#and I was like. considering what to make that had the least amount of ingredients or effort or any conceivable recipe and honest to god

[totopopopo]

The feminine urge to make really bad soup

#no because I had to decided what to feed myself a few nights ago for dinner (because I have a flesh body and that requires sustenance and #therefore I have to fucking keep feeding myself to stay alive :|) #and I was like. considering what to make that had the least amount of ingredients or effort or any conceivable recipe and honest to god #a legitimate thought that came into my head was oh I should just follow ianthe’s soup recipe that’s easy enough #before I was like.god. no. my parents have been gone for less than 5 hours. you can’t already be falling to THAT level #nobody should make ianthe’s soup #so I ended up ordering pizza #but the urge to make soup is still there. I really want soup

[bamsara]

Oooo, for the dialogue prompts "you should have thought about that before you got into a fight" and "I only wanted to help"

I love your works! Your art looks like itd taste like sour patch kids, v nice!! ^^

Sun (Mostly) Centric | Wordcount: 1,147 | AO3 Version

The world has not yet adjusted to the flood of robots merging with day-to-day society.

At least, not in the form they had taken prior. To say that there was some backlash was undercutting it; using arguments of humanity vs machine to its core, despite the clarity that those walking alongside them weren't just AI made to mimic human traits and personality, but sentient beings that develop their own. There's a difference between a chatbot app and your next-door neighbor who just so happens to be made out of metal.

Still, there is progress as much as there are incidents. A recent ruling states that all robots don't need to look human in order to receive the same amount of respect and rights (which is fantastic for all of Fazbear's line up of robots, considering they were animals in nature and all, in all franchises and pizza plexes across the country) but there were...incidents too, some of them making the news.

So when you're out doing some quick shopping for groceries one day and a stranger with a taut face and a sour attitude starts heckling Sun, and that heckling turns to harassment, and thus turns into him reaching for the back of the animatronic's head and pulling at the vulnerable wires there, you clock him.

Hard, actually. Your knuckles hurt like a bitch, but you don't have time to shake the feeling out from your hand because the guy sends one right back and oh, there you go, tumbling in the isle and knocking baking soda and sugar and other cake ingredients off the shelf as the two of you yell profanities and arguments while Sun has a metaphorical loading symbol over his head while he processes the last five seconds.

Now you're both banned from that store. The other guy is too, thankfully. Still sucks though. You didn't get to check out the ingredients for the cake.

"You're a real mess." Sun scolds you, dipping the rag back into the warm water, and bringing it back up to your face. He dabs at the dried blood under your eye, careful not to rub too harshly so as to not irritate the darkening skin beneath it. "Honestly. That could have gone so much worse-"

"Like pulling wires out of your head?" You interrupt. You're not too keen about the bathroom being turned into a lecture hall, and the lid of the toilet seat being your 'time-out' spot as he tends to you. "Yeah, sure. I'll just let the stranger rip out what is essentially your brain cords out of your flat skull and be fine with it."

Sun shoots you a look. The default smile is strained.

"What?" You hiss in the silent pause, and not because of the sting of your eye. "All I'm saying is that this-" A point to your face, "-is preferable than the other outcome."

"Our wires are welded in with steel, so I highly doubt a human could rip them out without some sort of power tool." Sun tuts. "You remember Parts n Service."

He had a point. The machine in Parts n Service did weld his arm back into place at the time, and all the other repairs since then didn't go without some sort of heat tool to make sure everything was properly molded in place. Still, you frown. "It's still fucked up that he did that, though."

"Language."

"We didn't even get the cake mix." A light dab on the eye, you bite your tongue as Sun clears the last of the dried blood from the area. "Shouldn't have banned us. Now we have to go across town to get groceries."

Sun pulls back the rag, stained pink and light brown with old blood, dropping it in the sink to be washed later. "You should have thought about that before getting into a fight."

"I was only trying to help!" You defend, continuing as Sun pulls out the disinfectant in a rather knowing manner. The cut underneath your eye from the guy's ring was about to sting like hell. "And it's not like I was the one who started it!"

He pours a dab of alcohol onto a cotton ball retrieved from the first aid kit, a small puff of white in between large silocone fingers, it's almost comical how he pinches it into place before crouching back down, the cotton ball hovering over your face. "Hush. This is going to sting."

Your mouth thins at the underlying tone of Moon's voice in his scolding, leaning away from the offending ball. "You're such a hypocrite."

A hand comes underneath your chin to hold you in place, thumb pressed into your jawline. "Stop whining."

"How would you feel, huh?" You wrinkle your nose as the disinfectant ball comes closer. "What would you do if someone attacked me like that?"

The cotton ball presses against the cut and you flinch, hard enough that your shoulders hike up and your neck tenses. It stings like hell, searing for a moment before dulling to an aching throb, a hiss in the back of your dry throat.

The Daycare Attendant's thumb keeps in place for a second, then pulls it away, expression unreadable. "The same thing we did the last time someone tried."

You grit your teeth, pressing your lips into a thin line as the stinging starts to fade.

"Though," He continues, pulling the cotton ball away and tossing it into the trash. "While your help is appreciated, It would be very much appreciated if we were to avoid something like that in the future!" He waves his hands, the bright smile returning, and Sun's fingers go behind your ear, pulling back out a colorful bandage. "I think it goes without saying that it makes me very sad to see you all hurt. Not fun at all!"

You blow hot air out of your nose in a huff as he applies the sticky bandage. "Hypocrite."

"There you are! Right as rain, dandy and peachy." Sun pulls back to observe his handiwork, and there's a slight pause. "Well, not quite. You've still got a bit of a shiner. I don't think I have a medicine for that one."

"It makes me look cool." You jest. "I look badass."

The animatronic sighs, heavy and loaded for a robot with no lungs, though his exasperation is evident in his voicebox. "Pulling my wires, our wires, please, you're constantly on them-" He's mumbling, quickly. Still talking even as he cradles your head gently by your jawline, and presses his faceplate to the skin above the black eye. "Afraid that's all I can give."

You wrinkle your nose, smiling. "I think a cake would be great too."

"Thanks to someone-" He starts, rising from a crouched position and taking your hand to help you stand. "It looks like we'll be ordering one from the bakery instead."

#drabbles #writings #fnaf sun #self insert #sun x reader #solar lunacy

[bitterbeanren]

Just a Little Longer

Kamisato Ayato x Reader

Summary: Now that things have quieted down after the winter festival, you feel it’s time to celebrate with a hot pot party. Ayaka has insisted that you invite Ayato personally.

A/N: My gift for @laurequenta

I had a lot of fun writing this! Ayaka and Thoma are such shippers in their own subtle and sometimes less subtle ways.

Happy Holidays!

~*~

After the winter festival concluded, work around the Kamisato estate and your own family’s estate calmed down, and the weather became even colder, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to play another hot pot game. You had gone to the Komore Teahouse to ask Thoma what he thought (as well as play with Taroumaru), and he had happily agreed to participate. You’d just taken off your haori and scarf and hung them when Ayaka arrived as well. After hearing your idea, Ayaka grew excited about having a hot pot party too. Then, she insisted that you need to be the one to let the Head of the Kamisato Clan know about the plan and invite him as well.

You don’t mind. Your families had worked together for generations, your mothers had been close, and you considered him a dear friend. You’d known each other since childhood after all. You had fond memories of walks in the gardens, studying and comparing notes after lessons, of playing together with Ayaka, and of him showing you what he’d learned about sword fighting. You remember going to the Narukami Shrine together for New Years, warming your hands with cups of amazake and checking fortunes. When you think back on those times, you realize that you actually spent a fair amount of time together. A good chunk of your youth was spent at the Kamisato Estate and with the eldest Kamisato sibling. At least that was the case until Ayato took over the position of clan head. He became significantly busier after that.

As the years passed you maintained a good friendship with Ayaka and Thoma, however, you still felt fondest of the eldest Kamisato despite your differing paths.

Even now that you are adults, because you know of his fondness for odd snacks, whenever you see something you think he would enjoy you would get it for him. When you were able to give him the unique treats in person, his gaze would soften and the small smile that appeared on his face felt more… genuine. But when you weren’t able to give them to him yourself, he would send a letter describing the goods almost like a review column belonging in something from the Yae Publishing House. It never fails to make you smile. And when the two of you do get to spend time together, it’s like nothing has changed… provided that the two of you aren’t in public or are alone. When you do see him at events, there’s an air of formality around him that makes him feel more distant.

You much prefer being around him when he doesn’t need to put up a front.

“Master Ayato said he would be taking a walk around Hanamizaka, ___,” Thoma informs with a smile. “He didn’t leave too long ago.”

“Oh, you should go over now and invite him! I don’t believe he has any plans for tonight, so we could meet back here with ingredients in a few hours to have the hot pot party,” Ayaka claps her hands together with a warm expression on her face. “And if he is busy, then we could have one with just the three of us. Would that work for you?”

You look up thoughtfully before giving the younger Kamisato a nod. “I’ll need to send word to my family, but I don’t have any other commitments today.”

“Would you like me to send the message to your estate while you check in with my lord?” Thoma tilts his head to the side cutely.

“That would be much appreciated, Thoma,” you smile politely and wave goodbye before making your way towards Hanamizaka. “I’ll see you two soon. Jya ne!”

As you make your way through the city, you can see your breath come out in puffs. It’s cold— and you can feel the chill through your kimono even though you’re wearing one of your thicker ones. Ayato certainly was bold— most Inazumans avoided being out in this temperature. But perhaps that was why he felt comfortable to walk about— he’d never been fond of crowds, especially after he’d become clan head. It was important to keep up public appearances when part of a noble household, and since Ayaka was well-loved by the people, Ayato could get away with being in the shadows so long as his few appearances were viewed positively.

The street vendors are still manning their stalls even though business is slow, but they were more prepared for the weather than you. They wear scarves and hats as well proper outer layers. Drat— you should have grabbed your scarf at least before leaving the teahouse. You mentally kick yourself and bring your fingertips up to your mouth, attempting to use your breath to warm them. When you next glance up, you see Ayato making his way towards you, an easy smile playing on his lips.

“Ayato!” You beam at him when he stops in front of you, one hand on his hip as he furrows his brows.

“Aren’t you cold, ___?” The man asks, you nod your head sheepishly.

“Ayaka and Thoma told me you were around here, and I forgot to put my layers back on before I went looking for you.”

“When you say it like that, it makes it sound like it’s my fault you’re cold,” Ayato chuckles, taking off his scarf and looping it around your neck. “Honestly… what could be so important that you’d forget? Surely seeing me isn’t worth catching a cold over.”

“We’re going to have a hot pot party tonight,” you explain, subconsciously nuzzling into the warm fabric and laughing with a hint of embarrassment, “since things have quieted down, I thought it’d be nice for all of us to get together again.”

“Ayaka must have insisted you invite me personally. Am I correct?”

“She did. But I would have invited you regardless.”

Ayato’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he leaned in a bit closer. “Truly?”

You roll your eyes. “Have you so little trust in me, Ayato? We’ve been friends since we were kids.”

The Yashiro Commissioner gave you a noncommittal shrug. “It seems like these days I only see you when you’re with Ayaka and Thoma. I suppose I’ve been feeling a bit… neglected.”

“A hot pot party with just the two of us wouldn’t have nearly as much variety,” you shrug in response. “So, would you like to join us? We could get ingredients together.”

Ayato takes a moment to consider his response before letting out a sigh and securing his scarf around your neck. “Let’s find something interesting at least. Where did you find those sea urchin chocolates last time, ___?”

He already knows, of course. He’s the Yashiro Commissioner after all. But still, Ayato asks.

“If I tell you my source, then how will I be able to surprise you anymore?” You joke lightly.

“I’d never refuse a gift from you, even if it was uninteresting.”

“That doesn’t mean you’d like a boring gift.”

“I’d like any gift from you. We’re… childhood friends, after all.”

You place your hands on your hips. “Even so, the fun of finding weird things to put in hotpot comes from using perfectly normal things that don’t belong in hotpot. Ayaka still wins for using cake that one time… I need to think of something incredibly normal but just as upsetting for us to discover.”

The two of you begin to walk towards various stalls together, chatting as you go. “Perhaps… sunsettia?” Ayato offers as an idea.

“In Liyue there is a soup dish that uses sunsettia as the main ingredient,” You reply with a shake of your head. “So… adding sunsettias feels as though I’d be playing off that dish. Oranges, though… that might be fun…”

“Depending on what other ingredients are added, I imagine that the inclusion of orange slices would be quite novel.”

“But see, now that you know I’m considering it, that makes it less fun.”

