#?? barely

[rederiswrites]

There. Now I just gotta do this a couple hundred more times, and my forest verge might have something besides multiflora rose.

Oh, and shower off the poison ivy and retrieve and dispose of the leftover brambles every time.

[sanssequoia]

needless to say these two are happy to have their room all to themselves again...

[dinah-lance]

ALSO I’M NOT DONE IMAGINE ALL THESE POSSIBLE SUPER SAD SCENARIOS THAT MIGHT HAPPEN OR MIGHT NOT WHO KNOWS

- nott killing caduceus with her arrow somehow making her feel like she's losing more and more her grasp of what she used to be and becoming more and more of a shitty murder goblin that she thinks all goblins are and how is yeza going to react and is she ever going to be a halfling again and is she going to lose herself completely into her goblin-ness oh no

- caleb pulling away even further because it’s not safe and he might be better now than he was as a teenager but he's still getting manipulated into hurting people he loves he's still not good enough he's still fucking things up despite everything ajhsfbje like beau’s going to have to sucker punch him back into reality to stop wallowing on his self hate because if he already did that before imagine now?? i mean damn 

 - fjord also like?? 90% of his attacks didn't hit??? he can't do anything to help his friends?? ukotoa didn't give him shit like okay thanks the water thing was cool i guess but he probably feels like he wasn't strong enough  to help his friends he kept trying to get in the way between the fallen ones to attack and failed every single time like damn and like imagine him being down about this and jester being like that’s not true you saved me and oh wow

- and like yasha is a whole other can of worms especially after that battle in the ship and what her god kept telling her and whatever but ashley isn’t around so she’s going to have to emotionally attack me some other time i guess idk when she comes back but that’s also potential for really sad things

that’s it thanks i hate all of this bye

[lumiereswig]

Spooky prompt: A haunted house in Villeneuve. (~squad member)

this plays into literally all my love for buzzfeed unsolved. i couldn’t finish it but i tried

“We didn’t….we didn’t need to bring the whole gang,” says Adam. He doesn’t like saying “gang.” But he can’t think of a better word for the hodge-podge group surrounding him now: Lumiere with one bright lantern, Cogsworth holding some flickering invention of Belle’s, Plumette with her white wool coat wrapped tight around her. Beside him, Belle flips open one of her books on the occult.

“I wish it was just us, too, but they wouldn’t be put off,” she says. “Besides, if we have to banish Jean Potts’s house of a demon, we might as well have fun with it.”

“Fun with—fun with the?!—Belle, it’s a demon, it could kill us.”

“Ooooh, I’m so scared, let me clutch my blankie and hide under the bed.” She laughs and flashes the torchlight in his eyes. “Embrace it, Adam. It won’t hurt you. You aren’t dressed like a ponce this time, anyway.”

“I feel like a ponce,” he mutters, holding up some more equipment. Belle packed loads: detectors, recorders, audio transcriptors, cameras and buttons and flashlights and whistles. She invented all of it, in some crazed fit of inspiration. And now half of it was beeping, oddly, and the rest of it was flickering with lights.

“Right, time to split up,” announces Cogsworth. “I have divided the party based on efficiency, skillset, and matrix-driven data on the most sensible combinations. Madame de Garderobe will be with the Prince—”

“I’m with Plumette,” says Lumiere.

“I’ve already tied Chapeau to my waist,” says Cuisinier.

“Belle. It’s Belle. I’m going with Belle,” says Adam.

“You can come with us, Cogsworth,” says Plumette kindly. “Seeing as Garderobe and Cadenza have already left for the attic.”

“The what?! No no no, they were supposed to take on the back kitchen—”

“Ahh, relax, mon ami.” Lumiere shoves a camera into Cogsworth’s hands, tweaks his mustache. “We need you with us, to capture all this beauty for the ages.” He frames his face in his hands, extending the imaginary screen to include Plumette. “A legendary, glamorous trio, fighting ghosts in the darkest basement with sheer panache—”

“I am not going into the basement—”

Cogsworth, Lumiere, and Plumette vanish into the basement. Shrugging, Belle pulls Adam on to the bedrooms.

“Do you know how to douse a demon, Belle?”

“I’ve got holy water. You still scared?”

“You’re still not?!”

“Ooh, something’s creaking.”

Adam sighs, and holds up his equipment. “Just....just tell me when to press the buttons, dearest.”

[cosmo-ren]

[Griffin] Jenkins: So you're all set on blankets?

[Clint] Merle: Yeah. We're—

[Travis] Magnus: We actually need extra pillows. I sleep with a pillow between my knees, and between my elbows, and behind my head-

Griffin: Okay—

[Travis] Magnus: —and under my feet. If I could get—

Griffin: So we're— we're gonna do this now, huh?

Travis: *laughs* I described the Griffin McElroy sleeping method.

Griffin: I need to build myself a fucking exosuit of pillows, and I'm not like— I'm not like proud of it, like I'm— yeah I am embarrassed about it, and it makes trips with my family a living hell.

Justin: Yeah.

Travis: *laughs* A pillowy hell!

Justin: You go into a room you're sharing with Griffin then you look for a pillow, there's just none there. He's absorbed them all.

Griffin: Yeah. I need them for strength and energy.

[nisac-tava]

I love when complete and utter pathetic, despicable losers are whores and casanovas