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yanderecandystore · 10 months

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I love the yandere monster story, can I make a wish for some yandere monster boy naga who is looking for a mate to carry his eggs and live the rest of his life together forever?

I don't condone yandere shit irl, but if you bang a naga man someday I'll give you a pass and a cookie, you mad lad. Not proofread enough lmao, also sorry but I really don't know how to type s e x.

Tw/Tags: straight up NSFW/+18 scene (written by someone who struggles to imagine sex- So we don't guarantee quality) // not very descriptive genitals, if at all // the usual yandereness + breeding kink; possessive behavior; manipulation; suffocation; implied oviposition but not really cause I'm dumb // you're a literal desert mailman💀 I'm sorry // brief mentions of troubled family life/past trauma // language barrier // self-conscious reader // willing yet slightly scared reader.

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Writing in the sand [Yandere!Male!Naga x AFAB!Messenger!Reader - One shot]

Being a messenger was actually a lot more dangerous than it seemed at first, how many times have you and your camel met with bandits, scammers, difficult terrain, awful weather, people who would tell you the wrong direction for shits and giggles?? MANY times, but did you ever consider quitting and going back to the tea shop of your very judgmental parents or worse- To accept the offer of personal servant to that weird queen from the faraway lands who wouldn't shut up about how much better her kingdom was?? NO!

I mean a little bit. Just a little bit. Occasionally, I mean her kingdom was really pretty, though constant snow sounds like a pain in the ass, and giving up the freedom you currently have for either a strict monarch or your family was NOT something you were planning to do, ever!

The first time you got off the borders to send messages for far away people was the day you truly felt alive for once! The desert itself was your greatest rival and yet you faced it head down after that day- Sure, you were unprepared at first and there's still plenty to learn out there but it was EXCITING!!

You fought (ran away as quickly as you could) many groups trying to get a coin out of your body, or your life! Or your camel!! King Mustard wasn't the same after the "giant scorpion with that group of thieves" incident that happened, the worst part is that it happened twice though the people were different at least. Your personal theory is that the scorpion WAS the same from before, and that it has been following you through your journeys and it probably was looking for revenge!!

You told that story to so many people that now it's hard to go someplace without repeating yourself, it's weird how even though you're never at one place for too long, most people know you! You're, humbly speaking, sort of a big deal in the great drylands- Not known for your bravery but mostly for your constant running mouth and your adapted technique in how to extract cactus juice safely from a cactus with 70% success of no cactus drunkenness! (100% Needle-safe not included).

Stopping in a town was obviously the safest place for you and your camel, but was also probably one of the most rewarding parts of your trips, of course because you always need to have plenty of resources out there in the sand but also because… Well, as much as you loved every second of exploration and travel, you were admittedly a very lonely person.

It's not something you like to tell others, as you have already experienced people doubting your capability of being a messenger if you get so "emotional" over being far away from people ("I told you so!" Yeah, thanks mum.). It was a time you could feel at least safe and… Sometimes welcomed.

But it wasn't always a lonely trip, after all, King Mustard was here! Him with his big personality was always the heart of the party! Everyday was fun with him, even if he couldn't speak to you… However, that doesn't mean you haven't found great comfort in your travels, you probably haven't noticed this yourself yet, but [y/n]...

You are a very dear person.

Every person you've helped along the way in your trips, just by coincidence finding them, and landing them a hand in the hot and harsh reality of the desert thinks of you dearly. You have friends! It's just that you don't see them very often… If at all. The desert has a funny way of getting people closer, people who struggle to survive in its environment, and yet it also drifts them away- The wind blows in every direction separating every small particle of sand, and maybe one day they'll meet again, or maybe not. Cruel was it, with its breathtaking beauty and extremely cold personality for someone so hot and merciless.

You often associate the desert with its forgotten god. You tend to talk about it as a person rather than just an environment of harsh conditions, you always remember to talk to it, hoping it would listen in a way. You were pretty much by yourself out there, but thinking that someone was listening to your travels made you feel safer, perhaps not as tormented as the blazing Sun would leave you to believe. You were being watched, and protected, you just knew it!

The proof of it came from one of the greatest encounters you ever had during your travels.

It was really hot that day, King Mustard seemed really tired and you were melting under the blazing heat- You two needed shelter and fast! And suddenly, as if the gods listened to your prayers!-(But quickly threw you two middle fingers)- An immense sandstorm was approaching!! For someone as cautious as you, you couldn't understand where the hell it came from!! It was so sudden and just- There was no indication of it!! At all!!

You got knocked out, and when you woke up- You were… Somewhere strange, like an underground oasis of sorts, hidden in the desert there was a cave of luscious greenery and drinkable water, it was magical how big the place was!! You thought you had died and went straight to Paradise!!

At least, you thought so when you saw a very large and handsome man staring back at you, smiling gently. He had tanned skin and a REALLY long, almost platinum hair! He looked so gorgeous with his green cat eyes that you almost forgot to breathe!

You asked the man if he was an angel, and he responded to you in a language you didn't understand. You were 100% certain that the man was really an angel and yet when he revealed the lower part of his body your face dropped immediately, terror slightly setting in. He was half snake, half a giant snake at that! His tail seemed endless, those dark scales were so pretty yet so terrifying! The gold markings seemed very regal and holy in nature but the endless darkness almost seemed to eat it all up! Like a demon!

You freaked out at first, but when you looked at his eyes, his gentle face- His expression of concern, those big bright eyes, you noticed he really didn't seem to have any ill intent towards you, perhaps you were misjudging him for something he was not. After breathing in and out, you calmed down, never taking your eyes from him, you felt comforted as you realized this creature was the one who saved you out there! And who saved your camel!! He was still really scared of your snake buddy, but you made sure to soothe him.

Long story short, you became friends with a human-snake guy who seemed genuinely very cool! It's a shame you didn't understand a word he said… You suspect that maybe he speaks in a very ancient language and perhaps this means he was REALLY old!! And yet, he seemed just about your age, and you got to hangout with him during your free time.

Poor thing, he seemed trapped down here (though to be fair, it is a fabulous prison to be in-) and he really wanted to catch up with times! So you made it your duty to help him understand the new world, you have no idea why he is here and how long did he live here separated from the rest of the world, but now that you knew how to get there and how to get out- You made it your mission to teach him everything you knew about the modern world.

And although the language barrier was massive, you two somehow got to learn something very special about each other- He shared with you his name, "Rakaski", and you got to teach him yours.

~"[y/n]"~ His accent was heavy, and yet you felt something flutter inside you whenever you heard him call your name. You remember him repeating your name over and over again as if he wanted to memorize how to say it.

After hearing his name, you made sure to research it, trying to find something that could lead you to know what language he was talking in- But no books nor people seemed to know how to speak it, except for one book you found, a fairytale book that was so old that it was a nightmare trying to understand the vernacular! But it didn't seem like a very "old" old kind of book, it was probably made after the language had changed, there were a lot of words that you didn't recognize.

The book never explained the name's meaning really, but it was always used as a common word- And given the context of the story you read, it seemed to mean either "falling" or "god"? Well, you're not very sure, since the book was confusing as hell, and your interpretation of the story was very mixed- Was it about a desert deity or a man that kept tripping over in the sand?! Seriously, why did it have to be so confusing!?

In the end, you still didn't understand the book and neither did you find out anything about Rakaski's name. At least you know it was older than your home kingdom, which was pretty cool.

Either way, the lack of communication never stopped you from coming down that hidden paradise to talk to your best friend every opportunity you could! King Mustard can be very squeamish whenever you guys try to get down there, he really disliked going there and you assumed it was because he was claustrophobic, which you already knew he was. So, today you'll leave him in the shade and get down by yourself, you don't want to stress the poor thing.

"M-Mustard! King Mustard Junior The Third, stop pushing me around!! You know you're a lot heavier than me! Seriously, this isn't funny!!" Ah, King Mustard, for a camel you're really just a scaredy cat! You push him away gently as you can, he keeps positioning himself in front of the hole you want to jump in.

"Hey stop!! If you don't want to come then fine, but let me get in! Please! I'll be back soon!" The massive animal was starting to get a little too agitated, and you knew better than to try to force your way.

"Mustard, seriously you're starting to scare me, you know I'll be back soon, please let me get down." You don't know if it was the deep magical connection of friendship that made him understand you and realize that he scared you, or if he suddenly felt disinterested in playing with you right now.

Taking by how the camel sassily walked away you're starting to think it was the second option- Of was he genuinely insulted by your stubbornness? Who knows.

"Sigh… You always get like this when we pass by." Though you can't really blame him, you know he still distrusts Rakaski, but come on it's been a year! And Rakaski has never hurt any of you two! Sure, he was a bit intimidating at first but he had a good heart, you just knew that.