You don’t notice how Ayato’s expression softens as the two of you continue, still shooting ideas back and forth. Being together feels so natural that you don’t even realize when you’ve taken his arm, purchasing a variety of normal and unique ingredients to bring to the hot pot party. Or maybe you choose not to notice, happy to bask in your closeness. Normally you aren’t this close while in public, but the lack of people on the streets make both of you more comfortable.

You’re childhood friends, after all. Of course it’s natural for the two of you to be close, despite everything. It’s something that both of you remember and remind yourselves whenever you end up standing closer than most would comfortably be. Whenever you find yourselves staring or thinking of the other for a moment too long.

There is no shortage of people vying for Kamisato Ayato’s attention these days. But you were there before. Back when the clan was struggling and the future was uncertain— be it because of foolish, childish innocence or loyalty, you had been and continue to be there for him even if only in the most miniscule of ways.

It begins to snow and Ayato adjusts his scarf on you. It’s cold, you really should have brought your own scarf and haori. But you want to enjoy being like this a little longer— together, chatting and carrying ingredients as you walk down the quiet streets back to the Komore Teahouse. Normally, you wouldn’t get to do this. Ayato had an image to uphold, after all. People would talk, seeing you two acting so familiar… but would either of you really mind, if they did?

He laughs at something sassy that you mutter under your breath, a fond look in his eyes, and you think you’ll be able to handle the cold for a bit longer.

Just a little longer.

#gixrsecretsanta2023 #ayato x reader #genshin impact #kamisato ayato

[raayllum]

One thing I noted watching The Dragon Prince is that the intro splits the same continent in half with the elves/humans so they started with the same amount of magical animals/plants each. There’s still some magical animals the human side but their presence is far, far reduced comparatively so do you think that’s specifically because of dark magic harvesting leading to more “normal” to our eyes species dominating?

I’m fairly surprised there isn’t a visibly established livestock industry’s for magic animals too (that way say your lunar moths can be renewably hatched each year, or a sheep population equivalent kept etc).

You seem very immersed in much of the lore so thought it’d be fun to at least pose as a query.

I think there's a few different things here to consider (that we'll probably never get a definitive answer on) but this is my best guess + what we do know about how dark magic operates:

Both regular animals and magical creatures can be used for dark magic. We know this because we've seen human blood be used in a couple of spells, Claudia puts grasshopper goop in Soren's mouth (2x08), and then later uses the deer in its entirety to undo Soren's paralysis.

That said, it does seem that magical creatures are more potent and preferred for dark magic spells. This makes sense - while you can use the life essence of anyone/anything for dark magic, creatures with magic inside them (any arcanum) are inevitably going to have more to "squeeze out" than a non magical creature would.

With that in mind, I think canon gives us a few answers and subtextual clues.

The most important one is something Viren refers to 2x05 (which has haunted me ever since), in which he cites that, "After centuries of fighting amongst ourselves, the five human kingdoms finally found balance, an era of peace." The Book 2 novelization gives a little more information about this period on conflict, explaining that "The first summit of the Pentarchy had been held centuries ago, and it had brought an end to the Mage Wars and created the modern order of the human kingdoms" (Ch17).

We don't know, of course, if this is precisely the same period of time. Maybe by helping to imprison Aaravos (and presumably disposing of the last king of Katolis), the Orphan Queen likewise helped put an end to the mage wars. Maybe she only came on the scene centuries after the mage wars! Who knows. "Held centuries ago" could mean three, which matches up with the Orphan Queen / Aaravos imprisonment timeline (and no more mister startouch elf preying on mages) or it could go back closer to 700-800 years. We'll just have to wait and see if we ever get more details!

Regardless, the Mage Wars and the fact they were likely fuelled by dark magic, since it was humans fighting amongst themselves, might answer why we see so few (known) magical creatures in the Human Kingdoms other than maybe glow toads: mages went after the most potent magical ingredients during the fighting, and reduced those numbers to virtually nonexistent or extinct.

I would imagine before the Mage Wars / even before Xadia split, maybe, more magical creatures were held and domesticated as livestalk. (Elves certainly do keep some animals as pets, such as Janai's flying hot cat, though I'd expect something like a Moonstrider to maybe have evolved as a sort of hunting companion.) However, humans on the eastern side and elves on the western side were likely forced to abandon any farms / communities they had in regards to animal care when the Exile / Schism happened. Information and resources might've been lost, as animals on one side of the continent were likely different compared to others, although some humans (who already lived in the west) and some elves (who already lived in the east) wouldn't have had to have moved.

That said, I think the simplest and shortest answer is just that there's not a lot of mages within TDP's world. For each group of people, we see a lot more warriors or diplomats than mages and they don't seem to regularly be employed in the military of kingdom we've seen, Sunfire or Pentarchy troops or otherwise. We can also guess that in the Pentarchy due to the specificity of the ingredients needed, sometimes, that Katolis by virtue of being closest to the Border would be primed to have the most dark mages and dark mage traffic / travellers (although I've HC'd that Evenere due to its isolation has a fair bit of lingering magic more than say Del Bar or Duren). But due to the amount of knowledge and ingredients required to seemingly do most dark magic spells, as well as the toll it takes on the body, I think it makes sense that most people wouldn't have the interest, access, or ability to pursue that kind of path when there's plenty of others that are less gruelling / easier

Magic is everywhere, and small pieces of magic (like Ruthari's moon opals) are everywhere, but outside of the specific skillsets of each primal (Moonshadow illusion spells and forgery, maybe cooking, forgery and healing for Sunfire elves) it doesn't seem like magic is something they readily depend on for food or livestock in their day to day lives. And if that's not the case for the majority in Xadia (only used in times of crisis, etc), I can see that need plummeting in the Human Kingdoms simply because it takes a lot more time/energy to maintain than might be necessarily utilized because of the low demand

This was all long winded speculation and hopefully mostly coherent. If you're interested in more deep dive worldbuilding thoughts I'd really recommend some of @kradogsrats stuff as it's great and a lot more eloquent / all encompassing tbh

#worldbuilding #dark magic #headcanons #darkwinganimus #tdp #the dragon prince #requests #analysis series #analysis #it's hard cause something like a banther COULD be a magical creature we just don't Know #and the giant fish clearly is (hi ocean arcanum) #i think the pentarchy has a much more consistent black market for dark magic parts #moving through katolis to the rest but again #more narrow and underground > built into society #tag ramble

[quibbs126]

I just saw you’re doing parent requests, and I might as well throw my hat into the ring! Can you do your interpretation of Cherry Blossom and Cherry Cookies’ parents? I’m curious to see what kind of parents resulted in such different cookies.

I’m finally done with these two; took some time but I got them down

Okay now I just want to talk about them

So Cherry Powder is a fireworks technician. She’s very smart, probably has a chemical engineering degree, but she chose fireworks just because she likes them and wanted to make them. She’s also very outgoing and energetic

Plum Blossom on the other hand is a florist. She��s very chill and serene, and really likes flowers, to the point of hyperfixation. Though some times she’s a bit too chill and goes along with things she probably shouldn’t because everyone’s enjoying themselves, if that makes sense

They met when Cherry Powder was looking for flowers to use in some new fireworks, and she ended up going to Plum Blossom’s shop to look for some and asking her about flowers that could work for her research. Plum Blossom started excitedly explaining about all sorts of flowers and Cherry Powder excitedly listened to her. Basically their relationship started because they both would and liked to listen to the other’s interests

During the drawing process I considered making Plum Blossom an actress, probably in part due to the current update, but I tried to keep her a florist because it was the fact that she was one why the two met and I really liked that

I'm realizing I may have drawn them looking a bit too young, they're probably at least 40. I guess because I don't really know how to draw older characters (although I think for Cherry Powder it might just be that she looks young). Ah well, I guess this could have been when they're younger

Also, while I didn't draw them, I imagine that there's also a grandma on one side (to complete the Red Riding Hood look that Cherry has going on), and Cherry Powder also has a sister that's Cherry Ball's mom. Also I've decided that basically this entire family, at least on the cherry side, is comprised entirely of women. Don't know why but why not

Oh also, I have their concept sketches, with PB's eyes open. I think I forgot that they wouldn't be seen so I had them closed

So anyways, on to design stuff

So Cherry Powder and Plum Blossom are named after their respective objects, with CP being the cherry (also I believe cherry powder is Cherry's Magic Candy ingredient), and PB being the flower part that Cherry Blossom gets her name from and also not cherry. Also I believe that plum blossoms and cherry blossoms look very similar, so there's that

Cherry powder and plum blossoms:

So I had some amount of an idea for their head designs (Cherry Powder far more than Plum Blossom), but I didn't really know what to do for the outfits. That was the implied struggle at the beginning, I was dealing with that all day

I mean, I think by the end what I got wasn't bad, maybe it's just that the struggle makes me not see them that great

So I made only CP have the eyelashes because for the sisters it's supposed to mimic cherries, which PB isn't

I also made Cherry Powder's hair red because most of the images I could find of the stuff turned out red or pink. But the white streak is supposed to reference Cherry's hair color, maybe she gets it from a grandparent. Also it makes CP more unique looking

Plum Blossom's dress is supposed to reference the actual plum blossoms, but I'm not sure how well I did. Her outfit was what I struggled with the most

I also have no clue how to draw bouquets

To be honest, I noticed somewhere through drawing that typically with the official designs, they reference the Cookie's ingredient multiple times within their design. Like for example here, Cherry Blossom's pigtails, front bang, and pink part of her dress all reference cherry blossoms in some way, and for Cherry, she has her big cherry bombs. And as I stated prior, their eyelashes also reference the stems of cherries, as well as gives them a similarity between each other since they're sisters

I bring this up because I feel like I don't do that enough in my own designs, and I need to do that more. I especially don't like giving my characters objects, at least not anymore, because it's a lot of effort to try and figure out how to implement those and draw those accessories as well. That's why I gave Plum Blossom her bouquet, to at least give her something to hold (though they're not plum blossoms, just generic flowers). I suppose that's something I need to work on

But regardless of what I've been saying about how I'm dissatisfied with them, I do really like these two, and honestly I want to draw more of them, like them kissing or hanging out or just them with their kids

I hope you like them too!

#I remember feeling like the lineart brush was too big for them #probably because I need to draw them smaller than normal #bc of the formatting #anyways #cookie run #cookie run oc #cherry blossom cookie #cherry cookie #fan parents #cherry powder cookie #plum blossom cookie #my ocs #my art #requests #answers

[palaceofimperium]

ARCH & SEAMUS #2

“So it has begun?”  Seamus was leaned up against the doorframe to Arch’s lab, a brow raised, with his arms crossed over his chest, causing the shoulders of his finely tailored suit coat to pucker slightly.

Arch looked up from the potion he was in the process of gathering the ingredients for to pin the demon with a stare that would have caused lesser males to wither.  “You’ve heard, I take it?  Do we have a leak in the Palace?”  A dark brown brow of his own rose, letting more light play off of his light blue eyes.  Eyes that remained trained on the stately silver haired demon as he pushed off of the wood frame to saunter into the room more fully.

“Not unless you consider Arioch a leak, dear friend.  He knows I consider those within dear to me, and thought that reinforcements might be needed in the coming days should Damien decide to mount an offensive to get his daughter and her fiance’ back.” A smirk formed on Seamus’ lips as he watched Arch’s eyes roll.

As much as the demon of revenge and the mage played at not liking one another much, Seamus knew the truth that they were friends behind the scenes.  Sometimes subterfuge was required to keep the enemy guessing.  Since Arch believed that they had enemies within the Palace, that meant hiding the truth from all but those he considered closest to him.  He considered himself honored to be amongst those the mage considered a good friend, and therefore knew reality.

“No.  I do appreciate him advising you of the situation.  I assume you have also heard about the visitor who arrived last eve?” Arch now stood erect and turned to make the two of them tea.  “It was the most exciting of days.  I am hoping we have some calm for a stretch, but I fear that is not within the plans of the fates and destiny, old friend.”

“I have heard.  A most unusual circumstance, indeed.”  Seamus replied as he rested one hip against the heavy wooden workbench Arch had previously been working at.  “I have also been advised that the newest immortal in Imperium’s companion is to be avoided, lest I set him aflame.”  He grinned, slightly malevolently.

Arch chuckled, “I’m surprised that Abriella hasn’t gagged him and hog tied him in a closet after his behavior. She often surprises me with the amount of restraint that she possesses.  He is just lucky that he faced her and not Cruz regarding the whole matter I believe.”  Pouring the water over the leaves he had macerated, and leaving them to steep, he turned to face his friend and his expression went from slightly amused to more serious.  “This is where the darkness becomes stronger.  The shadows will become long and the pain within the palace more acute.  I wish I could change it, Seamus, but all I can do is stand back and watch. My frustration is growing, but at least working with Olly and the new human, Amaya, will keep me distracted.”  

