History Buff Grover Means More To Me Than Anyone Will Ever Know

I don’t know why Defunctland is trending but I sure do love it, massive shoutout to Defunctland and the effort put into every video!!

PLEASE DO WRITE IT I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE

Also. Yknow the fanon thingy about Tommy really looking like Phil. Specifically young Phil? And we pretty much just use it to have Tommy grow up looking like him?

Proposal.

Philza somehow gets deaged by some tomfuckery and now he has to navigate the server looking like Tommyinnit.

Noone has respect for him anymore. Theres like several people trying to kill him most of the time and one time his own son, Wilbur "fishfucker" soot, approached him during some mental breakdown that started with him apologizing and ended with him telling philza/Tommy about vague and also vaguely threatening "big plans" and there were more explosives mentioned and also Phil got to witness an entire (short but still complete) monologue about how Phil (totally not him) has stupid believes and just doesn't get Wilbur and has been hanging with techno too much

It's a very exhausting time for Phil

Pffft, oh god. I want to read a fic with this concept!

Like, Phil gets approached by Tubbo who just drops Michael on him with no explaination because him and Tommy have a babysitting system in place with Shroud and Michael. Phil though, doesn't know shit about it and is just standing there on the prime path more confused than ever.

Another day he meets Jack who "acidentally" almost drops an anvil on him and "acidentally" trips and almost stabs him. Jack seems very unhappy about those two "almost". Phil only has an ever increasing pile of questions...

Just, random people coming up to Phil and not even listening when he tells them he's not Tommy because "that's such a Tommy thing to say, always coming up with aliases"

Omg I can’t believe it’s been 3 years since I first got into LOTF (scheduled for the exact day). Even if I’m not as heavily into it as I was 3 years ago from now it’s still crazy to me how these silly little British boys have consumed my mind and left no crumbs. And they are still there. Watching. Waiting.

Edit: Changed 4 to 3 upon remembering that 2020 was only 3 years ago at the time of writing this post.

Every single odd number has an “e” in it.

Of course! Thanks for the amazing request! I made it an imagine if that’s alright with you. Also, I’m not too good at writing Sayaka yet so sorry if I got her character wrong!

Mission: Find the gift

Chiaki yawned, smiling as she entered the hallway to the malls main shopping area. She was determined to find her girlfriend the perfect gift. Sayaka would be holding a concert tomorrow, and it would be the first one since she and Chiaki got together.

“Quest: start. Mission: Find Sayaka a nice gift.” Chiaki said under breath. The mall was huge, so she shouldn’t have a hard time finding a gift! After all, Sayaka isn’t that picky, right?

Chiaki walked through the different stores, careful to not get too sidetracked by games. That was until one caught her eye for good reason. It had a bright teal cover that had wings on it. (For anyone who’s curious about it, look up Just Sing.) It was a karaoke game, which seemed perfect! But would Sayaka like it or is that just her own opinion? Chiaki decided to take it and hold onto it while looking around some more. This particular store seemed to have everything, ranging from video games to flowers to small packs of candy and gum. But what would she like the most? Chiaki rubbed her eyes and then checked a nearby clock. Sayaka’s concert starts in three hours. Chiaki held the game closer to her and then walked over to to a small bundle of lilacs and bought them both.

Chiaki moved towards the entrance to see Sayaka. “I’m sorry Miss, but Miss Sayaka is getting ready for the concert.” A bouncer said. The door swung open anyways. “Chiaki! You came!” Sayaka said happily, ignoring the bouncer and the gifts in Chiaki’s hands. Chiaki smiled sweetly and held out the gifts. Sayaka gasped at them and dragged Chiaki into the dressing room.

