force. It is a rare color, and appears very rarely. This could be because it is often confused with yellow and orange. The differences can be seen if the three colors are held up together, but are harder to see when viewed separately. 

Known Wielders: Qu-Rhan

Bronze - Bronze has only appeared once. That being said, it appears to be favored by wielders of great physical strength. 

Known Wielders: Lowbacca 

Silver - Those who wield silver blades tend to be the calmest of the Jedi. They appear to be the most in tune with the Living Force. 

Known Wielders: Corran Horn

White - Often confused with silver, white blades are confusing in and of themselves. The majority of those who wield this color blade seem to be dogmatic and narrow minded. They appear to serve a master or a group with complete and utter devotion. This however, would not explain Ahsoka Tano wielded two white lightsabers in the new Rebels series. 

Known Wielders: The Red Guard (Palpatine’s personal guard), Ahsoka Tano (Rebels)

Black - Similar to the white blades, the handful of individuals who have wielded black blades have been very narrow-minded in their view of the Force. Unlike those who wield white blades, however, those who wield black blades seem to operate alone, claiming no allegiance to any cause, ideal, group, or individual other than themselves. There is only one known instance of its appearance, and it is generally regarded as the rarest color. 

Known Wielders: Pre Vizsla (Mandalorian Death Watch Leader)

These are the main categories of lightsaber colors. There are variations, such as Magenta (the color of Mara Jade’s first lightsaber and a variation of the color purple), Cyan (a variation of the color blue), and Pink (possibly a variation of purple or red). There are rumors of lightsabers whose blades have a black core and color around the outside, but they appear to have been more common around the time of the Clone Wars and no famous Jedi used one. There is also a rumor of mixed color blades, which as some support since one of the Jedi Knights who fought at the First Battle of Geonosis lost his padawan during that same fight and added her lightsaber crystal to his own lightsaber alongside his own. 

eritreayunani  asked:

Hey babe, could we get some headcannons on what kind of female s/o sebastian would be attracted to and actually go the trouble of courting? Characteristics: personality-wise and a few aesthetic-wise would be brilliant. Feel free to add on other characteristics you deem suitable! Thanks hun xxx

What kind of female S/O do you think Sebastian fall for? More character-wise but aesthetic related details can be included. Thank you! :)

I can tell you now that this is going to be a big one… Took me just over an hour!

Aesthetics

As a demon, Sebastian is above the shallowness of some humans to base attraction off of something as impermanent as appearances. But I broke appearance down to four categories and answered them separately. I did say this was a big request.

Hair 

He likes shedding his gloves after a long day and running his slender fingers through your hair, slowly and gently untangling any nicks. If he’s got time, he’ll braid and brush it for you.

  • For dark hair, he’ll compare it to starlight or the beauty of blood in the moonlight (reserved for those particularly morbid moods he gets into, usually after murdering someone or may or may not have deserved it).
  • For light hair, he’ll compare it to the sunlight or to having pure gold woven into your locks.
  • For unnatural colours, such as red, he’ll be fascinated by the true colour showing at the roots and will want to know all the reasons behind why you dyed it. 
  • Length doesn’t bother him, but he’s usually pretty content if it’s long enough to braid. If you consent, he’ll find out your favourite styles, learn them within a day or two, and then replicate the chosen style of the day each morning for you, taking it out and brushing it before you go to bed.

Eye colour

  • Any eye colour. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and it’s for precisely this reason that he loves to look into them, his own magenta eyes boring into yours. 
  • For genetic mutations such as heterochromia, he’s completely entranced and just loves commenting on the individuality of the two colours.
  • In any case, some baser part of him toys with the idea of gouging your eyes out surgically, so that they’re fully intact and carrying them around with him because of how much he loves them.
  • He always talks himself down from this, though, because they have that little spark of life that he so adores and if he removes them from your person, he’ll never witness them light up when you see him walk into the room, and he can’t have that now, can he?
  • Besides, he’s pretty sure that you’d like to keep your eyes exactly where they are.

Height doesn’t matter at all because everyone’s the same height when they’re laying down.