“I also heard rumor that the Prince that Ms. Gail had spoken of having been found.” It seemed that things never did slow down in the Palace. Sometimes he wondered how Abriella kept her sanity, but then again she was the Horseman of Death.  Was she truly sane?  There were questions.

Now Arch was surprised.  This was news to him, but then in the last 24 hours both he and Olly had been rather focused on Amaya.  If other things had been transpiring in the Palace or elsewhere, they would not have caught his attention unless someone brought them to him specifically.  “I was unaware of that, but something told me he might show up when she disappeared from Earth.  He appeared in her dreams, after all, and dream walkers cannot enter the dreams of those in Imperium. I wonder how Abriella will handle that.  If he is truly a Prince of another realm, this could get very interesting.  ” 

“Abriella is meeting with him now topside.  I have a feeling they will be returning for the tests to begin shortly.”  Seamus knew that this fulfilled more of what Arch had foreseen, and it seemed to trouble his friend as much as it did him.  The darkening of his friend’s countenance said as much.

“You know what comes next.  What will happen, and what it then leads to.  I cannot stop it, Seamus.  I cannot even warn those it is going to happen to.  I am powerless to intervene lest the Fates take action against me.”  The weight of it all seemed to make the tall mage slump some. He could do nothing but mitigate as much of the damage as he could and protect those who were not involved in what was coming….and what was coming was dark….

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#writeblr #fiction #fantasy #dark fantasy #mythological #original world #mystical #magical #paranormal #supernatural #complex relationships #foreshadowing #prophecy #original story #writerblr #mage #demon #narrative #friendship #royalty #the imperium chronicles #women writers #female writers

[hecateisalesbian]

i was just wondering how grimwalkers worked exactly? I've been around the fandom enough to know that Hunter is one, but is it like a clone type situation? and yes, you do get the title of "official toh person" in my mind!!

Loving how you ask like the one thing I put the least amount of research into 😭

In this shot we can see a recipe or “cookbook” of grimwalkers which can give us a lot of clues.

A galderstone (heart and power)

palistrom wood (keratin)

stonesleeper lungs

selkidomous scales

bones of ORTET

of course there’s little scribbles of words that are also probably important scattered around the page but this is the decipherable part.

The galderstone itself had a whole episode (Through the Looking Glass Ruins if I remember correctly) in which we saw how its power could be used. The Galderstone (in my theory) channels the power from all the other magical items enough to make them work in harmony and create a functioning clone but not enough (either from the weakness of the galderstone or the fact that those items alone don’t possess the same magic as a bile sac) to give a grimwalkers it’s own magic (hence artificial staff for Hunter before he met Flap).

Palistrom Wood has many episodes showing how it’s used and its importance. On the cookbook it’s listed for Keratin. Keratin is what’s makes your hair, nails, and skin. (“Keratin is a protein that helps form hair, nails and your skin's outer layer (epidermis). It helps support your skin, heal wounds and keep your nails and hair healthy. ”) So palistrom wood is like the outer workings of a grimwalker. Giving it a more human/witchy like look instead of a weird jumble of magic ingredients. We’ve seen that palistrom wood functions in magical ways (see string bean) so I wouldn’t be surprised if perhaps it was also the muscle of a grimwalker. What makes it move.

Stonesleeper lungs don’t seem to have any specific use listed. However, in Elsewhere and Elsewhen, we know that the Stonesleeper found in the Titans Skull had been hibernating for a (very) long time. I think the Stonesleeper lungs are what allows grimwalkers to grow in the dirt for years before being used (see For the Future goopy Belos trying to possess a remaining clone which rises from a dirt bed). Selkidomous scales also don’t have a use listed. Selkidomous’s however had two facts revealed about them in Separate Tides. Their puke (?) is extremely rare and high valued, and that they can swim in the boiling sea (most likely one of the only animals able to do so). I doubt the selkidomous’s gold puke would have much use to making a clone, especially considering how the value of it could’ve gone up or down since Belos began creating grimwalkers like 300 ish years ago (also I doubt Belos wrote that cookbook himself so I wouldn’t be surprised if making grimwalkers is a practice hundreds or thousands of years old). So I think their scales are used as a protection of some sort. After all, if they can survive the boiling sea they can survive multiple things on land. I think these might’ve doubled in use for a sort or keratin like usage.

Finally, Bones of ORTET. The word ortet is written in a strange way compared to the rest of the text. But a quick search on the Google Web says this:

So, essentially, “the original of the clone”. What does a human body have a lot of that doesn’t decay quickly? Bones. Over 200 of them. Over two hundred possibilities of grimwalkers over hundreds of years. I’m sure the boiling isles/Belos made lots of discoveries about bones and the true potential of them when making grimwalkers that we don’t know that would make a very easy cloning process but I think these bones would be combined with other bones or perhaps had the DNA/marrow (idk I’m not a doctor I’m using words I’ve seen in greys anatomy for this) sucked (?) out of it and combined with other listed ingredients to make a “test tube baby” from which it could be planted in the ground like a seed and left to grow for years. I don’t know how long or how Belos would explain for the lack of memory in Caleb Clones time in the dirt, but in For the Future the Caleb Clone that rises and then decays looks about the same age as Hunter. Darius also says he knew Hunters predecessor (Darius is 40 ish). So I doubt grimwalkers grow in the dirt any longer than 15 years, and gaps in memory I’m sure are replaced with fake ones by Belos or said to be amnesia from a childhood trauma.

I would dive into the graphic on the left page of the cookbook buts it’s too blurry and vague for me to truly make out a good theory.

There are most likely more ingredients than just those few but I think those are the most important ones. Also, when Flapjack gives his life for hunters (😭), Hunter gains the natural magic ability of regular palistrom wood, much like Belos used the magic from palismen to keep his false magic working and also to keep him from turning into goo. Palistrom woods is definitely a powerful source of magic, if not the most powerful source of magic, second to maybe a Titan.

So yes, a Grimwalker is essentially a clone made from the DNA of something/someone and with other magical ingredients. Though it’s definitely not a perfect cloning device, seeing the multiple variations Belos’s grimwalkers had and Belos saying “you look the most like him.” Anyways that’s my take hope it helps! If you have more questions I will be happy to answer :D

#Long post whoops #toh #the owl house #asks #hunter #toh hunter #grimwalker #caleb wittebane #phillip wittebane #belos

[roosterbox]

October Almost-Drabbles 10/8: Bat and Witch

Pairing: Steddie

Word Count: 582

Additional tags: alternate universe, witches and witchcraft, animal transformation, witch!Steve, bat!Eddie, established secret relationship that’s about to be not so secret

Side note: here, have a combination of two prompts to make up for skipping a day! Eddie would make the cutest bat ever. Also, do I even need to tag for fluff at this point? Y’all know me, you know what I’m about.

———

The little creature perched on Steve’s shoulder seemed quite entranced by the man’s motions as he stirred the cauldron. First clockwise, then counter, then back again. The mixture inside grew darker, and thicker, with each full rotation. Before too long, it was as black as the night itself, with sparkles of celestial light. Or a close enough approximation. Honestly the tiny bat didn’t know for sure. He just liked hearing Steve talk, and watching him work his magic. Literally.

“It’s ready,” the man said, carefully ladling out a small amount and pouring it into a glass vial. He looked at his companion. “Whenever you want to change back, you can.”

The bat shook his head, long curly fur bobbing, and snuggled himself closer. His tiny, leathery wings were surprisingly warm against Steve’s neck.

“Alright, alright,” Steve laughed, and cupped his hand around the little bat. He gently scratched at the downy soft head with his finger, eliciting a contented chirp. “But the kids are gonna be here soon. Probably with a lot of questions. Namely why their favorite DM is currently a bat.”

Eddie drew back a little, eyes wide but somehow still so expressive even as a bat. He chirruped again, though it was more pointed this time.

“You want me to tell them?”

Chirp.

“Everything? Honestly?”

Another chirp, then the bat rubbed his head against Steve’s neck again.

He sighed, and gave Eddie’s head another quick scratch. On one hand, it was probably good to get things out in the open. On the other… ugh. They were good kids, smart kids, and not altogether unused to the realm of the fantastic. Maybe they would take things well.

He looked around their house, at the various ingredients and potions and tinctures he’d had to mix and strain and struggle with before finding the proper recipe for Eddie. At his cauldron, still bubbling merrily away. And, lastly, at the bat that had until recently been his very human boyfriend. Yeah, it was a lot.

“At least let me turn you back so we can talk to them together?”

There was no answer. Eddie was trying his best to feign sleep, though the strong grip of his clawed feet in Steve’s shirt gave him away somewhat. That simple act - pretending to sleep to avoid a more serious conversation - was so adorably Eddie that Steve couldn’t help but smile.

There was a knock at the door. Muffled voices. The first of their little nuggets had arrived. Probably Max and the Sinclairs if he had to guess. Good. Out of all of them, those three would probably take the triple whammy of ‘Steve’s a witch, Eddie’s (currently) a bat, and they’re also dating by the way’ the best. Relatively speaking, that is.

“Coming!” Steve called out. He lifted the cauldron off of the fire and, after briefly considering dumping the rest of the mixture, decided to simply set it aside for now. With the way they’d been dabbling in spells lately, there’s no telling how useful a de-transformation potion might be.

Another knock. Impatient little brats.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep your pants on,” muttered Steve as he reached for the doorknob. There was a squeak of what was probably meant to be encouragement from his shoulder. Steve rolled his eyes, but nudged his head against his at the moment diminutive lover. Then he straightened up, squared his shoulders, and let out a calming breath.

“Here goes nothing,” he said, and opened the door.

#October drabbles #steddie #bat #witch #spells and potions #it was set in a mostly canon time period in my mind #but interpret it however you want #also feel free to speculate how the kids react to… literally everything #lol #my mental image of Eddie’s bat form is 100% inspired by Salmonblurb’s artwork #which is the cutest thing ever

[feroluce]

Some off the cuff 1k of Skirk & Tartaglia (skirtaru???) hcs before 4.2 proves me wildly wrong, they are very much a dynamic in process to be changed as we see more of them and as I think and consider them more, but I wanna see them interact so BAD.

Anyway. Tartaglia is an idiot who develops a crush, or at least something like a crush, on anyone who can give him a good fight. Obviously there are plenty of people who can just kick his ass- he's ranked at the bottom of the Harbingers. But they all suck, and there's no passion when they fight! They don't appreciate it the way Tartaglia does! So it's not a good fight and those assholes don't count!

So I think little Tartaglia was doomed the second he saw a very very pretty lady with a very very sharp sword and she immediately beat the shit out of him. Like she awakened something in him right then and there, unfortunately for the rest of the world haha

And then! Not only could she beat him one handed! But she took the time to teach him! And this! This was exactly what Tartaglia had wanted when he ran away from home with nothing but some food and his sword! He'd wanted an adventure! He'd wanted something new and different and wild!

And he can have that now, with Skirk and the Abyss! So his crush could have instantly dissolved right there, but it didn't, because Skirk was weird and interesting and Tartaglia adored that.

((Wheezing imagining Tartaglia trying to show off because he wants to impress his shifu, and she genuinely is impressed because Tartaglia progressed so fast, but then she pops his teenage boy ego with a pin and he deflates sjzjnskdkz))

He develops such an endless amount of respect and admiration for her. He's so happy and so proud of himself when he masters the Foul Legacy, because this was a goal laid by his shifu and hell yeah, he blew it out of the water!! And I'd like to think this was when Skirk said those words in his profile-

"You shall ever be the eye of the storm,"

"And the clashing of steel shall ever accompany you."

"The pitch-black memory of stepping into uttermost darkness,"

"Shall, at last, become the strength by which you will overturn this world."

-with Tartaglia knelt before her and her sword at his cheek, as though she were knighting him. And Tartaglia realizes then that oh. He likes it here. He likes being in the Abyss. He likes being with Skirk. He likes hunting and killing and surviving here in the Abyss with Skirk. Morepesok is and will always be home, but it was stagnant there. Too much of the same. No room for growth.

But the Abyss is boundless possibility to explore in every direction, and Skirk has never flinched away from him even once. Tartaglia can be as violent and bloodthirsty as he wants; Skirk is worse. She gives zero shits. She loves to fight and hunt and kill and make things bleed. Tartaglia is free to explore and revel in all of his worst inclinations and instincts and that is what the Abyss and Skirk become to him. Freedom.

And then he falls out of the Abyss just as suddenly as he had fallen into it. He didn't even get to say goodbye.

And it's not all bad or anything. Tartaglia isn't miserable. He's plenty capable of making his own happiness. He brings his own joy everywhere he goes (derogatory, unfortunate for everyone else ndkdjdjkd) and he genuinely likes being around other people. He would have missed a lot of things if he'd been permanently trapped.