Compared to the men back in your hometown? Rakaski was a saint, you were sure of it.

You had slid through the sandy hole and into the luscious underground with ease, you started to call for him, but before you could even yell out "Ra" you saw him not so far away, seemingly very occupied.

"Awn, guess you're decorating! Have I come at a bad time?" You walked to him and joked despite being aware he wouldn't understand you.

The way his face lit up and turned to face you was just so precious, he seemed very excited!

~"[y/n]!! [y/n]!! It's really good to see you again!! I was already worried you would never come."~ He talked just like you, committing the same mistake of talking as if the other would understand- You had no clue what he said, but as he coiled around you and his arms squeezed you oh so dearly you understood exactly what he meant.

"Yeah, yeah- Missed you too-" You never knew how to deal with anything social, period, and being flustered at someone who wasn't even human was not a first but it never got easier. But with him, at least, you feel like you don't need to pretend that you don't feel slightly flustered by his attention. Gods know you're a very easy target for large and very well built men.

After he let you go, you realized he was just building a new nest for him, so you decided to help him as well. It was already pretty much done when you got in, but you felt like he deserved a "fancy" bed so you helped him decorate with flowers and some of the trinkets you bought for him, he just loved human trinkets!

And by the gods, you knew you were currently in Spring, but these flowers?! They were just so damn pretty, it's a real shame that your traveling is mostly done in sand, occasionally though you have to go to the East to deliver important letters and gifts and you just kinda love that place! Every time you go, they're experiencing a different season, and it all changes so much, it's beautiful!!

"Oooh!! Maybe I should bring you flowers from one of the neighboring kingdoms, it'll be a way to show you the world since you can't leave…" You think out loud, and of course, he looks at you a little confused- And yet he repeats the word you said.

"Flowers?" He repeats it as if he didn't understand what you said, yet liked how you said it.

"Yes! Flowers!-" You say pointing to the flowers in his nest and surrounding you two, he quickly understands it, it seems.

~"Oh! Flowers! Oh, that's what it's called to you? Great heaven's, humans are always changing, aren't they?"~ He starts to laugh, you… Sort of don't understand the joke, but perhaps "flowers" just sounds funny to him.

He patted your head as he laughed, as if trying to congratulate you on making him laugh (I mean, getting this man to laugh was a challenge, you bet even without the language barrier).....

Although, it felt more like a "reward" sort of situation… As if he was rewarding you for… Being so entertaining, you suppose! Still, that's probably just all in your head, besides you know well when someone is being condescending to you, you're sure of it! Years inside your family's house has made you a pro in spotting bad apples from far away. I mean, you like to think you do, to be fair Rakaski was a little difficult to read, and sometimes he did things that you probably weren't sure of what they meant.

But then again, he was a very old half snake dude trapped inside a cave somewhere along the rock formations spread all over an unforgiving desert, his social life was probably a lot worse than yours, and who's to say that his antics aren't based on his own culture? Perhaps snake people like to coil around each other to show affection, even if it's really hard to breathe like this.

Things weren't so complicated between you two, however, as you guys have invented a form of simple and more direct communication through pointing to objects and scribbling on paper. You had thought about using sign language, so you learned a couple of words and tried to use with him-

"So- This means that- Hm..?"

But before you could teach him he already was talking to you through hand signs you didn't understand, he was very well adapted and you only knew a few like "hello", "you", "me" and "see you soon"- Which would be the most used one for you two.

"Huh, you always impress me, maybe you should be the one teaching me-" You bowed down, genuinely impressed with what you saw, and he seemed very content with himself as he smugly pretended to wave and throw kisses to a nonexistent audience. His ego was always a bit inflated, wasn't it?

You decided to cut your visit short and return back to King Mustard as you didn't want to leave him waiting for too long. It's funny how neither him nor Rakaski liked each other despite sharing a diva personality. As you waved your goodbye, Rakaski decided to give you one last big hug.

A hug that didn't seem to end at all. His body wrapping around you and leaving you to feel surrounded by darkness. This usually happened so it didn't come as any surprise. You tried to tickle him as that usually worked.

"Come on now, you know I'll be back soon!" You laughed as you tried to provoke him, his belly was so sensitive that you could see him contracting and trying to avoid giggling.

But he didn't let you go. Your attempt only made him restrict you further, the snake body trapping your hands with its weight.

You were well aware of Rakaski's animalistic tendencies, for example he was cold blooded and constantly held you to try to gain some height, like he is doing now.

You know that when he yawns his jaw unhinges and opens so inhumanly wide that you have to close your eyes so you won't have any more nightmares about it.

You know he is nocturnal so he is constantly feeling a little too sleepy whenever you two hangout, as you often come to see him during the day (which was something you did for safety, though you sometimes worry he is having trouble sleeping because of you-).

And you also know that snakes tend to suffocate their prey with their body before eating them whole.

While trying not to judge him as a human eating monster you still feel very, very terrified of the slight chance he might be hungry and has forgotten you're not food. The more you struggle the tighter it gets, and it doesn't help that his skin is so cold, it makes your nerves flare up as you can hear him growling with what you hope is not hunger.

"RAKASKI-!!" You yell, you couldn't help it, you were starting to feel dazed. While closing your eyes you felt his lower body shift and relax, you felt arms hugging you a lot more gently than the suffocating sensation from before. If it wasn't for his lazy eyes and the internal chuckling you can feel in his chest you would say he was actually hungry for you. He was just trying to scare you.

"Sigh, you'll be the death of me- Seriously you scared me to death!" You tried to push him off you, but he basically threw his entire body weight on you as you fell to the ground with your back on the soft yet not very ideally comfortable grass.

"Shhhh~!" He nuzzles on you while hugging your stomach. Normally he would have let you go now after petting your head or pretending to bite your neck just for funsies- But today he is very much not letting you go, at all.

Okay, you really didn't want to address the situation, you weren't planning on ever talking about it of course but- By the gods, you knew better than to assume his playful smile was just his usual silly self.

Oh, who were you kidding, you knew it from the moment you came in and saw the nest he was making, it's not like you haven't noticed his chest rising and falling as if he was struggling to breathe just by talking with you. You wanted to leave because you noticed that perhaps you took the wrong month to visit him.

It was mating season, wasn't it? Why now? Why today?! And why WERE YOU ACTUALLY CONSIDERING IT?!!!

"Okay I think I need to think about this a little more- I mean you're clearly not thinking straight right, I'm not even a snake lady, man!" You try to push him off you as you avoid eye contact, the worst part is that he was fairly attractive for someone's who's lower body was just one huge snake tail.

He wouldn't budge, he only shifted his head to look at your face, even if you were avoiding him you could feel his smirk creeping around the corner of your vision, you wouldn't be surprised if he knew what you also knew.

I mean, it wasn't a secret you liked him was it? You thought you didn't mind him noticing this but this sudden desire just feels like it's happening all too fast and you're worried it might be just a one time thing, that he is acting like this out of instinct not out of actual desire towards you. And well you never really did this before, I mean not with someone like him, at all! But you had experiences with people before.

Bad experiences. The ones that would leave someone worried for years that they're not good enough to anyone. Were you being cautious or were you just being self-conscious? Were you scared of him not liking you when this high of his diminished? Maybe you just weren't sure if this was a good idea.

"I don't know if I'm really ready for this." You confess, looking back at him- Hoping to find your answer.

And he looked back at you with a sad expression, did he understand what you said? Did he understand what you meant at least? He looked so concerned and genuinely "awake" despite his current very urgent instincts. He held your hand and kissed it for reassurance, you didn't notice you were crying until your vision was blurry and your chest was aching.

"Sorry.." You tried to wipe them yourself, you don't know why you're apologizing. Rakaski didn't seem to take it well, he was about to say something before shaking his head vigorously and wiping your tears himself. He came closer to look you in the eyes, stop staring elsewhere, you won't find comfort anywhere else but those eyes.

He decides to come off of you and give you some space despite his initial reluctance, the gentle and almost warm presence of reassurance leaving with him- And before he could give you space you decided to make the first move yourself.

You kissed him, hoping perhaps he would understand the gesture, and he did! He hugged you and kissed you back returning your neediness… Though coming in with a lot more desperation than you thought. Not seconds after forcing his tongue in despite your unisseanes.

I mean, it 's good! He isn't being horrific at it is just that you have underestimated how badly he seemed to want this. And although you're just as interested in this as he is, you're worried you may not hold to the same durability as he has.

Today was the day. Today had to be day, and he wouldn't have it any other way. To wait longer would be torture and you best believe this man was patient. He wasn't expecting you to almost reject him at first of course, oh you almost gave the immortal a heart attack!