Clothes

  • With clothes, it can go two ways: pastels or dark. Sebastian generally doesn’t pay too much attention to what you wear because it’s your body and you can wear what you like, but he may offer to choose your clothes for you each morning or to design/make/order clothes for you to wear, completely tailored to you and your tastes. You wouldn’t know about this beforehand because he won’t physically measure you. Just one look at you head to toe, and he already knows exactly what you should wear. He has an eye for these things.
  • I think, with pastel colours, he’d appreciate the difference between his stark black and white outfits with very little variation, to your different shades of pinks, purples, greens, blues, etc. He’d likely compare it to the fragility and delicacy of the human body, almost going off on a tangent about how easily humans are disposed of, before remembering that you’re a member of said species and that you may not be able to stomach what he’s talking about. He’d apologise and change the subject.
  • With dark colours, he’d appreciate the similarities with his own clothes and make the occasional comment about how what you’re wearing matches his thoughts, his nature; he’s the epitome of darkness and he never misses an opportunity to tell you this.
  • He lives in Victorian London, don’t forget, so he wouldn’t approve of too much revealing of your skin. He’d tell you that “it’s unseemly and might he recommend something else that may be to your taste, My Lady?”. This would be coupled with comments muttered into your ear that is designed to leave you blushing.
  • Makeup doesn’t bother him, though it intrigues him. Why do you cover your natural face? He’d make it clear that he prefers you fresh-faced, though. Makeup carries a certain connotation in this time period.

Personality traits

  • The most important thing is that you’re not afraid of him. He’s a demon and capable of the biggest monstrosities you can think of and is mostly unfeeling, but he cannot court someone (yes, court, not date, “a frankly ridiculous modern adaptation”) who fears him. So, his s/o’s love for him needs to override the fear of what he is in all situations.
  • Full acceptance and understanding that Sebastian cannot love to the same extent that humans can and do, but rather, he’s possessive. You’re his and as such, he will protect you and fight for you, with you, with his life, if need be. Don’t expect declarations of romance and romantic proposals, it’s not in his nature. He will not change for you and the very suggestion would be most insulting.
  • Someone who knows that Sebastian can and will play games with them. Tell him your fears, he will exploit them for his own amusement. Tell him your dreams, and he will crush them if you let him. Tell him your insecurities and he will shut them down with logic in just a few sentences. But, devilish though he may be, he is still your partner, and so he will refrain from doing these things. He may still play tricks on you, though, not nothing life threatening. It’s no good courting a dead person.
  • Independence. He’s very busy with his contract, running the Phantomhive estate and doing all the other things that he does, so he won’t always have time for you. His s/o would need to be able to fend for themselves. His ward is a child and he doesn’t need or want another one. 
  • Confidence. He understands that this grows in humans, and he’d be willing to help you with that. He does care for you in his own way and will show you in every way he knows how that you’re a wonderful woman and that he loves you, again in his own way.
  • Someone who is okay with Sebastian being himself around them. So he moves a little faster, he speaks with a lower, more gravelly voice. If he realises that you enjoy that, or you tell him this yourself, then he’d be pleased and would make it a point to be a little less human around you. This links into not being scared of him.
  • Someone who is themselves. No false modesty, no façades, no masks or acts… just you. He won’t appreciate falsehoods, even if they’re meant with good intentions.
  • Someone who is strong-stomached. I don’t mean this in terms of gore, though that would help, I also mean someone who can hold their own. He will tease you on occasion about your weaknesses. For example, if you’re afraid fo the dark, he might grab your foot from under the bed. But that’s a different set of headcanons, which can be found on my masterlist.
  • Intellect. Enjoy books or writing, drawing. Plays an instrument or wants to learn one. Bi-lingual or wants to learn another language. An inherent appreciation of culture and class. Someone who appreciates the finer lifestyle. These things aren’t necessary but it would help your relationship, in that you have mutual interests.
  • This is such an important point that I left it for last, and it’s pretty self-explanatory: Maturity. Someone who loves Sebastian for exactly what he is, in all the right ways. No games, no competitions, no playing, just love. Love him for what he is, and he’ll return the affections in kind, though in a slightly different way. Respect him and he’ll respect you. That’s all there is to it.
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Sanders Sides: Virgil, Patton, Roman, Thomas, Logan
Blurb: When Logan leaves the others in Patton’s room, Virgil takes matters into his own hands and ends up revealing a secret Patton wanted to keep hidden. (takes place at the end of Moving On ½)
Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort, Drama
Inspiration: Inspiration for this story came from This Set of Tumblr posts by @fandomsandanythingelse @sidewritings @darude-sanderstorm
Warnings: Negative Self-Talk, Pain/Injuries
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ags: @loverofpizzaandallthingssweet @not-so-innocent-bi-sander @icecoldparadise @novagalaxy4real @little-lunatica @cinquefoilelove