But now there is an itch that he can't scratch. And it's driving him nuts. And he misses Skirk. She was fun to be around. He liked her.

He finds himself seeing things in everyday life and wishing he could show her. He pulls out ingredients in the kitchen for dinner and wants her to eat his special dish and show off how good he can cook. He reads through reports about the Abyss and he never finds what he's looking for (a swordswoman, an entrance, anything-), but he wants to ask her her opinions about them. He sees a really nice sword and wonders if she would like it. Little things.

Tartaglia decides he's going to find her. Even if it's just for a chance to thank her. Even if it takes years, decades. He just wants to see her again.

And then, it finally happens! They really do get to reunite! I have no idea what will happen in the archon quest of course, but like. I really like the idea that after things settle down, Skirk decides to stay for a while. She doesn't really want to live here or anything, but she's curious. She wants to see what Teyvat is like. She especially wants to see Snezhnaya, like Tartaglia used to talk about. And Tartaglia decides to go with her, he's an experienced traveler, a man of the world after all! He'll take her wherever she'd like to go.

And I'd love for them to say goodbye to The Traveler and Paimon and depart from Fontaine on a classic will-they-won't-they sort of vibe, where it's obvious that Tartaglia has Some Feelings about Skirk, but it's not clear how Skirk really feels about him yet. But it's the kind of thing where it's hopeful, and you want to root for the guy to get his love interest haha.

(The Traveler and Paimon bump into them a few months later and Paimon chides Tartaglia because Childe have you seriously not confessed yet the hell have you been doing all this time, which he responds to with hey, Skirk is a classy lady, give me time to do it right! and meanwhile The Traveler can see around Tartaglia to where Skirk is sitting at their campfire, manspreading on a fallen log, eating raw meat with blood on her face and dripping down her arms BNSKXJSMKDMD)

#genshin impact childe #genshin childe #genshin impact skirk #genshin impact tartaglia #skirtaru #I think I saw some post somewhere on here or twitter that said something rude about how people are going to ship them once Skirk releases #buddy I've been sailing this little ship single-handedly for a while now bold of you to assume I need to wait for canon dkxjdkkfkd #what the fuck do I even call this #i like skirtaru because tbh i never even call Tartaglia by his actual name he's always Taru to me haha #just had to get this all out of me before 4.2 drops and kills all my hcs instantly tomorrow nzksndkd #Skirk and Taru are one of those pairs that like. i think I could love them no matter what. #Romance? LOVE IT. Qpr? WONDERFUL. Found family? HELL YEAH. #tbh I don't have a lot of high hopes that we'll see them interact a ton in canon... #but I at least hope they get a good reunion that isn't just glossed over #they deserve it. taru has been searching for her for years. he's earned it. #I think as long as they care about each other I'll be happy ♡ #I'm so excited to see what Hoyo will do with them!! #genshin impact #tartaglia #skirk

[sunshine-overload]

[BSTS] Main Story S4CH4 ‘The One Without’ - Final

Part 2

Chapter 5 

-rehearsal room-

kasumi: Looks like Team B are going to continue as a team of four until the closing show.

mokuren: Yeah.

kasumi: Since there's guests that know about what happened to Heath last time, as expected a lot of unease is spreading.

zakuro: Although this wound is shallower than having to cancel their performances midway, I still feel a sizeable amount of guilt. If I had not taken Heath to the meeting that day, we may have arrived at a different outcome.

mokuren: ........

kasumi: About that... Why did you even bring Heath to the meeting? They were discussing what to do about Team B's solo performance right?

zakuro: Indeed. I had thought that it was most likely something Mizuki could not decide on his own. However there was no time before the show began, so there was no option to leisurely talk things through with Team B. So then, if Heath, who was the main cause of concern were there himself, I figured the discussion would be quicker. In order to persuade Mizuki, I brought Heath with me.

kasumi: I see...

zakuro: However it was not as though I wished for him to stand on stage despite his illness—

-mokuren grabs zakuro by the collar-

zakuro: Ngh...!

mokuren: Heath collapsed because he was weak. However the one who tempted him into making it happen was you. This is all the result of your pointless ulterior motives. Don't go saying this didn't all play out exactly to your expectations, Zakuro.

kasumi: Mokuren, calm down! Please let go of him!

zakuro: ...It's as you said, I did indeed predict a situation such as this may occur. However, all I did was gather the ingredients. Where does that leave Mizuki who decided to take to the stage regardless?

mokuren: He's just a stupid brat. It's true he's the one that must take responsibility for Team B. But don't go placing all the blame on that kid's shoulders.

zakuro: ...Understood.

-mokuren lets zakuro go-

mokuren: If you try and spew anymore useless excuses from that mouth of yours, I'll make it so you can never open it again.

-mokuren leaves-

kasumi: Zakuro. Regardless of the outcome, one sidedly taking advantage of someone for your own gain is considered 'evil' y’know.

zakuro: —Indeed, so it seems. I'm grateful for everyone's consideration, I shall proceed with caution from now on.

—end

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Chapter 5 extra

-subway-

sotetsu: Yo, Nekome.

nekome: Oh, if it isn't Sotetsu. Are you going to Starless?

sotetsu. Yeah, more or less. You seem to be surprisingly cheerful despite the amount of people that are sniffing around for info on you.

nekome: Woah, that's a bit blunt of you. But well, it can't be helped can it? I'm one popular guy after all. You're quite eager yourself, you don't have a shift today right?

sotetsu: I guess. It's just with Team B and C making a big fuss, I'd be stupid not to move whilst they're acting as a nice distraction.

nekome: Hmm, I don't know what that’s about but you must be up to no good.

sotetsu: My reputation is that bad huh?

nekome: (suddenly serious) Sotetsu.

sotetsu: Hm?

nekome: I'll tell you this as an old friend, don't go looking into Zakuro too much. I doubt there's any dirt on him that would please you. That's just my hunch at least.

sotetsu: Oh? What are you trying to get at there? My goal, or Zakuro's background?

nekome: How would I know when I disappeared? I told you, it's all just a hunch.

sotetsu: Aw, that's no fun.

nekome: It's just, he makes my danger sensor go off, you know what I mean?

sotetsu: Zakuro huh... With his amnesia and the fact he's an acquaintance of Kei, he does seem pretty fishy. Hearing you say that actually makes me want to look into

him more y'know.

nekome: You're as twisted as ever. You should value my warning more.

sotetsu: It's just in my nature.

nekome: Well whatever. If you're going to chase him either way, just prepare yourself for the consequences.

—end

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Chapter 5 SideA

-street, night-

saki: (I couldn't find Mizuki anywhere after B's show tonight, I hope he's ok...)

-saki spots mizuki-

saki: (Just now... Was that Mizuki-san? He went in a different direction than both the station and Starless... I'll follow him and try talk to him.)

-park, night-

saki: Mizuki-san!

mizuki: What?

saki: Woah!? What happened to you, you're injured!

mizuki: This is nothin'. It'll heal in its own.

saki: No way, we need to treat it. You have another show tomorrow, don't you?

mizuki: That doesn't matter.

saki: Yes it does! At least let me clean it.

-time pass-

saki: Here, I wet my handkerchief, I'm going to clean it now.

mizuki: Sigh... Do what you want.

-saki steps closer to wipe his face-

mizuki: Guh... It's so cold!

saki: Please endure it.

-saki steps back-

saki: There, I think the swelling has gone down at little. I'm done now, Mizuki-san.

mizuki: That was so freakin' cold, are you stupid? Even though it's already cold enough tonight.

saki: It was swelling, you couldn't just leave it alone... Did you get into a fight?

mizuki: It wasn't a fight… Not technically at least.

saki: But someone hit you.

mizuki: It's fine, who cares, this has nothing to do with you... Those who complain about every little thing are just weak.

saki: Huh?

mizuki: Those that are weak can't survive. The strong do whatever they want to them and no matter what they say they're made fun of and stolen from. Cause they're weak. That's why, we won't lose.

saki: (Mizuki-san...)

saki: But still, violence is bad. Injuries hurt and I worry about you.

mizuki: Shut up, I didn't lose so it's fine. Don't tell me what to do when you're just a weakling yourself.

-saki shoves the handkerchief back in his face-

mizuki: Ough!?

mizuki: Quit it, I told you that shit's cold! Handkerchief attacks are foul play!

saki: You told me not to tell you what to do.

mizuki: That doesn't mean you can attack me with your handkerchief! Ok fine whatever, you can speak so quit that. Jeez... I should've just run away from you to begin with.

—end

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Chapter 5 SideA extra

-street, earlier that night-

mizuki: ...Hm?

-alleyway-

tout 1: —So? What were you saying about the police again?

salaryman: No um, that’s because what you’re doing is wrong.

tout 2: Oh is that so? But aren't you no better when you won't pay us what you owe?

salaryman: That's, um... Wasn't the price way too high? This is a scam, that price definitely was a scam.

tout 1: Shut it already, just cough up your wallet and smart phone, that'll be quicker.

salaryman: No, as I said, if you're not gong to listen then I'll call the police.

tout 2: Don't do that, that'll cause us issues. You're an adult just settle this yourself.

salaryman: Ah, please stop, please give that back!

-mizuki walks up-

mizuki: —Oi.

tout 1: What?

-mizuki punches him-

tout 1: Guh!

salaryman: (scared) !

tout 2: Who the fuck are you?

-mizuki pushes him aside-

mizuki: Hmph!

-mizuki steps on him-

tout 2: Ggh! Agh!

mizuki: Die! Shithead! Kick the bucket already!

-big punch-

tout 2: Ah.. Ngh...

salaryman: Y-young man, that's enough, stop.

tout 1: You asshole, damn brat!

-punches mizuki-

mizuki: ...Huh? What was that? You call that a punch? I didn't even feel it!

-punches tout back-

mizuki: Damn small fry, that wasn't even entertainin'. Oi, old guy, looks like you got pretty lucky huh.

salaryman: I-I suppose.

mizuki: Your phone's over there somewhere, go get it. Cya, fight for yourself next time.

salaryman: W-wait a moment! You can't be doing stuff like this, it'll get you in trouble.

mizuki: Huh?

salaryman: I'll call the police now, so just wait here.

mizuki: Sigh... And what exactly are the police gonna do?

salaryman: They'll... I mean... We should call them...

mizuki: ...Just get out of here already, before I punch your lights out as well.

salaryman: ! (runs away)

mizuki: (spits) Freakin’ gross.

—end

-

Chapter 5 SideB

-behind starless, night-

sin: .......

zakuro: My my, whatever could you have called me out here for, Sin? What a terrifying expression you have on your features. Is this what you'd call a fiery gaze?

sin: You're such a noisy man. Had you intended to use 'that' as a bargaining chip from the beginning?

zakuro: I'm not so sure about that. What if I were to say it was all just a coincidence? I only informed you of one possibility.

sin: You said it would heal him, didn't you?

zakuro: As expected of you, information finds its way to your ears hellishly fast.

sin: Is it the truth?

zakuro: I'd like to avoid having my tongue pulled out, so I keep in mind not to tell lies. From a legal perspective the truth may have been bent a little, however I'd say that's just how the world works.

sin: You’re really going to continue to feign ignorance?

zakuro: Aren't you lacking the amount of cards needed to reveal the forbidden secret?

sin: ........

sin: Your bad taste isn't new, however... Cease toying with Heath and the young lady.

zakuro: Fu... fufufu.

sin: What are you laughing for?

zakuro: You're just as bad yourself. To say that I'm toying with people, such a thing would require too much flair for a puppet without any stuffing like myself. If we were to weigh our sins on a scale, whose would be heavier between you and I? The one who is the most deceptive is obvious.

sin: .......

zakuro: Fufu, time is precious, so let us use each other as best we can. I shall take my leave now, farewell.

-zakuro leaves-

—end

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Chapter 5 SideB extra

-starless office-

taiga: Oh, you're back. You're looking as sinister as ever.

sin: Taiga. What you gain from robbing a grave is not just treasure.

taiga: Uhh, is that a threat? You're telling me it has nothing to do with me so don't get involved, or something? It's not like I'm trying to get involved, sometimes things just catch your attention.

sin: All prisoners scream their own innocence. Nekome has returned, hasn't your objective already been achieved?

taiga: You said that purposefully didn't you. I want to know why it was that he disappeared. It's true he's back and one of my goals has been fulfilled, but I still don't understand anything.

sin: The light you acquire within the darkness is merely a guidepost that leads to an even deeper darkness. Withdraw now, or you shall lose your chance to.

taiga: Well, I'll do that if it comes to it. Right now I have no reason to withdraw. Cya.

-taiga leaves-

sin: If you kill god then judgement day shall become eternal. It is the act of a fool... Are the boundaries people draw such a fragile thing?

