My Brother Made The Mistake Of Asking Me What I Do For Fun In My Free Time Today And By The Time I Finished

what’s the opposite of “i ship it”? i don’t mean anti-shipping i mean more along the lines of “this couple got together in canon and i want front rows seats to their future bloody bloody divorce“

I chose the first option but it would be quite interest if the first were both true and the reader finds out the narrator is an immortal/god/spirit thing before finding out it is a main character.

I’d love to do a series of these short Spindlewynd Mysteries so a continuing narrator might be fun.

A New Level of Hurt 

Logan's friends keep letting him down

Logan Sanders angst

Warnings: swearing, anxiety, self deprecating thoughts 

Word count: 778

Incoming text from Virgil: 

Hey! Sorry that this is so last minute, but we have to cancel, Lo :( Something just came up… We’ll see you next time tho 

His phone hit the bed with a soft thump. Again? His friends usually canceled the plans he made, but no matter how many times it happened, he was still let down. Why did he even try anymore? 

Collapsing back onto the mattress, he stared at the ceiling. They had no problem following through with the plans they made, but when it came to him, there were so many painfully comical excuses. What was it about him? Was he actually as annoying as he thought? Was he a damper on their fun? What was the problem? 

Mustering up just barely enough politeness to reply, he picked up his phone. 

You sent: 

No problem, Virgil. See you another time. :) 

He couldn’t identify the feeling building in his chest, but he knew it was uncomfortable. Picturing them all sitting around Virgil’s phone, laughing at how gullible he was, the feeling grew worse. 

“Logan’s so fucking stupid! I can’t believe he actually thinks we want to hang out with him.” 

“When is he going to stop inviting us over? I’m starting to feel bad for him.” 

“I’m surprised he keeps believing our excuses, they’re getting pretty bad. But he’s so naive, I bet he actually thinks something happened!” 

His breathing was becoming heavy, and the room started to feel like it was closing in. His friends must hate him, that’s the only explanation, right? 

“No- logically speaking, anything could’ve happened, they’re most likely telling the truth, there’s no need to get worked up.” He thought. 

However, even as logical as he was, nothing could stop the negative thoughts from overtaking the rational ones. 

Tears were collecting in his eyes, but he was trying as hard as possible to resist them. This was such a dumb thing to get upset over. He should’ve known. How could he have been so stupid? 

If Roman, Patton, and Virgil abandoned him, he’d be alone. They were his only friends. Would he be able to deal with being friendless? 

He suddenly remembered some advice he’d once given to Virgil. If you’re anxious, you should find a healthy distraction. 

Looking around his dimly lit room, desperately trying to find something to take his mind off the disappointment and hurt, he came up empty handed. 

His phone made a noise, pulling his attention toward the spot where it had been abandoned. That could be an adequate distraction, right?

Scrolling through the various apps, he opened Instagram. Bad choice. 

The first picture on his feed was of his friends together. It hadn’t been posted today, but last night. 

They were standing in front of an old building downtown, dressed to the nines. 

The caption read: 

Friends who slay together, stay together. 

He didn’t even have to look at the user to know it came from Roman.

Logan figured they hung out without him, and that was okay, but actually seeing it in front of him was a different story. 

Without even thinking about it, his fingers scrolled to the next picture. Thankfully, neither Virgil nor Patton had posted pictures, but he still wished he hadn’t seen it at all. 

He envisioned them mocking him again. Walking around downtown in suits and ties, talking about how glad they were it was just the three of them. 

It was safe to say this “healthy” distraction was not working. He put his phone on silent, shoved it into a drawer, and sat on the floor. 

He’d never been so uncomfortable in his life. That was the only word he could think of to describe this horrible feeling that had made a home in his stomach and now his chest. As he laid back, he realized he’d been shaking and sweating. The hardwood floor felt benevolent on his bare arms, so he removed his shirt in hopes of cooling down faster. 

The thing was, he was let down constantly. It had been happening his entire life, this was something he’d gotten used to. Why was this time any different? 

Did this confirm everything he’d ever thought about himself? 

Maybe he actually was a horrible person who wasn’t worth anyone’s time or attention. That’s why he was always alone. 

He screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, trying to get rid of those thoughts. 

“I think this is a new level of hurt.” He whispered to himself while watching the ceiling fan spin circles over his head.

Watching the fan spin, he was growing sleepy. 

His eyes closed and he felt himself begin to fall asleep. 