He shouldn't have been so pushy, he knows that, but having your soft lips on his was so worth it that he couldn't help himself as he pinned you down again, ah… It's a shame the nest is so far away, this is not a very classy way to do things.

Then again, ripping off your clothes with no regards was probably not very refined either, humans needed a lot more courting than he was aware of- But it was fine! You were doing just great, you were being so good to him, he wishes he could praise you in your own language so you could understand him.

~"You're so lovely for something so fragile, thank you for accepting me- You have no idea how long I've spent being trapped here knowing damn well there's not a single other like me out there."~ He would praise you in his own tongue in frantic breaths while kissing your neck and nibbling in your ear, while his lower body made sure to lock you in place, you were a little scared, weren't you?

~"I'm genuinely sorry for having to put you in this position but I can't take it anymore- But I know you want this as well, I know you do!"~ He usually was very talkative, but there was something in his voice that sounded shaky, desperate, and his hands were too confused on where and what to grab that you noticed he seemed just as inexperienced as you were.

Well, at least you thought so before he spread your legs and started to rock back and forth in your lower region- It's not exactly that he is inexperienced, but he is very much off his mind right now- His movements aren't uncertain, they're just frantic for any release. Not that he won't tend to you as well, he just really needs this right now. But you'll understand, you always do. You always treat him so well, despite the monster he has become.

~"It'll hurt, and I'm not sure if it's only a little. I promise to make it worth it later to you."~

You were struggling to keep up with his weird and off putting rhythm- He was just so ready for this, it's been on his mind ever since he found you unconscious inside his natural prison, but he knew better than to be selfish to someone he'll have to share a nest with.

~"It'll be great don't worry, I'll make sure you'll be well taken care of. It'll be incredible, my treasure."~

You shivered when he went from humping your lower region to undressing kissing it almost as passionately as he did your mouth- He should probably move a little slower considering he changes activities way too quickly but hey it felt better than the awkward dry humping.

It wasn't bad, but it lacked a bit of finesse- Not like his careful and calculated attention to your privates right now-

"Humans need a lot more work than I remember, but does that mean we can make it last longer? Would you want that, treasure? [y/n]?" Rakaski was playing with it almost as if he never looked at something like a naked human before, but it was a lie- He was absolutely just trying to tease you with every poke and flick.

He ran his finger down slowly before reaching an opening and pulling it inside, at least one to feel you inside. It's lovely that you arch your back to the littlest of things, and although he doesn't understand your words, moans are hardly hard to misinterpret.

"Slower then? I guess I was being too unprepared, I'll be honest that it's more fun than I expected. If this is the work I have to do every time then I'll gladly accept." Human courting was fascinating to him, though now he understands why, he can't just expect you to take it all in with a little help- And helping someone never tasted so sweet.

You were feeling embarrassed by his stare as he licked you out and further tried to spread you- Trying to ease the inevitable soreness that would come but damn, did he have to look at you like that?! It made you feel a little dirty, a little too embarrassed to entertain his idea, for someone who seemed so eager to shove it in without any foreplay he was really taking his time now!

You grabbed his hair carefully, you didn't really notice what you were doing and to be honest you weren't sure how to continue with this but Rakaski looked at you in awe… His smugness was replaced with a look of pure adoration- His pupils wide and round as he expects you to guide him.

It gave you a bit more confidence knowing he trusted you to hold his head and sort of help him find the right pacing.

You don't remember for how long it went, you just remember that it ended with you on top of him, going at your own pace. He held your hips not stopping you to go as fast or as slow as you wanted but rather because he felt very uncomfortable NOT holding every centimeter of you. He needed to grab into something and your sweet flesh was exactly that.

You woke up in his nest, feeling a little disoriented, memories of what happened a little foggy, but you were sure it wasn't a dream considering the soreness in your thighs- It was hard moving.

You sighed, feeling weirdly satisfied- Well, that's not the right word, more like… Well, genuinely happy.

You tried around, and you saw Rakaski curled up into a ball, sleeping so peacefully and yet with that little mischievous smirk in his face you just knew he was dreaming about it.

You turned your body to face him, deciding to close your eyes and sleep a little more.

Until you remembered you left your camel outside.

"HOLY GODS, KING MUSTARD!!" You jumped up, trying to run as quickly as you could towards the entrance- But you couldn't even leave the nest when Rakaski wrapped his tail on you and pulled you closer.

"WAIT! It 's my camel!! I forgot I left him-"

"Stay." He said in a very half awake voice.

"You can talk…?"

"Stay." Rakaski wrapped himself around you, as he buried his face in your neck. You weren't sure if he was understanding what you said, or if he only understood the meaning of that one word.

"Rakaski, I'm just going to check on him, I'll be back soon, I promise-" You pushed his chest away. You shouldn't have done that.

Rakaski tightened his grip around your body.

"Stay. [y/n]. You're not supposed to walk so soon. Stay still, no mother should walk so early after mating…" He still sounds so sleepy, so innocent, but his half opened gaze was not… friendly.

"Rak- AH!-" Tighter, and tighter, and more tighter. He knows damn well that whenever you get to that camel you're leaving him for gods know how long, but as he stated before, soon to be mothers shouldn't walk around in the dead of night especially since he knows humans don't deal well with the coldness of the desert during this hour.

It's better to stay here and let him take care of you while you're now waiting for his kids, even if you aren't aware of it. He isn't sure how long hybrids take to be born, but he wasn't to be there for you every step of the way.

"Shhhh…. Go back to sleep, stop struggling, it is not good for you…" He kissed you goodnight as he suffocated you back to sleep.

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#yandere naga #yandere monster #choco stuff #special delivery request #yandere naga x reader #yandere male #yandere monster x reader #yandere oneshot #Jesus Christ this must have SO MANY mistakes I'm so sorry #I'll iron it out real soon tho #also THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY MONSTER STUFF I LOVE YOU JSGDGJQSGJQSFQ

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#avatar the last airbender #atla polls #atla poll #zuko #sokka #aang #toph #katara

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No Country for Young Humans - Chapter 9:

Hi everyone!

Here is an actual LONG chapter for you. I have a feeling you guys will like this one :3333 ! Sorry for this chapter taking a while, hopefully the previous little nugget of lore could tide you over for the time being!

Thanks so much for the kind comments! Love you all.

NOTE FOR READING: A Parodia is a type of Cactus Flower!

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Words: 3283

Tags: GN Reader, Angst, (I don't wanna give the rest away)

Summary: Out on a bet, ready to capture your own beloved Sheriff, things get off track, and an encounter with a dangerous foe leaves more than just scars.

Chapter 9 - The Encounter: Undertale Yellow OST: 038 - Sandstorm Approaching + 069 - Getting The Thoughts Out

The whirling winds spin around you, the barrier between sky and sand breaking in the passionate dance of battle. You felt Moray right behind you, saw the shine of their rapier in the corner of your eye.

Something launched your way, the eager panging of a rubber bullet piercing through the air.

You quickly dodged it, manoeuvring on the small path you had been led to, pulling Moray aside with you as the two of you huffed out in frustration.

“Shit, he’s gotta be just down there-” They said before dashing forward on the thin path, rapier in hand and ready to strike.

The ground beneath you was frail, the thin path sloping off into steep cliffs on either side. North Star had led you up here, figurative tail between his legs as he ran from you and Moray’s keen approach. No wonder he brought you here, you’d have to navigate this terrain pretty carefully if you wanted to keep up.

“C’mon!” Moray yelled out over the swirling sound of the wind. Hesitantly you walked forward, quickly finding your footing amongst the stone and sand before confidently shifting into a dash, quickly meeting Moray’s pace.

You were too drunk prior to know that your bet with North Star would be a bad idea. Too hazy from the buzz of the alcohol to think such a thing through.

“You couldn’t catch a bandit if you tried!” Moray had fired out towards Star, you remember it clearly despite the drunken panging in your head. North Star had sat, offended, across the bar as you jokingly backed up Moray’s claim, “I bet if you tried to catch a bandit, they’d catch you!” You remember teasing, your face flushed.

And that’s when he had challenged you to that very thing. To hunt him down as if *you* yourself were the very Sheriff of the Wild East. With Moray as your feisty deputy, you agreed, setting off much later in the afternoon, slightly sober yet all the more groggy, to catch your beloved prey. And of course, he led you up here; the mountainous cliffs of the Dune’s upper terrain.

By the time you had caught up to Moray, a strange sight came into view. The cliff’s path split two ways, continuing on ahead you could see a row of square-shaped mechanisms.