—end

-

Chapter 6

-backstage-

unei: Looks like everyone is here, then I will announce the results of the versus. The winner is... Team B! Congratulations, Mizuki-san!

mizuki: Phew... Naturally.

mokuren: ....... (annoyed)

haseyama: And? The results are all fine and dandy but what are you gonna do now, Team B? Heath is gone so you don't have any songs or a singer. 

mizuki: ....... (frown)

haseyama: Bout time you just threw in the towel and disbanded yeah? I'll interview each of you to decide whether or not to fire you individually.

mizuki: Shut up! Team B ain't disbanding!

-mizuki runs off-

kei: Halt, Mizuki!

haseyama: What, so he ran away? He really is just an immature brat. Well, whatever. The fact that B can't operate anymore hasn't changed. Which means they're officially dissolved.

-lico steps forward-

lico: Please wait a moment. 

haseyama: Excuse me?

saki: (Lico-san?)

haseyama: What is it, you want to start your interview right away do you? I guess in your case you do still have that debt to pay off from when you were a host.

lico: No, that's not what this is about... I'd like to express my gratitude for letting us perform as a group of four.

mokuren: ........

haseyama: Oh, well it's not like it matters anymore right? You got to make one last memory, how nice.

lico: Listen, Owner. We'll do something about the songs, so please don't disband Team B.

haseyama: What nonsense are you spouting? You think a Team B without Heath can make any money?

lico: ...We will, I swear it. We'll still make money, so please.

kei: You desire to prolong B's life?

lico: ...Look I know that I look pathetic right now but, I don't want to leave things unfinished and let us end here. I don't have anyone backing me, so all I can do is lower my head...

-lico bows to haseyama-

lico: Please, give us one more chance!

saki: (Lico-san...)

haseyama: Jeez, what a pain~ Fine, even if you end up being disbanded later it's not like you have any work to do right now. Do whatever you want. However, you never know when I might change my mind, make sure you remember that.

lico: Th...thank you so much!

haseyama: Looks like your debt has gotten even larger, huh? Let's go, Unei.

unei: Y-yes! Excuse us!

-haseyama and unei leave-

lico: (taking deep breaths) ...Thanks for staying here until the end too, Mokuren.

mokuren: Whatever, I didn't do it for your sake.

-mokuren leaves-

kei: We shall depart as well, Saki.

saki: O-ok. Goodbye, Lico.

-kei and saki leave-

lico: ...... (sighs)

—end

-

EX 1

-starless kitchen, table area-

ran: How did it go?

lico: Terribly. Mizuki has no interest whatsoever in having a singer or MC other than Heath.

ran: Sigh... Just what the heck is he thinkin'?

kongou: Well, I do understand how Mizuki feels.

ran: Well ya, even I do y'know? But this and that are completely different stories.

kongou: Ah... You're right.

ran: Hey Lico, how long is pops gonna wait for?

lico: I don't know. He could change his mind and kill us off whenever.

ran: Argh~ When's our next performance?

kongou: Um, if I remember correctly it's in March.

lico: I already told Unei-chan to skip us for that one. Which means... Our next should be in May.

ran: Nice one, Lico! In that case pops has to wait till then too!

kongou: We have about four months then... Finding someone new, having them get used to the team... I'm not sure it's enough time for that.

ran: Right? Plus, we might not only have to fill one spot.

kongou: Huh? What do you mean?

lico: He means that until Heath returns Mizuki probably won't stand on the stage.

ran: Yep.

kongou: What? But this is the team that Mizuki created? 

lico: Don't worry about it, we're just talking in hypotheticals here. But Team B won't be shutting down just yet. If we can't perform our next show, we're out. It's a freaking pain but we just have to do what we can right? Ah~ How dull.

ran: Oh, ya back to ya usual self, Lico~

lico: Shut up, I'm our number 2 I have no choice but to step up. My bad that I have to deal with such a hassle.

ran: I know, I know, I get it!

kongou: We're counting on you, Lico. Let's do our best.

—end

-

EX 2

-outside shrine, evening-

saki: (Without thinking about were I was walking I ended up here...)

-flashback-

heath: —Heath. That's the name that I go by now, Chiaki. 

heath: It's ok though, since I got to see a beautiful colour.

-flashback ends-

saki: (I hope Heath-san is ok...)

-zakuro walks up-

zakuro: My my, if it isn't the little bird of destiny.

saki: Oh, hello Zakuro-san.

zakuro: What a solemn look you have on your face, could it be that you came here searching for Heath?

saki: Even though I know he's in the hospital... My feet just brought me here before I realised it.

zakuro: I see, I see. So this would be what they call a spiritual place for you. When you're feeling down or your chest aches... It's a place that soothes one's restless heart. Is Heath fond of this place too? Maybe because the peaceful atmosphere brings comfort. Are you concerned about Heath's condition?

saki: Yes...

zakuro: Ah, excuse me. Considering your disposition the answer to what question was obvious. I had really thought it to be true though, that he had found his true desire... 

saki: True desire? You think that he wanted to collapse?

zakuro: No, him collapsing was merely the result of it. I tried to imagine it, what it would feel like to live each day not knowing what the next will bring. As if I were like a mayfly, I'm certain I'd want to accomplish as many things as possible. Even if you were to throw away your desires and be put on a life prolonging device, there is still no guarantee you'll live for much longer. Not to mention, we all need money to be able to survive. There may not have been any other options.

saki: .......

zakuro: Even a mere minute or second spent with someone dear to you feels so long. Up upon a stage where he can breathe for as long as he is able to. That is why I had thought Heath managed to achieve his long sought after desire.

saki: And so... Is that why you brought Heath-san along with you to that meeting?

zakuro: Indeed. Although there were unavoidable circumstances, I suppose I just can't help but feel sympathy for those that are suffering from the same illness. 

saki: What?

zakuro: Heath's life or Hari's plans for his future for example. The reasons all vary, but everybody has some sort of time limit. That of course includes myself as well. Every man’s true desire is to achieve what he must do in the finite time that we have on this earth.

saki: (So... What does he mean by that? Is he suffering from the same thing as Heath-san...?)

zakuro: —My apologies, I just remembered that I have a prior arrangement. My little rendezvous with you will have to end here. Please take care on your way home, Saki-sama.

—end

-

EX 3

-break room-

kei: Saki, could I borrow you for a moment.

saki: What is it, Kei-san?

kei: Heath has regained consciousness.

saki: Oh thank goodness! I'm so glad...

kei: However, the fact that he remains in a critical condition has not changed. At present, he isn't allowed out of his hospital room.

saki: I see... But I'm glad that his life isn't in danger anymore.

kei: Heath gave me a message pass on to you. He said, 'I'm sorry that I couldn't stand on the stage and sing until the final show'. That was all.

saki: (Heath-san...)

kei: It's not allowed for the time being, but once we can visit him I'll inform you of which hospital he's being kept at. When that time comes, go and check on him.

saki: Yes, I will. I hope he makes a swift recovery.

kei: Indeed. I hope so too.

—end

#bsts main story #bsts team b #bsts team c #bsts translation

[jewishfalin]

Just One Normal Night Alone Together

Ed Nygma x Oswald Cobblepot

(This is my first fanfic in like 10 years pls be nice to me)

I wrote a domestic riddlebird fanfic about them having a romantic dinner together at home. Loosely based on gotham, but also some other things and just a fan interpretation of the characters and what I want to see. I'm just havin fun and want to see these bitches happy.

I've written them as t4t jewish butch lesbians cuz I am projecting here I'm ngl. I use he/she pronouns for Ed and he/they for Oswald. Anyways, interpret however u will in a respectful way and enjoy.

word count: 2363

It was a lovely friday evening, and maybe the first night in many that The Batman will finally be able to get some rest. Or, at least, a break from the Penguin and the Riddler. Crime is tough business, and even these two need a day off every now and then, and this one is special. It’s their date night.

Ed is in the kitchen cooking dinner for him and Oswald’s evening alone. She smiles and hums along to the cheery tunes coming from her old music tape she has playing in the background, while she focuses on getting just the perfect amount of sweet paprika in a beaker that he uses as a measuring cup. He has her own little cooking space in their home, which is more like a laboratory than a kitchen. She does use it as one from time to time for some of her projects, but of course, he keeps all the equipment used for experiments and such carefully separated from the cooking supplies.

Ed and Oswald have bickered over their difference in cooking styles in the past, and they still do sometimes, but in a more playful manner than before. Eddie likes to have very precise measurements of all of his ingredients when he cooks, as well as and especially when baking. 

Oswald personally finds exact measurements in cooking to be unnecessary, and their mother always told him that the best way to cook is to measure with your heart. Oswald has now come to understand that Eddie does measure with his heart too, it just happens that Ed’s heart is very particular with her spices.

Oswald is upstairs in their room, getting dressed up. He had just gotten done doing their hair and makeup after he had gotten out of a warm bath to soothe his aching. Oswald is aware that it’s their own house and that they’re alone together tonight, and that his lovely spouse would swoon at anything they wore (or didn't wear for that matter), but he still wanted to feel handsome and impress her. 

Eddie had asked Ozzy to stay outside the kitchen, since she wanted the meal to be a surprise, but it is near impossible to keep the fumes of a delicious dish confined to a single room, and familiar smells fill the home. Oswald already has a good guess what Ed is preparing, but they'll still pretend to keep wondering and act surprised when he comes downstairs, so that they can see that precious excited smile on Eddie’s face that he adores so much.

Oswald sits at the edge of his bed as he secures his leg brace, then takes his cane from beside him and stands up, taking a deep breath. They then head out of the room and make their way down the stairs to meet Ed in the dining room. Once Oswald is downstairs, he sets his cane aside nearby and takes a seat at their dining table. He gets there earlier than Ed, but he doesn't mind. 

Ozzy sits there and enjoys the ambiance of the muffled music in the distance and warm fragrance coming from the kitchen. There’s already two sets of silverware, neatly folded napkins, and wine glasses carefully placed at their seats at the table, along with an unopened bottle of red wine, and two unlit candles at the center between them. For a moment, Oswald considers opening the wine early while he waits for his lover, but decides against it, so that they can share the first taste together.

After a few minutes, Eddie could be heard scrambling out from the kitchen and up the stairs, mumbling to themself frantically. Oswald smiled and chuckled quietly to themself in adoration as they heard this and tapped their foot as they waited eagerly for his spouse to come back downstairs. Once Ed was ready, he sprinted downstairs and into the dining room.

“Oswald!” She exclaimed, then stopped to catch her breath. His eyes sparkled as he looked at her spouse who was sitting at the table, smiling at her.

“Well, hello, Eddie-darling!” Said Oswald, fondly. 

Ozzy dressed a bit lighter than usual tonight, but stunning nonetheless. He was dressed in a nice pair of black and violet plaid dress pants, a lavender satin blouse, and a dark robe with soft puffy feathers on it. They had been together for years now, but Eddie still blushed and grinned widely at the site of his beautiful spouse dressed up for an occasion. 

Ed was also dressed up in one of her green suits and a purple tie, that she had borrowed from Oswald years ago and never returned. Oswald doesn’t dare ask for it back anyways, since it looks so damn stunning on Eddie. She’s been growing his hair out too, and it’s been getting wavy and there was something new about the way she styled it tonight. Oswald stared up at her with a dreamy expression and if they were a cartoon, they'd have hearts floating above their head.

Eddie giggled and flapped his arms a little while bouncing on her feet lightly.

“Wow! You look so gorgeous- Well, you always do, but you know!” She told Oswald, with a big grin. 

Oswald smiled and laughed, “Oh, hush, you're the one to talk!” He responded, as he stood up. They hugged each other and shared a gentle kiss. 

“Oh, dinner is ready!” Ed said, “I'll go get that- Don’t go anywhere!” 

He gave Oswald a quick kiss on the forehead before going back to the kitchen to retrieve their meal. Oswald giggled and sat back down with a loving sigh.

Soon enough, Eddie came back with a rolling serving cart that had their covered plates and a fresh loaf of challah wrapped in a beautifully embroidered cloth. He set Oswald’s plate in front of where he was sitting, and then set her own plate at her side of the table, but didn't take a seat yet.

From the window, they could see that the sun hadn't set just yet, but was slowly sinking down towards the horizon. It was time to light candles and say shabbat blessings. 

It’s not all the time that they get a shabbat alone together away from all the chaos in this g-d forsaken city, so on the rare occasions that they do, they like to make the most of it. The traditions they share are one of the few things that keep them grounded and sane (Well, as much as is possible for the two of them, anyway). To feel human and happy, together, at least for just a night, is a blessing to them that they will always cherish.