“Aww, are those for me?” Sayaka asked, taking them once the door was closed. A bright pink blush was spread across her face. Chiaki nodded. “The lavenders are to help you sleep, since I noticed you don’t sleep well before a concert.” Chiaki said. “Well not everyone can sleep as easily as you can.” Sayaka laughed. Then she looked at the game. “Oh, is this a karaoke game?” Sayaka asked. “Yep. I thought it would be fun since it combined both of our talents.” “It really is perfect for us, isn’t it?” Sayaka said with a grin. “I guess this also means I’ll hear your singing voice?” Chiaki nodded.

Once the concert was over, the two girls went home hand in hand and fell asleep easily, a small vase of lavenders next to them on a nearby dresser.

Hello @lordoftheflowers , this is your secret Santa gift! I tried to write it the best I could so I hope you enjoy it! Also Merry Christmas!

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(Takes place between chapters 3 and 4.)

Ralph awoke with somewhat of a startle as he felt cold wind blow through a crack in the poorly built hut. It was the first cold breeze in a while; he was beginning to think the island would be eternally warm with forever lasting summer. But as he got up and became more aware of his surroundings, he noticed something from beyond the crack.

It was white.

Ralph gently reached out to it like it was something foreign to him despite being so sure of what it was.

It was snow. White, fluffy, cold snow. It sent a shiver up his spine and struck him with an idea. He carefully stuck his hand through the crack, grabbed a bit of it (and taking delight in how it crunched together - he could make so many snowballs and snowmen with this snow) and threw it at the person closest to him in the cabin: Piggy.

It took a second or two for Piggy to wake up, with a sort of shocked sound that seemed to wake up a couple of littuns.

Piggy wiped the stuff off his specs and face before looking at Ralph. His face showed that he was a mixture between confused and angry, maybe a tiny of disappointment?

“Hey, what was ‘at for?” Piggy asked.

“Look Piggy, snow!” Ralph pointed towards the crack.

“Well yeah, I can see that. I’m wondering why you threw ‘it in my face!” Piggy asked. Ralph shrugged, having no real answer for the boy.

The other boys around them slowly woke up from their slumbering, looking around to find where the sudden chill was coming from.

“Snow!” One of them, a littleun who was most likely five or six called out. The small hut was empty within seconds, with boys running around in the snow in nothing but loose fitting, ripped pants.

Jack came stumbling out of the hunters cabin (something he had insisted on) and gave a quick shiver before walking to Ralph.

“It’s cold.” He said.

“Well yeah, it is snowing.” Piggy said with an annoyed huff, pushing up his glasses more.

Suddenly Jack focused on the snow again. “Hey, are those pig tracks..? HUNTERS!” Jack called out, drawing the attention of the boys in the other hut.

“There are pigs out here, let’s go!” Jack said with a grin, picking up a newly created spear and raising it.

“Yeah, go get a pig. Me an’ Simon will start a fire so the littluns don’t freeze.” Ralph said, anger slipping into his voice a little bit.

“You can shut it with the sarcasm, you’ll be thanking me when I get a pig.” Jack said stubbornly before yelling at the other hunters to follow the tracks.

“How’re we s’posed to make a fire in snow?” Piggy asked, his specs gleaming.

“It’s too cold to be waiting out here all day for the fire to light, I don’t want to wait.”

Ralph sighed. “Well someone has to light the fire, and we need your specs to do that.”

The two were silent for a bit, content with watching the littleuns playing in the snow as if it were the first time they had ever seen it.

Simon came out of a third hut which mainly hosted littleuns.

“Good morning..oh, did it snow?” Simon asked, looking at the ground with a smile.

“Yeah, it snowed and it’s still cold. We need a fire now more then ever!” Ralph said.

“Where are Samneric? Aren’t they supposed to keep watch over the fire and light it?” Simon asked.

“Jack took ‘em to go hunting with him.”

“The selfish jerks. Couldn’t they wait until the fire was lit? It’s like they don’t even care anymore.” Piggy complained.

“We need to focus on the littuns. Piggy, you go light the fire, I am the chief so you need to listen to me.” Ralph said, distracting himself and the two others from thoughts of Jack disobeying him.