Day 3 (Three)

Bi Pride

Characters: “Nicoren [no last name in canon | Disaster Crew] & Stephan Castellanos-Nomikos [Disaster Crew]”

  [Image Description: Two people stand near each other with part of a big cat next to one character to show that he is related (not in a family way, in a concept way) to it. The man on the left who has the big cat, specifically one based on a jaguar that has a condition that causes the production of a lot of melanin, is named Nicoren. Nicoren has dark skin, oddly green eyes, and curly black hair that seems to have some deep jade green in it. Nicoren is wearing a tank top with the text “I’m purrfect” on it in the bisexual colors, he is also wearing black shorts with bisexual leggings, and black boots to finish this look. Nicoren appears to have a strange tattoo on the inside of his lower right arm, he is also a “were-jaguar” or at least something that can be called that. 

  The man on the right is a Caucasian with messy blond hair and golden eyes who is named Stephan of the Castellanos-Nomikos family. Stephan is still sitting down and is much bigger than Nicoren.]

  [Text in Image: Stephan; 7′2″ (seven feet and two inches, or around 218 [two hundred and eighteen] and a half centimeters) monstrosity (in reference to the fact that Stephan is a ridiculously tall being; ‘(no one in fam [family] knows why he is so tall); Nicoren; lowkey 6′4″ (six feet and four inches, or around 193 [one hundred and ninety three] centimeters); You think he’s like 5′6″ (five feet and six inches, or around 167 [one hundred and sixty seven] and a half centimeters) but no (in reference to Nicoren); Both Bisexual; combination of Nicolau & Renato (a note of the names combined to make Nicoren’s name); leads people to victory (the meaning of Nicolau, to my knowledge); reborn (meaning of Renato, to my knowledge); Were Jaguar; June 3rd (third); Bi Pride]

   These two (plus their friend) are not apart of any universe I have made yet but I want to state that they are somewhat inspired by alittlesliceofcucumber‘s Spooky Lads! AU. They aren’t dating but close friends. The three of them have a business of sorts that is basically “pay us a commission and suggest what we do, and we try our best to do it (without destroying the world)” they will even do some less than legal things but they generally won’t commit murder. They are often mistaken for monster hunters as they often do things related to the supernatural but they are very much not. 

  Nicoren and Stephan get along great, with their love language being lovingly insulting each other, being salty, and sarcasm, but they have one genuine argument that they will never agree on and will go on until someone stops them. It is all about whether being turned a vampire, but your heart never stopped beating until they were full vampire, could be considered dying. 

  Here are some close ups of the two.

  [Image Description: A close up Nicoren and more specifically the text. You can see that here Nicoren has fangs. Nicoren is doing finger guns. A small example of the tattoo is seen off of Nicoren’s body. It looks like a “t” with a shape similar to the circular part of the on/off button that on electrical devices. The circular part does not touch the “t” and is at the bottom/smooth part of a “t”]

  [Text in Image: Nicoren;  combination of Nicolau & Renato (a note of the names combined to make Nicoren’s name); leads people to victory (the meaning of Nicolau, to my knowledge); reborn (meaning of Renato, to my knowledge); Were Jaguar; June 3rd (third); Bi Pride]

  Nicoren is the newest member of this odd jobs club and least educated. He is both the muscle, the looks, and the distraction. He can best be described using three (3) words that start with the letter ‘b,’ bada**, b*tch, and b*stard. He knows that he is a solid 10 on looks but cannot read (Stephan and Kolimai are teaching him) but he can identify a crazy amount of random stuff. 

  [Image Description: A close up of Stephan so you can see the text better and see that his eyes are golden with tones of red and not brown.]

  [Text in Image:  Stephan; 7′2″ (seven feet and two inches, or around 218 [two hundred and eighteen] and a half centimeters) monstrosity (in reference to the fact that Stephan is a ridiculously tall being; ‘(no one in fam [family] knows why he is so tall); Both Bisexual]

  Stephan is from a well known, famous, and powerful family of magic users (most are sorcerers but some are wizards) and is an extremely intelligent young man... so you would think he would be good at magic... but his genetics decided to be a**holes and gave a condition where he will get migraines, mild vertigo, and very severe motion sickness when he casts (or even affected by) magic. There is only one spell he can cast without this condition activating, summon balloons. He is also gained a habit where if he panics and can cast a spell, he will cast that spell. It has solved a lot of problems, but it also made a ridiculous amount of problem exponentially worse. 

  He is extremely stubborn, clever, and can hold a grudge for eternity. He may be an a**hole, but he is a loving a**hole.

  Image drawn on June 3rd or 6/3/2022.

heeppy hoolida

the problem with horror now is there is no men in little tank tops and booty shorts

Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me.

I know there is a lot of discourse (tm) around this right now but listen to me

sometimes you do just have to lie to children.

We’ll have to do dinner Thursday night instead.