Eddie lights the candles, and they both wave their hands in front of their closed eyes before saying the blessing over them. After the candle lighting, Ed starts to bounce up and down and dance towards Ozzy as she begins to sing Shalom Eleinu, and she gently lifts a shy Ozzy out of his chair and swings him around. Oswald laughs sheepishly and begins to sing along with him, and together they dance for a minute or so.

Once they’re done, they grin and laugh together happily and Ed goes to uncork the wine and fills one of the glasses. She begins to recite Kiddush and Oswald joins in. Once they have blessed the wine, Eddie takes a sip out of the glass and passes it to Ozzy, who does the same.

The wine is a deliciously rich and acidic pinot noir. Ed’s choice in wine adds more evidence to Oswald’s guess of what she had made for dinner. Eddie may have a habit of being a bit predictable, but Ozzy is charmed by it and tries not to think too much about the fact that tonight's surprise dinner won't be much of a surprise to him, but he’s sure he'll love what Ed has made nonetheless.

Finally, they bless the bread, tear off a piece each, and sit back down to enjoy. The challah is still warm and fluffy and tastes amazing, and Ed’s effort put into his baking definitely shows.

Eddie stares at Oswald eagerly as he removes the cover from his plate to reveal the goulash he had spent hours meticulously cooking. Oswald smiled. His guess was correct.

“Oh, Ed, wow! This looks delicious.” He said.

Ed’s smile widened and he waved her hands in victory. 

“I'm glad you think so! I tried to get it just right, and I feel like last time it could have been better, so I added more paprika, and-” she continued to ramble about her process for another minute while Oswald listened and looked up at her with loving eyes.

“Well anyways- I really hope you like it!” Eddie ended.

“Eddie, please, dear. All your meals turn out absolutely fantastic. Thank you.” Oswald said. 

They both say bracha, and then begin to eat. The meal was delicious and very nostalgic and comforting to Oswald. Of course, it was not the same as his mother’s, but inspired, and had it’s own charm to it. The texture is something new as well, for Eddie’s sake, which Ozzy doesn’t mind. Ed’s love really did show through his cooking in this meal of theirs. She seemed pleased with himself too.

“How is it?” Eddie asks.

Oswald smiles and nods, putting a finger up as they take a moment to finish chewing.

“It's perfect, Ed, thank you. I love it.” He says, happily.

Eddie grins widely and joyfully rocks in her chair. “Oh good, I'm really glad!”

They continue on with their meal, rambling and laughing together. At one point, Ed gets up to put on some music on their record player. After they have finished dinner, Eddie takes their plates back to the kitchen and hurries back with dessert; pumpkin pie, and a fresh mulled wine to go with it.

Eddie explains that he wanted to keep dessert simple and decided on pumpkin pie because it’s the fall, and Ozzy showers her in thanks and compliments, knowing doing so will make her blush.

They spent more time together at the table, having loving banter, and playing guessing games. After dessert, they argued playfully over who was going to clean up, and eventually gave up and decided to work together. Once they've taken their dishes to the kitchen and tidied up, they head to their piano room.

Eddie plays whatever song comes to his mind, and Ozzy sits next to him and sings along, or hums and makes up words along with the tune if he doesn't know the words, or if the song doesn't already have any words to go with it. Ozzy’s improvised singing gets Ed to giggle, and Ozzy laughs too.

After a while, Oswald gets up and hugs Ed from behind, holding her tightly for a long moment and Ed plays a little slower, then eventually stops to soak in the embrace. Ozzy kisses him on the top of her head and runs their fingers through his hair. 

“I love you, Eddie-darling.” Ozzy tells her.

Ed hums and gently takes Oswald’s hand and kisses it.

“I love you too, dear.” Ed responds, fondly. 

Eddie turns around and hugs Oswald tightly, then looks up at them with a warm smile. 

“Would you like to dance with me?” He asks.

Oswald smiles and kisses him.

“I'd love to.”

And so, Eddie takes Oswald's hands as he gets up and they both go to pick a record to listen to. Normally, there would be some bickering between the two of them when picking one out together, but, surprisingly, none tonight. 

Ed fumbled with the record player and eventually the music began to play and she giggled with excitement once it did. They swayed to the music, took each other by the hands, and began dancing together, slowly. It took them a bit to decide who would lead, and they agreed that they'd take turns and switch after each song. 

They spent the next half-hour there, dancing, chatting, and drinking wine. At one point, they stopped to take a break, and in that time, Oswald brought out a joint to smoke. They half-jokingly debated a bit about it breaking shabbat, being that they would have to light it, but ended on deciding it’s probably fine, since Oswald smokes to relieve his chronic pain. Eddie lights it for them, though. He’s supporting his wife, after all. 

Plus, neither of them are that observant anyways, but they like to at least try to be on days like these when they have enough peace to do so. Their happy days. 

They smoke through Oswald’s long cigarette holder that they own simply for the aesthetic, and Eddie has to admit she looks incredibly hot with it. Once they've finished, they hold each other and tell jokes for a few minutes, then decide they want to dance more, so they help each other up and get back to their waltz.

They chat a little more, and then after a while, their dancing gets slower and they become silent, sinking into each other and getting lost in the music.

Tumbala, tumbala, tumbalalaika…

 Ozzy closes his eyes, resting his head on Eddie's chest. Ozzy can feel the vibrations, as she hums along to the song. 

Meydl, meydl, ch'vel bay dir fregen,

Vos kan vaksn, vaksn on regn?

Vos kon brenen un nit oyfhern?

Vos kon benken, veynen on trern?

The riddle in the song reminds Oswald of Ed, and it makes them smile. He can tell Ed likes this part of the song too, with the way he sways more and sings along quietly to himself.

Narisher bkcher, vos darfstu fregn?

A shteyn ken vaksn, vaksn on regn.

Libeh ken brenen un nit oyfhern.

A harts kon benken, veynen on trern.

Now they're both singing along, to the words they know, and humming to the words they don't know. They laugh quietly together and as the song ends, they hold each other tightly and share a gentle, passionate kiss.

They pull away and smile at each other.

“Let's go to bed.” Oswald says.

Ed kisses him on the forehead. 

“Of course, dear.”

#fanfic #riddlebird #nygmobblepot #ed nygma #edward nygma #the riddler #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #penguin #ed nygma x oswald cobblepot #oswald cobblepot x edward nygma #Idk how to tag this but i want to release it into the wild now #batman #dc fanfic #fanfiction #writing #fic writing #aaurughgh OUGH OUGH AARUGUGGHH bites the reader #anyways #Dont tag as g/nderb/nd or i will kill u this is a trans swag zone only #btw there is weed and alcohol in here as a treat jsyk

[liyazaki]

Hello! This is @vegasandhishedgehog

Been meaning to ask for a while, but I am hoping to make a trip to Thailand in about 6 months (April-Mayish) and I wanted to ask for any advice you could give since you did yours! I'd be going on my own, which is a little daunting, but I am considering making part of my trip a guided tour so I won't be entirely lost. I got started working on the language and need to pick it back up 😅 but I really want to be able to communicate/read at least some. Anything you can think of is welcome, and if you know anyone else who might help I'd love to be referred to them as well!

that’s so exciting! solo travel can be intimidating but a blast, too- and in my opinion, Thailand would be a great, pretty safe place to do it. my awesome travel partner @flukenatouch could give her own advice, and my friend @parralex0889- who we got to hang with in both Bangkok and Phuket!- has been to Thailand many times and may be able to give you reccs, too.

we were happily surprised (and very grateful) at how many people knew conversational English, so you should be able to get by just fine with some basic Thai.

another thing that surprised us was how impressed- sometimes even thrilled- people were with the bare-bones Thai we knew, which makes me think that a lot of foreigners don’t learn even basic greetings before going to Thailand. making a point of speaking at least a little Thai (even if it’s just hi, thank you & yes/no) is a small gesture of respect that goes a long way.

I’m not sure which cities you’re planning on going to, but one tour recommendation everyone says is a must, even if you don’t like tours (that we unfortunately just didn’t have time to do) is a cooking tour through Bangkok.

you meet with a chef and your tour group in the early morning hours at a market, and they help you pick out the ingredients you’ll need. the group then cooks a multi-course Thai meal before feasting. it seems like a really awesome way to get immersed in the culture while stuffing your face with authentic Thai cuisine (bonus: you’ll know how to cook it when you get back home).

now, onto my random AF but strongly felt opinions/musts (plus a warning or two):

7-11: aka Convenience Store Heaven

my first 7-11 dinner (of many) that cost maybe $6

if you told me that one of the things I’d miss the most about Thailand is their 7-11’s, I would’ve laughed in your face, but it’s a fact. be prepared to fall in love with- of all things- a convenience store; really, THE convenience store of Thailand. there are so many 7-11’s, some are literally across the street from each other.

here’s why we fell so hard: they all seemed to be open 24/7; they offer delicious, non-frozen Thai meal options for $1-$3 USD (that they’ll offer to heat up for you); they have decent, strong coffee that they prepare for you (no sticky self-service machines here), and they have plenty of non-food essentials, like body care, household items- even incense for the temples or to take home.

the best part- and why you’ll never catch me complaining about the sheer amount of 7-11’s? the selection actually varies from store to store, which kept us coming back. one even had prescription contact lenses for less than $7 USD, which I never saw at any other 7-11 we went to! you never know what you’re going to find- although I guarantee you’ll see sponsored products from the shows we all love in every one!

(sorry boys, but don’t believe Mile and Apo’s adorableness: that kombucha is horrendous & I love kombucha 🤣)

The Almighty Grab App

The Grab app was formerly owned by Uber, and has Uber’s same, basic function: connecting you with local, registered drivers- adding a level of safety/security you won’t get with most taxi services- who will get you from point A to point B for the exact rate listed in the app- no more, no less.

that last part is essential for budget reasons: with Grab, you know you aren’t going to get hit with astronomical “tourist rates”. it also eliminates language barrier stress because your driver will already know where they’re taking you.

all that being said: from 3PM on in Bangkok especially, hopping on the MRT (subway) or BTS (sky train) if you can will be much faster than ordering a Grab. we got stranded one night at our favorite budget shopping mall (Platinum Fashion Mall, my beloved) because the traffic was so bad, Grabs couldn’t get to us for hours!

another aside: unless you’re dead-set on the novelty of it, don’t waste your money on tuk-tuk’s. they’re expensive, slow and the drivers tend to be intense upsellers- some may try to divert you to jewelry stores and other shops where they get a kickback for your purchases. we don’t feel like we missed out on anything by skipping that “classic” experience.

back to my favorite part of Grab: it’s so much more than a taxi app. craving Tom Yum- or pizza, Taco Bell, whatever- at midnight? switch to the Delivery section of the app, order what you want and a Grab driver will have your food to you in less than 30 minutes (typically) for $1-$2 USD. break the zipper on your suitcase and need pliers to fix it (this actually happened to us 😂)? someone will go buy it and drop it off for again, $1-$2 (mind = still blown).

the Grab app also has a grocery delivery section and other features we didn’t have the time or need to check out. it seriously does everything and I don’t know what we would’ve done without it!

one caveat: if you want to use a card with the Grab app (they actually accept cash on arrival for everything, including rides), make sure you have a card that plays nice internationally/with Thai baht.

The Grand Palace + Scammer Avenue

99% of our interactions with locals were positive. the only scammers we ran into were outside The Grand Palace, and dear Lord- they’re pros!

the entrance to The Grand Palace is not the easiest to find, and the road leading to it is filled with people who will try to tell you the temple/grounds are closed for a special Buddhist holiday- some were even in uniforms with official-looking booths. don’t believe it: it’s a ruse to get you to hop on a tuk-tuk, usually to go to one of the kickback stores I mentioned before.

this is the intersection where we got hassled the most. if you find yourself there, get your power walk on, ignore them or tell them no if they’re being aggressive, and you’ll be fine.

The Grand Palace is a stunning feat of architecture, filled with cultural and religious significance- it’s worth it, I promise!

I could go on and on about the things we loved, experienced and what I’d love to do again, but we’d be here all day- plus, I’ve already written out most of it in the 30ish page Google Doc we made to plan the trip, if you’re really interested 🤪

it can be daunting to plan a trip like this, but we were so happy we did the legwork of figuring out what we wanted to do ahead of time. we knew what our priorities were (lots of BL filming locations, Thai massages and good food 😂) and how we’d make them happen, which freed us up mentally to enjoy ourselves and be spontaneous when we felt like it.

if you need more advice or have other questions as you’re planning, send me a message! 💖

#mor answers #maddi tag #thailand trip #bangkok #mileapo #talking about it so much just makes me all the more hellbent on going back asap 😂 #you might catch me there too next spring at this rate

[walnutcookie]

HI QUESTIONS BECUAS IM SILLYAND YOURE SILLY TOO

Whats in each of your silly blorbos wardrobe?? :3

If they all played monopoly, who would win??