“What are those things-?” You asked out into the thick air. It carried you worried tone over to Moray who quickly responded,

“Boulder dispensers.” Ah, of course. “Star’s gotta be ‘round here.” They continued, before directing their gaze down the other of the two paths. “I’ll go down here, you check behind the machines. Call out if you need me.” And with that, Moray left, eagerly darting away with such elegance, you almost couldn’t tell that it was only mere hours ago that they were more smashed than you were.

Now all was quiet except for the warm hum of the machines, which seemed to be off for there were no boulders being dispensed. You reached for your revolver, your precious gift from your adored prey. You were gonna catch this bandit fair and square!

Narrowing your eyes, focusing your gaze, you began the slow walk past the behind of each machine. Checking the space behind the first one, you were met with nothing but a lone cactus, choked out by the desert sands which clutched at its base. Poor thing. Moving to the second one; nothing. Third; nothing. Things weren’t looking good. You only had one machine left at this point, and you could seldom hear a sound. Maybe he wasn’t around here after all.

Checking behind the final machine, you are once again met with the quiet emptiness that subdued the air of these cliffs. Nothing! Though, this last machine has a letter stapled to the back;

“Built to order by Hotland Mechanics. Signature of Ownership: North Star.” Of course- of course your Sheriff, enthralled by all things invigorating, would have custom “Boulder Dispensers” commissioned for The Wild East. Looking closer at the machine, they sure looked expensive. And there were four of them too. Seems you have an expensive taste.

You shifted on your feet, retreating back the way you came. Seems North Star has escaped your clutches once again. That slippery bastard! He really was the Sheriff for a reason! The ground crunched beneath your feet, the hot air making your head spin, a wild concoction of drunken stupors and heat stroke mingling in your head to produce the most mind numbing headaches.

Wait- No. This was no headache.

Reaching a hand to your head, you felt a cold liquid brush your fingertips. Looking down at your hand, red and wet. Something had hit you!

Panicked, you looked around, shifting on your feet every which way. A blur flashed before your eyes before you once again felt a sharp pain, this time on your shoulder. You cried out, the stinging feeling bursting with an unbearable warmth, the blood soaking down the sleeve of your shirt, making the needy fabric cling to your skin.

You had to get out of here, lest this pursuer get the best of you. Turning to make your escape, the blur of a figure manages its way into view, blocking your only path of retreat. Looking at them from afar, they are far larger than any monster you had seen thus far. Sturdy, a wide chest, a face with draconic features covered with a metal helmet and matching suit of armour. A Royal Guard.

The monster wielded a large sword, almost machete-like in appearance. It was sharp enough to cut through you with a brief slice.

As you contemplated their appearance, the monster failed to move or utter a word. Only gripping at their sword before they barrelled out into a charge, racing at you with uncharacteristic speed. You quickly shifted to your right, leaping in between two of the machines. The monster overshot, giving you time to dash behind them and try to escape.

You bolted out of the gap, trying to make it to the crossroads where Moray had left you; call for their help. As you neared the end of the path, you heard a crash just beside you. The monster, far more agile than they appeared, had leapt atop the machine. They had the upper ground now. But without warning they shot down from their height, brandishing their weapon at your skull.

As the beast charged down, you felt the whole world slow. Was this what death felt like?

You were wounded, wearing nothing but the flimsy clothes that The Feisty Five have gifted you with. You had no means of defence. No shield. Only a means of attack, something you weren’t willing to do.

Suddenly, you feel a tight grasp around your waist, before being tugged harshly to the left, the ringing sound of a bullet shifting you to your senses immediately. You’re safe. Safe yet tied up in the fibrous clutches of a rope, your hero at your side none other than your beloved Sheriff.

“Get behind me.” He almost yells out, and you do as he says, too wounded to fight back atop such tricky ground. You saw as Star's eyes narrowed on his target as he wielded attacks that phased through reality. A monster's characteristic use of magic didn’t abide by the laws known to cripple the surface’s realm. The piercing attack of a magic bullet could penetrate any armour, and so North Star sent reams of bullets the Royal Guards way.

In response, the guard, expression hidden by their helmet, darted forward, sword aimed to slash instead of stab. One wrong move and North Star would be knocked off of his balance, sent tumbling down the cliff, or slashed to dust before your eyes.

Breathlessly you watched as he darted away, trying to struggle out of the rope to be able to provide some sort of aid. Your hands clutched at the ropes sides, tugging and pulling at it before you eventually had to give in and cut it. The rope fell to the floor, laying limp.

“Ah, Shit!” You heard him yell out, turning quickly and grabbing for your gun. He was injured, a deep gash across his torso that leaked dust out of every crevasse. Crumpled on the floor looking up at his enemy. The beast had its back turned to you, only now, its head was exposed, its helmet lolling on the floor beside Star.. As they loomed over him, you felt your panic set in.

Before you could rush over to intervene, another bang of the revolver shot out, causing the world to go quiet.

You stood in your place, paralysed by the sight before you. Right through his head. Right where his brain would be- He-

The Royal Guard toppled to the floor, and Star quickly shifted away to avoid being squashed. Crying out in pain as he did, the both of you deeply wounded.

Rushing over to him, you felt the panic well into thick rivulets of tears, rushing down your face faster than you could run. Reaching him, you got down on your knees beside him.

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” It was getting harder to see, your tears making a kaleidoscope of the world around you. North Star’s face distorted, yet from this parodic view of the world, he had no wounds. Blinking out the tears you held him in your arms, “Fuck, I’m so sorry. Star, I- You didn’t-”

“It was a pleasure, darlin’.” He smiled up at you through the pain, “I’ll be just fine as long as you can get me back home.” He managed out.

“Guys!” You heard the cheery voice yell out before shrieks of panic were felt behind you. Moray came dashing over, “Oh- oh my god.”

Before they could even ask what happened, you jumped into action, slinking an arm beneath North Star’s knees, and another behind his back. Trying to shift up from you kneel, you carried him, before Moray leaned in to help.

“Fuck, you’re injured, you can’t carry him!” Yet you persisted, letting Moray hold him by the legs as your arms shifted under his shoulders, his head resting on your chest.

The both of you made quick work of getting down the cliff, though the journey was littered with your sobs and tears. It was embarrassing, as Moray only held a terrified expression, and Star seemed to only be in pain. Yet here you were with the lesser wounds, crying out as if you had been pulled limb from limb.

“Don’t cry, deputy.” You heard him mumble up to you. Moray’s eyes lit up at the title. He had never called you that in front of the others- “It’ll be okay! Our doctor is the… the be-” He was fading, his eyes faltering.

“Oh fuck.” Moray mumbled as you both quickened your pace. The Wild East gaining in your view.

“Stay awake Star, c’mon, please.” You said to him, trying to pull at whatever energy he had left in him, “Star, I can’t do this without you please, just a little longer.” You plead through sobs, feeling your head also grow light as you bled out of your own wounds.

You eventually entered the town square, the townsfolk that stood by all turned in shock from the sight of their Sheriff so deeply wounded. You ignored their barrage of questions, rushing Star into the hospital instead.

“Doctor! We need an actual doctor!” Moray yelled out, helping you shift North Star onto one of the beds.

The sight reeled in your head, of him splayed out on the bed, a heaved expression as he tried to fight a smile for you. You felt yourself fading, being met with the delicious pain of the floor against your temple, then all went dark.

Deja vu trickled over your senses as your eyes shifted open. The familiar breeze breathing its life through the open doorway composed the atmosphere of your resting place. The sheets beneath you were rough, yet they were clean. You shifted up from the bed, gaining your bearings as your head reeled in pain, your vision blurring with every turn of your head.

“You’re up.” The sound of his voice made your heart skip a beat. He was alive- Thank god he was alive.

Turning to him, you recognised where you were, the hospital. Having been here only once prior, when you first entered the Wild East. North Star was laying in the very bed you left him in, his torso bare except for the thick bandages that wrapped tightly around his stomach.

“Star- '' You called out before getting up hastily, fighting through the blurs of vision to rush over to him and take him in your arms, being careful not to hug too hard; he had already hurt himself enough for you. “I was so worried- I thought you had died- I just, fuck. I’m so sorry.” You pulled away from the hug, looking him in the eyes as you spoke. Even after everything, he still wore his hat. Relentless.

He managed to prop himself up against the headboard of the bed, shifting his grimace into a grin; “It’s all right sweets. As long as you’re okay.” You hated hearing that. That he was willing to put his own life on the line for your own. You sat down in the bed, feeling its springs creak beneath your weight. North Star’s life was infinitely more valuable than your own. In terms of the world you now dwelled in, you’d be far more valuable dead. Far more useful.