Virgil shivered as a cold breeze ruffled through the hair on his head, moving down his neck like ice covered skeleton fingers. He blinked, his vision fuzzy but thankfully not overstimulated in the unfamiliar mostly dark space. He stayed still. Searching the darkness, wary of the sudden absence of bright stimuli that had had him running in the first place. This wasn’t his room. Nor was it the hallway outside of Patton’s room. What was this place? He took a calming breath, letting his senses adjust. Wherever it was, the space felt tiny.

How tiny though? A box? Was he in a box? Swallowing down a flare of panic, he reached out, only to cry out with a deep demonic roar as a thousand individual pricks dug into his skin.

Useless
                               Worthless
        You can’t do this.
                                          What good are you?


The whisperings of self-doubt rustled in his ears as he winced, half curling up in on himself. He snapped his mouth shut, cutting off the sound, but not the whispers.

Can’t ever do anything right.
                                                 Despicable
       Good for nothing.
                                       You have nothing to offer.
Ever.
              Waste of space.


Virgil gritted his teeth, making himself hold still so the voices would stop. He knew those whispers of self-doubt. Those creeper vines could strangle any bright thought, hope, or idea that sprouted up in Thomas’s mind if they weren’t found and torn apart. He fought them often to protect Thomas, almost as much as Roman did unknowingly when he went on quests. But what were they doing here? Why was he trapped in them now?!

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Pardon Our Ectoplasm

Christmas Truce gift for @anemptymorgue, who asked for something humorous to do with Amity Park’s general citizens and their relationship with ghosts. Hope you like it!

This, Wes berated himself, is why you didn’t do last-minute Christmas shopping in Amity. “But you can’t be sold out!”

The blue-shirted associate - Neil, according to his name tag- shrugged. “Sorry sir; we’re technically not sold out- we’re out of stock.”

“What’s the difference?!”

“One has us selling things like a normal store, and the other one is that cyber ghost popping through the ceiling and making our inventory attack people like it was the machine uprising.” 

Another associate sweeping up broken and scorched plastic added, “Only instead of killer robots it was iPads and overpriced HDMI cables.”

“The cyber ghost?” Kwan piped up behind Wes. “Which one is that?”

“Yeah, y’know…the cyber ghost?” At their blank expression, Neil pressed. “Come on: green skin, lab coat, lame shades? Has that shrieky voice that sounds like that one dude?”

Wes glanced back at Kwan, Dash, and Dale, who all shrugged. 

“Wait, Terry would totally know this. He’s a big Ecto-Fanboy.” He called across the store, loud and echoing with nothing but empty shelves between them. “Hey Tere! What was the name of that ghost yesterday! The techie one?”

“You mean Technus?” someone across the store hollered back. “How do you forget that? He talks in the third person! He was constantly telling people his name. The first thing he said was ‘It is I, Technus, Master of Machines and all that goes beep-boop!’ He did it in that weird Gilbert Gottfried kinda voice.”

Neil snapped his fingers. “Gilbert Gottfried, that was it!” 

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Abounded - Jongdae x Reader AU Series - Chapter 2

Servant!Chen x Reader

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Warnings: I don’t think Profanities count… But hints towards cruel punishments do. Both are towards the end, though.

Word Count: 6618


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 You let a small smile curl on your lips. He doesn’t say anything, but nods slowly instead, never unlocking his eyes from yours. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight, Jongdae.”

  “Goodnight, Miss Y/n.”



   Usually when you first wake up you feel like death, like most people would, but this morning you awaken feeling strangely refreshed, and you aren’t complaining in the slightest. You head downstairs and hear three familiar voices coming from the living area, so naturally that’s where you plan to go. You stop right next to the entranceway when you hear your name coming from Kyungsoo, then hide behind the wall, curious of what they’re talking about.

   “So she’s always like she was last night then? That isn’t an act at all?” Jongdae’s voice.

   “Yup!” Chanyeol, “She honestly treats us like family. She even called me an amazing brother just last night!”

   “Are you sure that wasn’t just out of pity from your little rant?” Kyungsoo chuckled out.

   “Oh yeah? When’s the last time she called you her brother? Hmm?” Chanyeol teases the black-haired man.

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