WHAT WOULD LANGUES REACTION BE TO . THE HORRORS THAT ROGUEFORT WENT THROUGH?? (sorry I love conceptual questions like this like this I needed t . need.)

Does cappuccino brew his own coffee? If so does he ever offer any coffee to Almond or is Almond too busy for that?

..How would each of them play fnaf 2? :3

How much time does Langue spend per day getting ready for work??

Does Almonds GIANT FUCKING coat ever hold him back?

Has roguefort ever gotten injured badly while scaling rooftops?

How does Walnut view Cappuccino?

brih! cheeseFUCK I'm keeping that

HI . LEM I LOVE YOU LITERALLY SO MUCH /P AUUAUGHBGKBK THANK YOU SO MUCHS <333333

under cut cause i typed a lot for these oopsss. Color coded for an easier read

1a) ALMOND CANONICALLY BUYS 10000 OF THE SAME SHIRT . LIKE HE HAS SPONGEBOB WARDROP SYNDROME HE WEARS THAT STUPID OUTFIT EVERY DAY !!! But also i would like to believe he owns One (1) divorced dad shirt. the button up floral ones

1b) as for walnut,,, i honestly dont know HVXKFBF She may be like her dad ? This one has stumped me </3 i actually do not know

1c) ROGUEFORT . They enjoy designing clothes and costumes so i think theyd have like a section of Normal Clothes, some of which theyve made themself, pretty casual but also somewhat formal (like their civilian outfit), and then theres a section just of costumes. Including their primary phantom thief ("phantom bleu") outfit !

1d) cappuccino. Dear godge. i think his closet doesnt even have clothes in it its just Junk or at least clothes he never wears. All the stuff on his floor is just various styles of shirts and pants and shit and he rummages around and finds whatever smells the Least like cigarettes and wears that. she has a TON of divorced dad shirts (or as she likes to call them Vacation shirts) which i think hed wear often, even just casually, but theres a shit ton of other random clothes. and probably like One Nice Suit thats in a ball in the corner next to his robe

1e) Langue . To be honest i think they just own a variety of clothes in the same color scheme as the suits they and their parents wear. like the red with the cyan accents. they also own a black suit for Fancy occassions and probably a dress for the same reason although they hardly ever wear it

1f) including truffle on here because. :3. She has a wide variety of clothes all custom made by chocolate bonbon !!! they are all fun elaborate dresses in an assortment of colors

2) langue probably. If they didnt win theyd start crying so everyone kind of lets them win/silly But like walnut langue and cappu would all be really competitive. Rogue is just having fun and almond is trying to keep everyone from being too competitive

3) OUUUGHHHHH . It depends on how much they know ,,, if they find out ALL OF IT and how rogue isnt at all who they thought they were theyd be SHOCKED like Oh my god you went through all that and yet you still look like :3??? what the fuck. If not theyd more just be incredibly confused and be like What The shit phantom thief lore runs deep how do they endure all of this

4) I THINK SO . Probably has a coffee maker in his office since he makes so much of it although she doesnt have very fancy stuff ,,,, he kind of just makes sloppy cappuccinos that vary in quality and amount of ingredients every time for Multiple reasons. too busy working, doesnt care at this point to make it properly, too tired, perhaps a combination. hes probably just had a cup of coffee beans in milk before LOLL She much prefers the Good Stuff from coffee shops and orders a bunch at once and then just drinks the nasty ones when she runs out. very used to drinking lukewarm/straight up cold coffee. But i think she would offer it to almond yeah :] dont know how often he would accept considering the,,,, questionable quality

5a) HELPPP THIS IS SUCH A FUN QUESTIOn . For almond i think hed be shaking in his boots the whole time and have a heart attack and die at his first jumpscare. Do not let that paranoid old woman near the keyboard dear godge.

5b) WALNUT WOULD ALSO BE TERRIFIED but stubborn as fuck because she HAS to beat this thing. (she would pretend to not be scared but both her and almond have peed thwir pants /JOK) SHE WOULD ALSO BE SUPER INVESTED IN THE LORE And come up with her own theories

5c) roguefort,,, Honestly im not sure HXBDKFG i think theyd just be really confused rhe whole time and not get the hang of it. Theyre startled by the jumpscares, not exactly terrified, but they cant figure out the patterns and stuff very well

5d) cappuccino is Immune To The Horrors he would just stare at the screen with a blank face and probably fall asleep on the keyboard during night 3. It takes him an incredibly long time to finish but she does it for 8 hours straught and finishes in one day

5e) langue would be Easily startled and get EXTREMELY FRUSTRATED when they fail but theyd be stubborn and do it anyways

5f) bonus truffle again. she wouldnt understand that shes supposed to play the game because shes never played a video game before. also thinks all the scary animatronics are cute and just spends the whole time having someone open the cams for her so she can go "aww!!! what a sweet little bunny! so sweet!" and when they jumpscare her she thinks its a hug

6) taps chin. They get up at 6am (or earlier,) i imagine they spend at least 30 minutes in the shower, then another 30 doing their hair, their parents probably make them breakfast and coffee,,,, soo an hour and a half possibly ?

7) OH ABSOLUTELY. have you SEEN how big that thing is he is a WEAK OLD WOMAN who cant even lift a brick its probably breaking his back. I cannot tell you how many times hes tripped over that thing. it probably gets caught on a bunch of random objects too HVDSLBEKDBF

8) ABSOLUTELY. Theyve totally cut themself on sharp rocks and had a few extra rough falls ,,,, i have this headcanon for a spell that makes you feel the pain of an injury all at once for 12 hours and then after the huge spike of pain youre free until the spell wears off !! Healing magic in my fanon is pretty rare just as to not be overpowered so they use that spell to make it easy to escape and treat the wound later when theyre in a safe place. :] they also have a spell to get bloodstains out of clothing

9)

POINTS . thats her Auntie Cap. cappu likes to give her little gifts every time he sees her like plushies and new detective novels and candy (it is his love language) :] She thinks hes very cool and probably ignores all of his unhealthy habits because cappu isnt around her enough for her to realize how unhealthy he is anyways HBKXB

10) brih! cheese THANK YOU AGAIN SO MUCH AAUUUHHHH GENUINELY THIS mADE ME SO SOSOSOSOOS HAPPYY<333 YPURE THE BEST WAAHH SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

#🎉 asks #🎉 rambles

[wevelocityteampresents-blog]

Inspection Completion

While I was out on Sunday, I kept myself busy with Pokémon Violet.

I wanted to focus on my classes at the academy. But due to the limited amount of screenshots I can take now, I decided to inspect the last few Pokémon Gyms.

My first stop was Alfornada City.

I guess it was a good thing she picked me to inspect these Gyms in her place.

I’m not THAT beautiful.

Why does this seem oddly connected to my life?

After I was finished with all of that, I moved on to the Montenevera Town Gym.

No one except me. (And a few other people...) These “Master” recipes are nice. But I know a few recipes that can provide even better powers.

Who’s she calling a rookie? I’ll bring out my best Pokémon just for this match.

A queen on her stage...

At least she knew what she said was wrong.

Before I scaled the mountain, I went to Area Zero to finish Miraidon’s training.

His Defense was only boosted by a small amount. But it should be good enough for him to stand a chance in battle!

Before I left Area Zero, I found these research papers that managed to catch my attention considering recent events.

Even though the name is blanked out, and the number of characters in it doesn’t match up with its actual name, it’s pretty clear the Pokémon Turo was referring to is supposed to be Terapagos.

A shell made of interlocking hexagonal plates, what seemingly appears to be the properties of all known Pokémon types. Terapagos meets the professor’s description perfectly.

While there is the possibility Terapagos is the main source of Terastallization energy, I’m more intrigued by how early it was mentioned in these games. There’s a lot of mystery surrounding a Pokémon like this, and it was never officially unveiled to the public until a few months after the Scarlet and Violet versions were released as part of an upcoming update. Even though its data isn’t in the games yet, I imagine that if Terapagos were hiding in the files as this series’ super secret Pokémon (in a similar vein to Mew or the mythical Pokémon from the XY series), then it would’ve probably added more value to it. Give it a signature attack and ability that could make it a powerhouse on the battlefield, and you’ve got a highly memorable Pokémon!

In all honesty, I’m surprised Terapagos ISN’T a mythical Pokémon. It would’ve added so much to the lore and could’ve had the same impact as Mew or Jirachi. But considering the troubled development of these newer entries, I guess that wasn’t possible... But it’s still a fun thing to think about!

Alright, back to the blog post.

After I was finished with Miraidon, I went to the Glaseado Gym to fight Grusha.

Glad he got back into boarding.

And he’s also gotten more nicer towards people. A perfect growth in character!

A thunderstorm came later on that day...

For this final part of the inspection, I thought I could have a little fun with it by taking on Grusha with only one Pokémon: Miraidon.

With Miraidon’s stats and abilities, he just might be able to win it. (I’m using this as practice for him.)

You can watch the match in the Paldea Web Stadium.

I think that’s already been established years ago.

You’ve still got your personality. Besides, it’s not like you can stop being a Trainer or choose to focus on one sport for the rest of your life.

And that takes care of that. That tournament is as good as mine! Now I just have to head back to the academy. (...If nothing else gets in my way, that is...)

Of course, I had to reward my Pokémon with some food.

For this dish, I tried using as many spicy ingredients as possible.

And I’ll add a dash of this Spicy Herba Mystica to complete the recipe.

It’s not much. But it’s still a good start when it comes to sandwich recipes!

That should do it for now. Next time, I’ll take on the Academy Ace Tournament and win some more ribbons for my Pokémon.

#pokémon #Pokemon Violet #Braixen #Kalos #Miraidon #Paldea #Legendary Pokemon #Terapagos #Tulip #Ryme #Grusha #screenshots #Nintendo Switch #nintendo #Game Freak #Creatures Inc.

[mishkakagehishka]

Hiho Korka! I've been wanting to request some writing from you for a bit but have been kinda nervous, so here goes something~

Would you be willing to write Natsume with an S/O who can use magic, but is unskilled/clumsy with it, so he has to teach them how to use it? Preferably mostly fluff, but you can take it wherever you'd like~

Thank ya in advance!! <3

Ayy! I'm happy you got over the nervousness, you really don't need to be nervous to request from me :> (in fact, the nerves go both ways - I always feel unworthy of having friends or mutuals reading my stuff

Word count: 1597 Summary: Natsume is always helping his clumsy apprentice when their magic goes awry, but this time might have been the straw that broke the camel's back. And now, he has to help them see that, despite all their mistake, he still believes in them, and he just wants to see them prosper. "KitTEN" count: 1 Notes: Is it too late to mention that I don't know what counts as fluff. Feelings get hurt, but it is quickly resolved - and I hope the resolution is fluffy enough;;; + they/them pronouns used

Being the apprentice of the famed Natsume Sakasaki, idol and fortune teller, was hardly an easy or stress-free life, but it was rewarding, fulfilling. After all, Natsume was known for good reason, and having him as a teacher was possibly the best thing that could happen to a prospective magician. Not to mention the fact that he, being who he was, wasn’t the most open or affectionate of people, so even just being able to catch his eye and being considered worthy of his teaching was a significant achievement one could brag about. But, in this case, it hardly meant much. See, the Apprentice had a natural talent with magic, much like Natsume himself had, but they were… clumsy. They would drop their cards at least thrice before they could even start a tarot reading, and brewing potions was always full of surprises with them – whether they were going to drop ingredients or make a disastrous mistake in measuring was seemingly decided by a coin toss the moment they stepped into the room. Still, he enjoyed teaching them. There was a certain bond between the two. Natsume was even fond of the Apprentice, having a certain amount of patience for them; significantly more than he’d had for others. He was unwilling to give up on them, despite their general clumsiness, and his “lessons” would often end with him correcting their mistakes, but still letting them experience success by giving them the honour of finishing the final step. To motivate them, as he would say.

And, as many times earlier, Natsume was once more overseeing their brewing practise. “Measure carefuLLY,” he warned, not looking up from the magazine he was reading. He was comfortably seated on a chair next to the desk the Apprentice was working at. In that way, he could keep an eye on both them and all they were doing with the many ingredients, chemicals and tools that cluttered the wooden surface without straining his neck too much. The Apprentice nodded, brows furrowed in concentration. Their hands made the smallest movements as they used a pair of tweezers to move a solid, small ingredient from a petri dish to the flask holding their main mixture. Following a moment of silence, Natsume looked up from the magazine, taking a single glance to conclude what they have – and haven’t – done. “You made sure to stir before adding that, RIGHT?” Their hand froze, the tweezers still holding onto the leaf. “Um, oops.” They quickly returned the ingredient back to its dish, before setting the flask down a tad too carelessly. Having made a mistake, nervousness was already setting in. For a moment, he thought to watch them drop and break something again, to fail disastrously, or to just wait until they give up. But, in reality, he couldn’t bear it anymore. He was getting frustrated himself at their penchant for failing spectacularly, but he imagined it couldn’t have been easy for them to deal with, even if he was able to laugh it off. So, in an almost impulsive, he decided he was going to help more directly this time – before they had a chance to completely screw up. Natsume sighed, setting the magazine down on the floor (to not further clutter the desk) before rubbing his temple in (feigned) exasperation. “I guess it can’t be HELPED.” With swift steps, he positioned himself to stand behind his apprentice, who was still spinning around like a headless chicken and trying to find a glass rod. From that position, pressed against their back, he cupped their hands with his own, and began moving them, guiding them.