“Please don’t do that again.” His gaze shifted away from you as you spoke, looking out into the space, contemplating nothing at all.

“You know I will.” He replied in a flat, breathless tone. Nodding, you clasped your hands in your lap, feeling the pain in your shoulder where the blade of the Royal Guard had slashed you. Fuck! The Royal Guard- They were- “I can’t say I’ve ever killed a Royal Guard before. Can’t say I’ve killed anyone before.” His tone faltered, his expression scrunched. He couldn’t help but turn away from you, and you felt the pain in his expression leak into the surrounding air. His pain becomes your own.

You leant into him, placing a tender hand on his cheek, “You saved me. I won’t say you had to do what you did but if you didn’t- well, then we’d both be dead.” You shifted closer to him, bringing your legs onto the bed to sit beside him, bare shoulder to bandaged shoulder.

North Star nodded to himself, clasping his own hands in his lap. The silence that fell between the two of you was solemn, contemplative. North Star was no killer, for killing wasn’t just. Yet, you saw that Royal Guard topple in front of you, laying limp like a doll, gaping wound in their head. You felt him tense beside you; his shoulders shifted as his arms folded in on himself. You couldn’t help but reach your hand out to hold his, squeezing slightly as his fingers accepted your embrace.

The brisk breeze carried with it the shrill sound of the outdoors, bringing in with it an uplifting sense of safety. You had survived, North Star had survived, yet the tense sob which broke out into the quiet air shattered any sense of comfort you once held.

He was turned away from you, yet you could hear through the slight sniffles that the tears had begun.

“Star,” You reached over to him, poising your hand gently on his face as you turned him your way. He brandished far less tears than you had, but to your credit, you thought the love of your life was about to die.

“I killed someone.” His voice broke, rippling with sorrow. He placed his hand on top of yours, leaning his face into your touch, “And I don’t regret it.” He shook his head slightly, your hand feeling the movement on the sensitive skin of your palm. It was too painful to look at him this way, yet having nearly lost him earlier, you took every chance to get a glimpse of him. He looked up at you, eyes clouded with tears, yet he wore a smile, a hopeful smile. “I swore to myself that I’d keep you safe, no matter who got in my way.” As he blinked more tears rolled out, creating streams down the side of his face; waterfalls.

Your other hand shifted, and now you cupped his face in your hands, loving how real he felt. He was here, not a figment of your hazy mind, still drunk off of painkillers and alcohol. “Yer brave enough to handle yourself, I know that. But, I want to be there for you.” His gaze pierces into your own. He meant it.

You wanted to reassure him, tell him you’d always be there for him. That what he had done for you was more than enough. That you loved him, that you live for him. But the words wouldn’t come out, lest you risk another sob. Your hands trembled against the side of his face, before pulling him close to yours, your lips pressing against his in an effort to show what could not be said.

His lips were uncharacteristically soft, and against yours felt like heaven. Like the sweet relief of a cool breeze on a warm day, the warm scent of the Parodia’s rolling in the wind. At first he seemed taken aback by the sudden display of affection, and you felt him tense under your lips before his mouth accepted your own. The kiss was tender, soft, delicate unlike the battle earlier that day. And yet it was brief, over the next second as you pulled away from him, looking down with a flushed face. His own teal-ridden features looking up at your own in shock.

You shifted your hands off of him, giving him the space to process what had just happened. Frankly you needed the space yourself. This was it. You had given it all away with little subtlety to your name.

“St-stay with me. Please?” You heard him mumble under his breath, his voice sounding different.

“I’ll stay here as long as you need.” You breathed out, relieved.

“Right here.” He replied quietly, almost possessively, grabbing a needy hand to your arm.

He laid down on his back, and you slipped under the covers beside him. You turned on your side, as his arm wrapped over your shoulder, pulling you close to him. You leant your pounding head against his bare chest, wrapping an arm around him.

The warm air simmered throughout the hospital, leaving you both in a daze, sleep knocking at the back of your eyelids. As you felt Star hold you tight, you could hear his heart pounding. You drank in the moment, letting the sweet syrup of the kiss linger on your lips as his body, so close to yours, tethered you to this realm. It wasn’t long before you felt his breathing steady, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath your head.

“I love you, Star.” You whispered to him, knowing he couldn’t hear you. And then you too, drifted off into a quiet slumber.

***

“Chujin Ketsukane… He had a wife, didn’t he?”

“I believe so, lived in the Dunes, around the Wild East.”

“Ah yes, Ceroba. Can’t believe she would do something like this.”

“Head into the Wild East first thing tomorrow. Bring your weapons.”

“Will you be accompanying us, Undyne?”

“Of course. I want to be the one to catch her in her filthy game.”

#undertale #undertale yellow #uty #north star #starlo #north star uty #starlo uty #north star undertale yellow #starlo undertale yellow #uty north star #uty starlo #undertale yellow north star #undertale yellow starlo #fanfiction #north star x reader #starlo x reader #north star uty x reader #starlo uty x reader #no country for young humans

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koalas-koalas-everywhere · 5 months

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The importance of community in One Piece, or Why it's all about food.

How villages in the East Blue, the first place we meet, the cradle of five out of the Straw Hats (yes, Sanji, too, shut it) and Luffy's specifically, are all close knit communities where people take care of each other.

How we're introduced to Luffy without a family, but not left to his own devices. How Makino feeds him and lets him hang out at her bar. How he can just walk up to the fishmonger and demand food. How the surly mayor gets down on his knees and offers the bandits money to save Luffy's life. How they all keep tabs of Luffy's bounty and celebrate it, knowing it was his dream. Even though he stopped living with them when he was six.*

How Zoro was raised in the dojo, as far as we know. How he forfeited his life in pursuit of his dream and so he was alone, unmoored, as he chased Mihawk, until he found the Straw Hats.

How the people of Orange Town refuse to abandon anyone, even a dog, who they enter a pirate-invaded village regularly for, so they can feed him. How the thought of Buggy destroying their history drives the mayor to go on a suicide mission just to make it stop. How, when he takes a while to get back to their refuge, the rest of the villagers storm the town, uncaring of the same pirates. How they chase the Straw Hats out when they think they hurt their mayor (well. When they found out they hurt the mayor), and how Luffy laughs all the way to the port because it shows that they're good people who love each other.

How the people of Syrup Village rankle against Usopp's cry-wolf tendencies, but literally shape their day around it, and some even admit that they find it funny. How they all grouped together to defend one of their own when he's accused of being a murderer (even if they're wrong about Klahadore). How Ussop, whose first instinct is to run and whose knees won't stop shaking even when he chooses to do otherwise, risks his life for their safety, then his reputation for their peace of mind.

How Nami, since she was little, has been living for her village, even though they've cut her off. How they only did that so she'd feel free to leave them, even though it would mean they'd always be hostage to Arlong. How, upon finding out that Nami had been tricked, they all decide enough is enough and they'll fight the Fish-men for what they did to her.

How Franky helped his family, previously on the dumps and seemingly destined to become the dregs of society, turn their lives around just by giving them a place where they could all be together, and became the kind of criminal that could take care of Water 7. How Sanji and Robin and Chopper were all told to go to sea so they could find people to call their own.

How they take this to the Grand Line. How the Straw Hats don't ever really steal, because people are often eager to help them. How the villages change into kingdoms, and yet the common theme is that people care for each other. How kingdoms will choose peace over the safety of armies because it means no one gets left behind – left without medical care, or without water, or turned into toys to fall through the gaps of society.

No one can survive alone, especially in a place as dangerous as the Grand Line. It's why so many of the Straw Hats' adventures begin with someone feeding Luffy – taking them into the fold, taking care of them like they would their own. It's why, polemic as the scene was, Luffy was so furious when he thought Zoro had attacked the people of Cactus Island, who'd been kind and welcomed them even though they were strangers, wanderers, the kind of attitude which keeps the world turning.

It's why the villains are always so surprised when the Straw Hats show up to battle with hordes of allies. They think they'll only really have to deal with Luffy. They think a man is an island, that bonds of fellowship don't mean anything, that they can kill and abuse people, their subjects, and the rest of them will just take it, not care because they, at least, survived. (It's why people turning against their subordinates always sets Luffy off – yes, there's loyalty, that's your people, but more than that, they'd give their lives for you, how dare take without giving back?) Alternatively, they think the Straw Hats don't have any stakes in the fight – as if feeding someone isn't giving them life. As if it isn't letting them into the fold, making their troubles your troubles and vice versa.

*It's one of the reasons I kinda resisted first Ace and then Dadan tbh. The vibes, man.