Piggy grumbled, but ultimately left towards where the fire should be.

Ralph grabbed some snow, turned it into a snowball, and threw it at a tree trunk.

“Real good snow for making snowmen and snow forts, right Simon?” Ralph asked with a smile. Simon nodded.

~~~~~~~

When Jack and the boys returned, they were empty handed.

“No pig in sight…what a-“ Jack was cut off by a snowball to the face. His face went a bright red as he looked around angrily.

“Who just threw that?” Jack yelled.

Instead he just heard laughing from a newly built snow structure.

“Ralph, was that you?” Jack asked. When he got no reply he turned back to his hunters.

“Well don’t just stand there, fight back!” He said.

One of the boys picked one up and hit a littlun collecting snow. Jack smiled.

“Looks like it’s time for a snowball fight.”

——-

As the sun set, all the boys were covered in snow. Even Piggy, who had since come from down the mountain.

Only a few of the biguns had retreated up to the fire, and they were all part of the hunters. Walter, Simon, Wilford, Maurice were the ones who went up to the fire, where they cared for the cold littleuns who cried for hot chocolate or something warmer like a blanket.

“Give up yet?” Jack asked, his pride still standing strong despite how he violently shivered as he spoke.

“Not yet! We still can beat him Ralph!” Piggy encouraged.

“No Piggy, it’s over. I’m too cold, you go ahead if you want.” Ralph said, shaking his head and making his way to the mountain with the fire.

Piggy followed him, unwilling to face off against the whole choir since he had been hit the most by them. Soon followed the rest of the tribe.

As they all lay and sit around the fire, shivering as melted cold snow ran down their almost naked bodies, the choir began to lightly hum or sing Christmas songs that the Littleuns belted out to. Ralph smiled lightly as he slowly drifted off to sleep, fears and worries of the Beast (which hadn’t plagued their thoughts all day) left behind in the back of his mind.

Thanks for requesting! I’m so so sorry about how long this took, I’ve been busy with a job and two projects as well as a bunch of birthdays clustered together. Anyways, I hope that you enjoy! (Sorry if I got anything wrong in regards to Mikans panic attack, I’ve never had one before so I looked up the symptoms and went off from there.)

Miu smiled brightly at the crowd, her girlfriend using one of her inventions up on stage for people to see and possibly buy. It was something she had been working on for awhile and she knew would be a top seller! The invention was a machine that could cut your bangs perfectly straight for you so that you would stop wasting your money on going to the hairdressers every time your hair gets outta control. Miu could only begin imagining how that scumbag liar would react upon seeing how much money she had before buying lots of..toys for her to use.

Miu was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she only came back when she heard the sound of someone falling. She knew the sound all too well, unfortunately. Mikans legs were wrapped up in the cable that the device needed to work, which was connected to the outlet. Somehow Mikan must’ve gotten tangled in them when leaving the seat to display the product of the invention. On the plus side, her bangs were lookin’ good!

However, the thought left her head as Mikan began to cry and shake. Miu made the quick decision to close the curtain as the crowd began to whisper amongst themselves.

“You alright, Mikan? That seemed like a pretty hard fall.” Miu asked, crouching down to her girlfriend. When Mikan didn’t answer, Miu knew she had to think of something.

“H-hey..it’s okay, just count down from five, alright? Here, I’ll count with you.” Miu said, turning Mikans head to hers.

They slowly counted down together, but before they could reach one Mikan hung her head again.

“I-I’m sorry! I r-ruined your show! T-thanks to me y-your invention w-will never sell!” Mikan cried out.

“Screw the invention!” Miu said as softly as she could. “That doesn’t matter as much as making sure you’re okay. God, I should’ve thought this out more..” Miu said.

Miu rubbed small circles on Mikans back as she quieted down. Once Mikan stopped crying, Miu hugged her.

“I’m really sorry, Mikan. I shouldn’t have made you do this.”

“W-well, on the plus side, m-my hair looks better!” Mikan said with a semi happy smile.