“I don’t think you need to help me, I got this,” they protested. But it fell on deaf ears, as he merely laughed in response. “You got THIS? That’s not how it looks to ME.” Graciously, he moved their hands to sift through the drawers built into the desk, making them grab the glass stirrer. “Magic isn’t just about knowing the right incantaTIONS. A lot lies in muscle memoRY. You wanted me to teach you, NO? I am merely helping you become a proper magiCIAN.” He used their hands to stir the concoction. With practised movements, he guided them into adding the leaf, waiting for it to dissolve, before swishing the flask around. And so, together, they went through the preparation process. His masterful presence behind them, his whispers of encouragement and guidance tickling their ear, and his hands tenderly, gently, confidently orchestrating their movement.

“Good JOB,” he praised once the potion stood finished on the desk. A sparkling, glowing green liquid, just viscous enough to remind of warm honey. “This is what you’re capable of, your potenTIAL. What you could do without my help, if only you were a little more careFUL.” But the Apprentice didn’t seem to share in his pride. Instead, their eyes were glued to the floor, lips pressed into a thin line. Disappointment. “But I’m not the one who made it. You did most of the work.” “I only assisted YOU. That’s my job as your masTER.”

Natsume couldn’t lie and say he never noticed how their expression would twist into that of dejection – how they’d frown and clench their fists in frustration – every time they messed up. Forgetting the right words, the meaning of a card, the purpose of a tool or ingredient, they were all very human and very normal mistakes. But they always left them sad, disappointed. And he hated seeing the effect it had on them. He had to wonder if it couldn’t be his fault in part; maybe he was being too harsh, not giving nearly enough carrots to offset the stick, maybe he placed too much pressure on them. And he just couldn’t have that. A magician’s job was to make people smile, first and foremost. Most of all, he just didn’t like seeing them so sad.

He leaned towards them, attempting to meet their eyes from below. “Hey, look at ME.” And the Apprentice did as was asked of them. Natsume was left without words for a moment, seeing tears threatening to spill from the corners of their eyes. Their lip trembling, they were moments away from crying. He wasn’t sure what to say, so he stepped back, giving them some space. “Come on, tears don't suit that pretty face of YOURS,” he tried to play it off. “What hapPPENED? Why are you cryING?” “Well,” they inhaled, breath hitching. Natsume couldn’t bear to look at them like that, but he steeled his nerves. “It’s just… you’re always fixing my mistakes, and I wonder if it’s even okay for me to still be your apprentice…” They trailed off. Leaving so much unsaid, but all of it understood. Natsume brought his hand to his chin, as if thinking of a response. They prepared themselves for a scolding, but still, he was silent. A painfully tense ten seconds passed in that silence, before Natsume walked around them, and back to the desk’s drawers. He procured a small cube – about the size of a sugar cube. It didn’t look like anything special, asides from the fact that it was coloured a deep red, there was nothing distinctive about it.

“Give me your hands, kitTEN,” he commanded once he was in front of them again. The Apprentice outstretched their hands, opening their palms as if waiting for an offering. And he gingerly placed the cube in their hold. “Go put it in the poTION.” “What if I mess up?” “Not even you can fail at THIS.” They didn’t look pleased with that. “… I’m just kidDING. Go on, you’ll be oKAY.” He observed them shuffling towards the desk, cube carefully cradled in their hands. They held the flask with one hand, the other trembling as they dropped the cube into the liquid. It bubbled and frothed, and within moments, the sparkly green faded and twisted into a vibrant purple. Though the viscosity appeared to stay the same, the sparkles were only further emphasised, but it was as if the liquid was suddenly carbonated. It had become fizzy, droplets shooting up like fireworks, but falling short of escaping the container. “Isn’t it beautiFUL?” “… It is.” “You shouldn’t think like THAT.” He changed the subject relatively quick. Upon noticing the way his apprentice quirked their brow in confusion, he elaborated, “It’s not that you made mistakes and I fixed THEM. We simply worked togeTHER.” “Yeah, but-“ “No BUTS. You’re my apprenTICE. Of course I will work with you when you experience difficulTIES. How else would you LEARN?”

The Apprentice breathed out, in relief Natsume hoped. “That makes me feel a little better, I guess. Thank you.” “You’re welCOME.” A short pause. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something, but hesitated. He was thinking his words over, looking between the bubbling liquid in the flask and his apprentice, who seemed to be focused on the same. In that focus, they likely wouldn’t even notice if he spoke up. “I guess it’s my fault, too. I don’t praise you as often as I should. My fine apprentice, every day you improve more and more. Just let me stay by your side and help you when you need help…” he whispered, letting his true feelings slip just a little into his words. Despite it feeling so vulnerable, a part of him hoped they heard him. But, if they did, they made no move to acknowledge it. Just an earnest smile, and eyes dry of tears that looked back at him warmly – warmer than they ever had.

#i always feel nervous to post my first attempts at writing characters too;;; eh i hope it's fine #and i do hope it's still fluffy enough! <3 thank you! #ensemble stars #enstars fanfiction #natsume sakasaki #sakasaki natsume #natsume sakasaki x reader #reader insert #my writing

[apparitianhanako]

Sky's Birthday

@here4dragons

"Before you start yelling, this was not my fault.” Wind stated, jutting his chin upward ever so slightly to improve his height- or lack thereof.  

“So, you’re saying that Hyrule did this?” Legend crossed his arms, glancing about at his usually clean and tidy kitchen, currently a complete mess. “I leave the two of you alone for ten minutes, and you wreck the house?” 

“It's only the kitchen! And besides, it’s nothing that can’t be cleaned!” 

“You went to make tea! Tea! The easiest thing on the planet to make! How the heck did you make this big a mess with... is that flour? Where you baking a cake or something?!” He threw his hands in the air before running them through his hair. 

“Sky’s birthday is today.” 

“That’s no exc- wait, it is? I suppose that’s why it’s a mess. But seriously Wind, of all the people,” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “you chose Hyrule to help you with baking? Even after the uh....” he coughed, “’soup’ incident?” 

Wind shrugged, “Warriors and Wild are with Twilight in town, Time and Four are both injured, and it's for Sky’s birthday.” 

“And you didn’t think to ask, I don’t know, Ravio, or myself, even? At least we can bake!” 

“Mr. Hero makes really good cake.” 

From the bedroom Four heard Wind and Legend both scream.

“How long have you been there?!” Wind asked. Ravio shrugged and smiled. 

“You haven’t lived if you haven’t had Mr. Hero’s baking before.” He dusted the excess flour off the countertops and began a thorough clean of the kitchen. “And his cider, if you want anyone to cook, its him! Has he ever baked something for you? Tarts or pies maybe? They’re absolutely exquisite!” He rambled, standing on tip-toes to reach inside the cabinets. “I’m not so bad myself, actually!” 

Ravio set out bags of flour and sugar, vanilla and a large amount of other ingredients. “If you’d like some help, I’d be more than happy to oblige!” He said, grabbing an apron from the wall and tying it about his waist while Legend, heaving a sigh, began searching cabinets and drawers alike to find measuring utensils and a large bowl. 

Wind grinned, grabbing his own apron and messily tying it, just in time for Hyrule to enter, dusting himself off. 

“Wait... won’t Legend burn down the kitchen?” 

In the distance you could hear Legend snort. “I’ll burn down the kitchen?” Ravio nudged him. 

“No, Mr. Hero is actually excellent in the kitchen! I’m surprised he hasn’t cooked for you before, he positively superb!” He squeaked, carefully measuring flour into a large bowl while Legend prepared the oven for use. “What type of cake do you suppose he’d like?” Ravio asked. 

“I’m not sure actually...” Wind said, stopping to consider. 

“Well, that's easy than! In Lorule, the most common- and definitely the most delicious, cake is chocolate. We’ll sometimes top it with powdered sugar, icing sometimes- and this is rarer, someone will make ice cream! It's amazing, it’s like... you’re freezing, like a blizzard, but also like you’re not? Like a frozen sensation in your mouth and then it melts into sweet cream.” 

Wind and Hyrule stared blankly at him while all Legend could do was chuckle. 

“What is ‘chocolate’?” Hyrule asked. Ravio slapped a hand to his chest and gasped, taking a step back. 

“You haven’t had chocolate before?! Does Hyrule not make it?! We can’t have that!” Ravio reached inside his bag- which had somehow been in the kitchen, unnoticed, the entire time, and handed each of the small boys a dark brown square. 

“Oh my goodness, it’s bleeding on me!” Hyrule shrieked.  

“Nonono, it’s melting! It's because your fingers are warm!” 

“It’s good too...” Wind said happily, licking his fingers. Hyrule looked at the substance suspiciously before popping it into his mouth and almost dying on the spot. 

“How... how have I never had this before?! It's like, happiness, but you can eat it!” 

Ravio nodded, satisfied with the boys' reactions. “And that’s just the chocolate itself! You haven’t had the cake yet!” 

“He’s right, it’s amazing. For my birthday a few years ago, he made it for me.” Legend said, “Ravio, could you get some milk and eggs?” 

Ravio hesitated, but ended up accepting the annoying – and frightening, job. Collecting eggs was something none of the heroes (aside from Sky) would do easily, I mean- cuckoos where just terrible, but for Sky, it was worth it. 

“Hey Legend, you never did tell us when your birthday was.” Hyrule pointed out, rinsing his hands. 

“Because I don’t remember, Ravio and I share a birthday. That’s how he remembers.” 

Minutes later Ravio re-entered, the setting the cooled milk bottles on the wood table and handing Legend the basket of eggs. 

“Why’s the milk already cooled... do your cows give you cold milk?” Wind asked. 

“There’s snow outside, and a cooler, and ice. What, do you want your milk straight from the cow?” Legend replied, finishing the cake mixture with the eggs and milk while Ravio prepared a pan. 

“Hyrule, you can pour this in its pan, right?” Legend definitely had dread in his voice, but the three shrugged it off as Hyrule proudly did the only job Legend even considered letting him do, and Ravio and Wind cleaned up the mess.  

Once the cake was safely in the oven, Legend made cider for all of them, sending Wind to get Four, Time and Sky. 

Wind had earlier expressed that he didn’t want Sky to know they were preparing anything until it was ready.  

“Something smells really good! Are you guys baking something?” Sky leaned forward, glancing around the kitchen before Wind jumped in front of him. 

“Nah, I think Ledge just burned something! Y’know, or maybe it’s the cider! Cider smells good!” 

“But... if Ledge burned something it wouldn’t smell goo-” 

“Why don’t we all go outside! The snow is thick and sticky, perfect for a snowball fight... of building snow huts!” Ravio suggested, earning a silent thank-you from Wind. “Mr. Hero and Tune can clean up the mess they made!” He laughs heartily before practically shoving scarves and coats at everyone. 

“I’ll help as well!” Hyrule says, setting down the clothes that had been shoved onto his lap. 

Ravio ushered everyone outside, nodded to Legend, and closed the doors. 

Ravio put himself on guard, making sure nobody entered the house while Legend prepared to decorate the cake. Before long he, Hyrule and Wind began to make icing, Hyrule was ecstatic. 

Legend removed the cake from the oven, the most exquisite aroma filling the house along with a string of curses when Legend burned his fingers. 

Wind and Hyrule almost attacked the cake with icing, but Legend, through a few more curses, prevented them from doing so, assisting in neatly decorating and adding a layer of strawberries on the top. 

While most of the icing ended up in Wind’s stomach, the dessert ended up looking beautiful, and Legend was quite satisfied. 

Wild, Twilight and Warriors returned soon after with supplies, and everyone came in from inside. 

There were many questions about the aroma, Legend’s burnt fingers and Wind excited behavior, but all questions were answered when Ravio went into great detail to explain the process of making a cake and Legend sliced the thing and handed each piece off. 

Nobody could explain Twilight’s upset stomach afterward, but he said it was worth it, and everyone agreed. 

#sky lu #linked universe #lu #lu legend #lu wind #lu hyrule #happy birthday sky! #queued post