#One Piece #Monkey D. Luffy #straw hats #am I metaing yet?#one piece spoilers #for like everything

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prosperity-post · 2 months

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Now these pictures excite me for the set. A giant rattlesnake and tumbleweed trees! Hell, yeah. I like the Bandit up there too, but is he a horned lizard or a cactus? Either way I'm here for it.

#mtg #magic the gathering #outlaws of thunder junction #magiccon #preview panel #fantasy card game #wotc #wizards of the coast

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beanifred · 3 months

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Chapter 2: Bless'd Be the Lies that Bind

@dollarstrilogyevent Prompts: LIES and BONDS

“The way back to town is only 70 miles…”

Just like that, eh, Blondie? Just like that, after months of trusting your aim and choice of towns. Trusting your timing. What did trusting a lying whoreson like you get me? Should I laugh, or CRY, or scream at God again? No…I’m not wasting a DROP of my sweat for you. Not now…

Tuco walked until a little after sunset. The “way back to town” was actually SIXTY FOUR MILES, you gringo bastard! Well. To a DIFFERENT town.

He did not run, but walked with purpose. Once the moon rose and the temperatures fell, he would be able to rest. He knew which shadows he needed to chase, and walked until…

…There. A Saguaro. THANK YOU, TIO!!!!

His Uncle Hector taught him long ago how to survive in the desert.

That big, spiky cactus was your best friend, but you might have to run off a few other animals to claim it; sometimes even coyotes. Tuco was lucky; only a little Owl.

I’ll find you a nice mouse if you let me borrow a few things tonight!

It did not take long to cut the three strands of braided rope with the prickly, rough spines, but it felt like an eternity. The red marks around his wrists throbbed as the blood came rushing back into his hands, but his thirst was greater, still.

Luckiest-Cursed Bastard Alive, Tuco Ramirez! I am cursed with surviving.

This Saguaro still has its fruit. He bites off a piece and ever so slowly lets it dissolve under his tongue. Again he does this, and again, until he feels enough vitality return to try to find food.

The desert beetles come out at night; they’re bitter, but he swallows them without gagging. The owl returns, having found a bat, and devours it in three quick gulps.

I envy your ability to do that, little friend. My stomach would turn inside out, and that I cannot afford.

Tuco puts the rest of the cactus fruit into his pocket. The sun will be up soon, and he HAS to make it back to town. Alive.

Cursed with Surviving. He owes me money.

Suddenly Tuco realizes that the noose is still around his neck. He pulls it off to throw it as far away as he can, but he stops and looks to see. The uneven “cut.”

You punished me for your own failings, Blondie. You punished me, just like Pablo did.

Pablo didn’t like that Uncle Hector taught him things. Pablo tried to teach him to read, but the letters just ran away from the page. Tuco thinks in pictures.

Tio understood that! Tio knew that I wasn’t dim witted.

Hector taught Tuco how to change the weight of dice, and how to swap the regular ones with the quickest motion of his hands. He quizzed him on which possible card combinations he could be holding when they played five card draw.

Hector showed him how to kill a rich man’s chickens or pigs with poison that would not harm the meat for human consumption. Then, if a poor boy came begging, the “bad meat” would be quickly handed over EVER so generously.

Hector guided him to always be alert for opportunity, because the Land was fickle and the Governments miserly with the likes of them. Clay fields didn’t drain, or crops died without water, and their own animals died or were taken.

“Farmers scrape and bow and grovel to the majordomo for the water supply and to the local government, whoever happens to be in charge that month. Then, one army requisition officer says ‘we need your grain for this cause,’ and another says ‘for that one,’ and then the bandits take what the army leaves behind!” That’s what Tio helped me to see. While Pablo wanted me to read almanacs and holy books and supply catalogs.

And then, that night. Was I 12? I couldn’t even shave yet.

Another full moon. He’d been so EXCITED at the prospect of helping Tio Hector with a bigger “enterprise.” But it was Pablo that came running towards the appointed waiting place, grasped him by the shoulders, and told him that he was in danger. He needed to run.

And I did. Into the desert. But I CAME BACK. And when I came back, Hector was gone and Pablo had joined the church. I KNOW he gave Tio up to the law, and left me to care for our parents. To order from catalog pages whose words ran away from me.

One foot in front of the other. Tuco Benedicto Pacifico Juan Maria Ramirez walks. One foot in front of the other, knowing that he is not far from the town.

It was hot, but it had been hotter in that jail. He suddenly remembers a time, when they lit the beds on fire to get out. Tuco laughed, and felt genuinely happy for a moment remembering that other clever sonofabitch…

What was his name? Dakota? Cheyenne? Maybe I should have followed him out farther West.

West. The sun was on its way West now. But there. There was a BRIDGE, and a bridge means people and usually leads to a town with a mercantile or sutler's store. Tuco picks up his pace now and begins to run. He swears he can almost smell the water.

Words ran, and Pablo ran and Blondie left me there to die. I hope you enjoyed your head start, you bastard! You left me alive, and I warned you what would happen if you did!

#tuco ramirez #pablo ramirez #blondie #dollarstrilogyevent #dollarsfandomevent #the good the bad and the ugly

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bucket-of-amethyst · 2 years

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because a bunch of people are sharing their alternative to Bandit!Tango, here's the scenario i had in my head since the end of DL and i was even considering writing it,, Farm Mechanic! Tango

My idea was Jimmy noticing his gunpowder farm needs a boost in efficiency, while trying to upgrade it himself he has an ugly accident with some creepers that end up badly destroying his farm and injuring some of the cats he used to herd the mobs. After that he is very shaken, specially about putting his animals in danger when they tried to protect him, but he can't just abandon the gunpowder business.

Not wanting to risk something like that happening again, Jimmy decides make a farm that doesn't use cats. But a farm without cats only means he's gonna need redstone. And he doesn't know how to use redstone.

At some point Jimmy about his struggles with Sausage, who then mentions that a while ago some guy that seemed pretty knowledgeable about redstone and farms had spent a few days in Sanctuary (since Sanctuary is just one of those places a lot of travelers and refugees pass by). Sausage offers to send one of his parrots to deliver a message to this guy asking if he would be willing to do a farm job.

And that's how mechanic Tango and Sheriff Jimmy meet! Tango arrives in Tumble Town and they instantly click. Shenanigans and fluff ensue as they work together to gather materials (u know Jimmy hasn't a single redstone dust to his name) to build one of Tangos over the top mega powered farms.

Some other moments i have in my head I wanted to mention:

- Tango first asking if Jimmy wanted to keep the herding cats designs and Jimmy being very against it but not explain further. Many days later Tango find out why when he stumbles on the Sheriff taking care of his injured kitties [insert here tango being very supportive and assuring it the accident wasn't jimmy's fault] The cats recover quickly after with now two people taking care of them.

- When the farm is done it has too modes: the normal AFK one where they die by fire or something, and one where the creepers are transported up to the afk spot to be killed by a looting sword for quick extra drops. When testing the creeper transport one, Jimmy sees that mass of creepers approaching him and panics for a moment bc it reminded him of the accident. Tango calms him down. (an arc about how the sheriff acquired a fear of creepers and tango helps him face his fears perhaps maybe?)

- There is DEFINITELY some high quality prankage involving Ravengers to get back at Joel for disrespecting the Sheriff

- After everything with the creeper farm is sorted, it feels like it would be time to say goodbye. But they keep making excuses having ideas for other farms like- hey they could sell rockets made from their gunpowder! Tango knows a good sugar cane farm! That leads to them wanting to make exploding fireworks to use with crossbows, they would need a lot of dye for that... Sure Scott won't mind if they make a small cactus farm right? So they need to smelt that cactus, time to build a super smelter! What's a good fuel? Blaze rods? Coal from a wither skelly farm? Both? One thing leads to the other, they kiss at some point, Tango ends up never really leaving Tumblr Town , he is home now after all

#team rancher #tangotek #solidarity jimmy #jimmy solidarity #empires #bucket of ramble #O THIS TURNED OUT LOMG #qlskkdkdke

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lookslikethatsallthetimewehave · 7 months

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Can you make a list of all known/implied deaths in Poptropica? Just curious.

I'm not a perfect person... so I might be missing some 😅

Islands

Nabooti Island:

Those two ghosts

Astro-Knights Island:

Binary Bard most definitely killed some people, being a space tyrant and all!

Mordred mentions his mom at one point, who's probably dead.

Counterfeit Island:

Black Widow probably killed some people, cause thief

Skullduggery Island:

Captain Crawfish probably killed some people, cause pirate.

Also Governor Ridley, and you see his gravestone.

Steamworks Island:

Captain Ziggs

Wild West Island:

Mustachio probably killed some people, cause bandit. Among his other crimes.