Miu’s sense of pride came back to her. “Well of course it does! Not that there was anything wrong before, of course, but now your radiance is even more spectacular! Why, your just as beautiful as the Girl Genius herself!” Miu shouted.

Mikan laughed a little and Miu pointed her thumb towards the exit.

“Why not just leave now. Let’s go watch a movie or something, these people don’t deserve my invention anyways!” Miu said.

Mikan was about to protest, but Miu grabbed her hand and began to walk anyways, so she went along with it.

Of course anon! I tweaked the idea a bit since I don’t feel too comfortable writing about cigars, but everything else I liked! It was really fun to write this!

Tw: This is censored around Angie’s religion. I tried to do some research about it but I’m sorry if I messed something up, I don’t want to offend anyone.

Tradition of love

The waves rolled on the sandy beaches, lightly taking some sand with them. The moon tinted water just barely touched the wood that was stationed near it. “Angie, if we keep the wood here it’s just going to get all yucky and wet, can’t we just move it over there?” Kokichi whined. Angie hummed a bit, some tune she had heard Kaede play one day. “You just do not want to get your feet wet, right? Well Atua says that it must be where the land and sea meet! Only then can He look down upon us and bless us.” Angie said happily. Kokichi huffed in annoyance.

He decided to just respect her wishes and left the wooden table by the water. Angie delicately placed a wooden statue she had been holding onto the table. Then she pulled out something and set it next to it. It was a handcrafted candle. “Ooh, what’s that?” Kokichi asked, bouncing on his toes. Angie closed her eyes. “A candle made and imported from my island! It is made of a flower that grows there, a tiare flower.” She said.

Then she grabbed a basket. When Kokichi looked inside he saw a bunch of flowers. They seemed new, so those must be tiare flowers. She motioned towards another one next to her. “Why don’t you grab one Kokichi?” She asked. “Alright, but what do we do? Eat them, burn them or tickle people to death?” He asked with a grin. Angie shook her head. “No no! We spread them around like this.” She said, picking up a few and scattering them across the sand. As she did, a new smell began to fill Kokichi’s nose.

It was a strange aroma but it smelled nice. It smelled like chocolate and honey and a bit of an earthy scent as well as a very nature like smell. It was something he couldn’t quite put into words. The candle flickered in the night, drawing back Kokichi’s attention.

Angie had a different flower in her hair, this one a pink camellia flower. It was placed behind her left ear and matched with her long white hair. Then she held out her hand. “And now we pray, for our relationships long happiness and for Atua’s blessing.” Angie said happily. Kokichi felt odd. He didn’t believe in Atua, yet for some reason he felt worried about Atua rejecting him. Being himself though, he laughed it off. “Alright. Atua, you better bleed us or else my secret organization will find you, wherever you are. And trust me, you do not want to mess with them.” Kokichi said up to the sky with a fake frown. Angie didn’t react to her god being threatened and focused on getting Kokichi to lay down on the sand in a kneeling position.

After a while she nodded and opened her eyes. “Atua says that He will wish for our well-being. He also says that if you or your group try anything-“ her face got dark. “-then there will be punishment.” She finished. Kokichi nodded at the sky, stood up and put his hands behind his head. “You got it Atua! Now can we go? The sand was really itchy!” He complained. Angie nodded. “Of course.” And then together they left, the flowers being blown by the wind into the ocean and the candle blowing out by the same wind.

You know what would kill me? If Gwen and the others who are trying to save Miles ended up finding the big mural he did with all of them that was shown toward the beginning of the movie and they all fully realize how much he missed them. Like, Gwen could already tell with the sketchbook, but to have all of them see themselves in Miles’ artwork that took days, if not months, to complete and then understand how badly they betrayed him after he missed them all so much would absolutely slay me.

Made this to start coping early