Ghost Story Island:

I mean... it's Ghost Story Island...

Aside from the known ghosts in the island, this Pee-wee Herman looking guy's uncle is dead.

Vampire's Curse Island:

Count Bram and Annabelle

Also his cat too I guess...

Cactus Von Garlic killed some vampires during his career.

Some people...

Super Villain Island:

An unknown amount of people who went into the villain’s dreams and never came back... thanks Zeus.

Survival Island:

Actually, there's no evidence that MVB started hunting humans before Max McGullicutty. But we can assume :) For obvious reasons.

Arabian Nights Island:

An unknown amount of people who were killed by Scheherazade in order to find the genie lamp. Although it was undone by the end. (Yay?)

Mission Atlantis Island:

The Atlantis alien

PoptropiCon Island:

Omegon is dead? I guess XD

Although he reappears in Wild Safari, so they patched him up!

Mini-games/islands

Haunted House:

These people who died from strange reasons, and the ghost cat.

Some of these monsters are dead, or undead.

Spook Central:

There are some ghosts that Dreadnaught catches.

Dr. Hare's Revenge:

RIP Carotenoid the Rabbot, who was killed by Dr. Hare for not being sinister enough.

Poptropica Comic

Balloon Animal Island:

Jorge pops some poor babies :(

Poptropica Graphic Novels

Mystery of the Map:

Thorlak got blown up by that cat!

The Lost Expedition:

Lieutenant Rogers got killed by that polar bear.

The H.M.S. Terror crew died in real life.

The Secret Society:

Octavian killed some people...

although it was (presumably) undone by the Protectors.

Also erased the ancient Egyptians, and Spencer Albright went with them.

The End of Time:

Those Pompeii people died, including Paulla.

Mya's mom died from an unspoken sickness.

Poptropica Books

Astro-Knights Island:

Simon and Alice's parents are completely MIA (although Alice does mention her father was a thief). They're forced to work as servants in the castle to survive...

Cryptids Island:

Harold Mews' mentions his father, who is most likely dead.

If you have any more, I'll add it to the list :D

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mushlandsandbeyond · 9 months

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Go Home, Kid

A young Maristela is saved by a stranger. [Warning: Descriptions of violence and injury.]

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The young wizard could see nothing but red sand kicked up all around him. Each particle formed to block the moonlight from Maristela, who lifted his kerchief over his nose and mouth. He was alone, except he was surrounded by a group of bandits who were trying to steal whatever was in his bag. But he, the great Maristela Aphros, had a plan!

... Or so he thought he did.

See, Maristela is around thirteen years of age as of this story. Leaving his home without his uncle's permission was something freeing and rebellious! He slipped out of New Calicle Way earlier that night, the sea breeze feeling refreshing as he took a boat to mainland Echino Mesa. The wizard, however, made a few wrong turns and strayed far from the river on which Echino Mesa's towns were built near, and ended up surrounded by a group of strange and unfamiliar adults who wanted nothing more but food, money, and things to sell.

"Give it up," The leader stepped forward amongst the sand and dust. They were a big, burly man who covered their face in a kerchief similar to his, but on it was a symbol of the Bandits Association on it. Anyone would've known where they came from with a symbol like that- Red background, black, jagged stalags-or-stalactites. It was a sign of danger.

To Maristela, though, this was a challenge. The young wizard grinned behind his cover and squared his shoulders as his stance widened. "Ya dunno who yer messin' with, bandit scum," He pointed at the leader and spat on the ground, "I'm Maristela, daughter of Julietta and Ridley Aphros, and I will bring ye down!"

The wizard's fingertip started to spark, the pure power of the sun radiating from within him. The leader took a small step back, in case his power was something to be messed with, but with the stature of this kid, he was curious if it would lead to anything. His goons, now visible with the light, stopped kicking up the sand and stepped back as soon as they heard the name Aphros.

A bolt of light shot right between the eyes of the leader, who fell backwards and onto the ground, his head slowly being crowned with a halo of red. Maristela was amazed as he drew his hand back- He did that! However, like the laws of motion, there was an equal and opposite reaction to this; Angry yells from his henchmen were heard as they started to lunge forward at the kid, who slipped out from underneath the taller people. Maristela was in a lot of trouble now- They drew their guns from their holsters and ran closer to get a better aim at the kid, which really helped with the new adrenaline rush that Maristela felt as he bolted and accidentally lifted himself in the air when he tried to speed boost himself forward.

Bullets fired past the whizzing wizard who barely made it- A bullet grazed his left shoulder while he was still in the air, stinging him before he covered it with his kerchief. Maristela landed on the sand and hard terracotta with a pained grunt as the moon was blocked out now by the group of bandits' heads. The kid hissed as his shirt and bandana soaked in a new colour from the injury.

"Time's up, Aphros scum," The skinniest one said. "Think of this as, eeh, payment from yer great grandpappy all those years ago."

Before they could draw their guns again and point it at the young wizard's head, hoofbeats and three gunshots from the left cracked at the lackeys, two of them hitting and felling the bandits and one as a warning shot. Maristela scrambled away, unsure if this was another competing bandit or a savior, so he whispered a spell which cloaked him in invisibility for a minute. The kid shut his eyes and crouched behind a cactus, covering his ears. The sounds of muffled screaming were all that could be heard before it went dead silent.

'That was quick,' Maristela thought. He figured he wasn't invisible anymore, so he opened his eyes and turned his head to see the scene before yelping. Instead of seeing the actual scene, he saw the stranger, clad in a basic outfit and cloaked with green and a strange eye. Maristela fell back on his ass from surprise.

"Ow!" His hand went back to covering his wound, which made the stranger bend down and crouch, face riddled with concern. Maristela, not wanting the man to touch him, scooted back and away from both the cactus and his savior. "G-git away! I ain't afraid to use this!" He extended his shaky left hand again, which made the man chuckle.

"Use what? This puny li'l thing?" He pinched the tip of Maristela's index finger lightly before rolling his eyes. "This thing is gonna get ya killed, son. Lemme help ya."

Much to his chagrin, the stranger helped patch the young wizard up. He washed it with extra water from his bottle, patting it dry with a clean cloth from his horse's bag, before bandaging it up and taping it to secure his wraps. At some point, his pinky brushed past Maristela's golden birthmark on his neck.

"Don't touch that," He said. The comet-shaped birthmark seemed to glimmer under the moonlight.

"Why not? Ain't it just part of yer skin?" The stranger snickered as he put the tape back.

"It's... Special. Ya wouldn't understand it." Maristela pouted and crossed his arms. He looked towards the river, which was a far walk from where they were. There were hardly any boats now; only small, personal boats for singles or couples now. It was too late to ferry up the river.

Maristela coldly walked west, trying to abandon the stranger and his horse, but the man piped up. "Oi. There ain't a home in sight, where ya goin'?"

"Home," The Aphros kid replied without stopping and looking.

"Yeeeaaaah, sure ya are," The stranger hopped up on his horse and trotted over to the kid, following to the right of him. "If ya wanna get in another scuffle with the bandits, feel free to walk back home, it ain't my issue."

The thought of getting into another fight made Maristela's stomach drop. The young wizard stopped in his tracks and looked up and right. "I..."

He stopped his horse. "You?"

"... What's yer name, stranger?" Maristela inquired. "Why'd ya help me?"

The man coughed. Maristela thought his eyes glowed for a second, or the weird feather on his big hat twitched, but perhaps he was weary from his failed attempt at fighting back. "Th' name's Samson. Ain't gotta surname, and I ain't takin' my foster mommy's name. Now are you gon' go home, or be food fer th' vultures?"

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Icarus (Samson's horse, Maristela found out,) took them to the port which transported mainlanders to New Calicle Way. Maristela dropped onto the sand with both his boots on the ground. "Thanks..." He looked down at the sand, ashamed he had to be dropped off like this. Samson unmounted his horse as well, keeping Icarus nearby as he went with Maristela to the ferry's ticket booth. The kid didn't bring any money with him, which didn't surprise Samson, but he still rolled his eyes as he did one last favor for him.

"Here," Samson gave the one-way ticket to the young wizard, "I think I'm done here. Don't go runnin' into trouble again, ya hear?"

Maristela took the ticket and looked up at Samson. His face seemed... Friendly. Warm, maybe, but he wasn't too sure. Something inside Maristela's heart clicked, like a final piece of the puzzle fit. He gawked at Samson some more, before mumbling, "Can you mentor me?"

Samson squinted a little. "Come again?" He asked, leaning down if he had heard it wrong or not.

"Can. You. Mentor. Me?" Maristela said deliberately.

Samson guffawed. Oh, he heard it that time now. Sam thought about mentoring a puny little human, with barely any control of his own powers and half the maturity of his own age. It riled him up alright, which made Maristela's face darker than an heirloom tomato from embarrassment.

"Me? Mentor? Nah, ya got the wrong person, kid. Now go home." Samson's laugh trailed out as he mounted Icarus. Maristela, however, was persistent.

"Please!" He ran up to Icarus and held onto the reins, "I dunno how ya did it, but those bandits were gone like this!" Maristela snapped his fingers and fluttered them in the air before grabbing the reins again. "I wanna learn how ya did that! What spell was it?"

"It ain't no spell. I'm just efficient," Samson, growing more annoyed, took the reins back from Maristela's grasp. "Ya ain't gonna learn jack under me. I ain't got a lick of magic in my soul, bones, or muscles. Now go, 'n forget that this ever happened." He sat back up and motioned his reins for Icarus to bolt out of there before Maristela could get in more trouble.

The young wizard watched him as Icarus took him back to a far away town. The reins he held onto were imbued with a sort of tracking signature only visible to him. Maristela walked to the dock, knowing that Samson had stopped right in front of Thorndune. It wasn't that far, just on the other side of the mesa and could be reached through a personal boat...

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The next morning had him waking up early, way before his uncle, and grabbing some change before hopping onto the next boat to Thorndune. He had plans upon plans, in case Samson continued to refuse the offer. It wasn't until he arrived at Samson's location, where Samson leaned against the fence which housed Icarus with a rather defeated face before he held up brightly glowing reins.

"Th' hell's this, son?" Samson asked, slinging the detached reins over his shoulder and stepping forth to meet Maristela. His big hat provided a rather nice shade from the sun in the east, but it also just made Samson look a little more scary than last night.

"It's just uh, I wanted ta -" Samson cut him off by holding up a finger in front of him.

"Ah ah ah. I already said no, got it?" Samson hissed. He turned around and hopped over the fence, but the kid persisted. Maristela followed him into Icarus's stable, which was met with confusion until the kid grabbed Samson's cloak.

"C'mon, pleaaaase? How am I supposed to survive on my own, huh? My uncle can't even get on his own feet without a cane, or leave past the house fer that matter, 'n my mommas..." Maristela trailed off and sniffled quietly. "I ain't got anyone in my family to help me. Yer my only hope." He looked up at the man with big pleading eyes and a poor expression on his face. Samson, in his heart, heard a faint, familiar voice which told him to help the kid. He did somewhat take pity on him- especially now that he could see the beginnings of a familiar birthmark on his neck. Maybe it was his guilt-riddled consciousness, or the voice in his heart, but Samson closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and sighed.

"... Fine. I'll help-" Maristela let go of Samson's cloak and jumped, whooping and hollering. "But! Under one condition."

The young wizard stopped his festivities and turned to look at his new mentor again.

"I'll only deal with th' actual fightin'. Ya ain't gonna be learnin' no magic from me- All that's gonna be yer homework, deal?" Samson extended his gloved hand and looked down at Maristela.

"I understand!" Maristela took Samson's hand and shook it roughly. There was a fond smile that barely slipped past Samson's consciousness, the corner of his lip turning up ever so slightly. Maristela's spunk and attitude started to grow on him a little, but he tried to shake it off; after all, he wouldn't want to get too attached once his ultimate plan would come to fruition later down the line, right?

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thesconesyard · 9 months

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Yeehaw!

When the Cactus Blooms

9. Masked Bandit

Dinner was almost done when the uneven sound of Keenser’s footsteps could be hurrying towards the room. At the other end of the table Bones jumped to his feet.

“Awake,” Keenser said as he entered, looking straight over at the doctor moving towards him.

That was good Jim Kirk thought to himself. The sooner she was up, the sooner they could find out what had happened to her. It didn’t sound like Scotty and Chekov had found her all that far from the main part of the ranch. If something or someone had harmed the girl that close to their home… Jim didn’t want to think about it.

He looked at Christine down the table, finishing up her meal, and glancing towards where Bones and Keenser had left. Both Bones and Christine might not practice officially as a doctor and a nurse anymore, but Jim was damn glad to have them on the ranch when something did go wrong.

Christine excused herself as soon as she finished, but not without remembering to remind Jim it was his night to help clean up. He hadn't forgotten, and in fact he wanted to be close by when Bones came back to tell them what he had learned from the mystery girl.

He didn’t have too long to wait. He dried while Uhura washed and they were almost finished when Christine entered the kitchen.

“Well?” Uhura asked anxiously.

Christine’s eyes were wide, and she gave a tiny shake of her head.

“She’s been through a lot. We’re gonna get her something to eat.” She began to poke around, gathering a few things.

“She have a name?” Jim asked.

“Jaylah,” Christine answered.

“Jaylah what?”

“She didn’t say, we didn’t ask. There’s been a lot of tears Jim.”

He knew Christine’s statement was an end to the conversation. That was fine. He’d wait for Bones to come out and find out more.

“We’re gonna need more medicine Jim.”

Jim was sitting on the porch, watching the stars appear in the night sky. He’d loved watching them say hello ever since he had been a boy.

“Jaylah’s running a fever on top of the pain from her head injury, and my kit is nearly plum out. I have enough for the morning, but after that…” Bones shrugged as he sat down in the chair next to Jim.

“Spock and I can go in the morning. We’ll get what you need.”

“Thanks kid.” McCoy tipped his head back and blew out a big breath.

Jim frowned. He knew his friend well.

“What is it Bones?”

“You aren’t going to like it,” McCoy sighed, and looked over. “They were attacked.”

“They?”

“Her family. They were traveling and got waylaid by a large gang.”

Jim felt anger coiling in his stomach.

“She doesn’t know what happened to the rest of them. Her father ordered them to run and she did.”

“Where’s a gang even hiding around here?” Jim asked.

He could see Bones raising an eyebrow in the dark.

“We just had a thief working with us,” he said heavily.

“I know Bones,” Jim said quietly. He still felt bad for having trusted Mr. Harrison. He’d had a long talk with the sheriff and hopefully the man would be found. He had his doubts though.

The morning was sunny as Jim and Spock set off for town. Bones had given him a list of medicines he needed from Dr. M’Benga. The girl, Jaylah, was doing better and Bones said she might even be doing well enough to join them for dinner. Jim hoped so. He’d like to finally meet the girl, and give her the hospitality of the ranch. Though, as he thought about it, Bones and Christine were already doing that.

“Jim,” Spock said, breaking his thoughts.

He looked over at the man on the horse next to him.

“There’s something wrong up there.” Spock pointed into the distance in front of them.

“I can’t…” The sun was in his eyes, and he squinted against it trying to see what Spock was seeing. He gave his horse a squeeze to hurry it along. Spock kept pace next to him.

They were much closer before Jim could finally make out what Spock saw. A coach was sitting still in the middle of the road. Two men on horses were circling it. Jim looked at Spock with a tense look on his face. Spock nodded.

“We have to help!” Jim exclaimed, and dug his heels in, racing his horse forward.

“Hey!” he yelled when they closed in.

The two horsemen looked up. Both had their faces covered. The sun glinted on something shining in the men’s hands. Guns, beginning to be pointed in their direction.

“Hell Spock! You armed this morning?” Jim called as quietly as he could over the sound of the horses.

“No Jim,” came the answer.

Jim began to think. He hadn’t worn his gun either. A quick trip to town for medicine, it hadn’t seemed necessary. He could kick himself. Especially after Bones had told him of Jaylah’s family being attacked.

“New rule, we leave the ranch armed from now on,” he told Spock.

“I quite agree Jim.”

“I’ve got my knife, and that’s it.”

“We could ride away.”

Jim looked over, but knew that Spock didn’t mean it. They’d do what they could to help.

“Howdy!” Jim called in a bright voice as they closed the final distance between themselves and the men. “Lovely morning!”

He’d bluff. Draw them out. Jim knew Spock wouldn’t miss a thing. He’d find a weakness they could use. And they would use it.

Bones was pacing the porch when they returned home. It was nearly lunchtime.

“Where have you been?!” Bones looked at them with a worried face before he got it back under control to his normal grumpy look.

Jim chuckled. “Well, we had a little encounter with a pair of bandits and a coach.”

“What?” Bones’ eyebrows nearly reached his hairline.

“Here’s your medicine,” Jim said as he hopped down from his horse and dug into his saddlebag. “Captain Pike has a couple new fellas calling that jail cell home today. Nero and Ayel.” He handed the medicine up to Bones.

“Oh, and new rule,” Jim called over his shoulder as he led his horse to the stables, “no one leaves the ranch unarmed from now on.”

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