#i debated wether to make this an au or part of a play

[dazeddoodles]

The Madrigal Triplets as the Christmas Carol Ghosts

#encanto #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #disney #christmas #christmas carol #my art #i debated wether to make this an au or part of a play #it can be both #consider the comic payback for the halloween post lol

[dicktat]

For Dying Light 2 ask

If u can change one the aspect of the story, what would it be?

Ty :3

Sorry this is talking forever but I really wanted to write a personal take on this. So below is my essay of an opinion and why I think Aiden should’ve been Waltz’s biological son

To start off, I think “Mia isn’t even his sister” is a god awful twits on Aiden’s behalf. Imagine spending the entire story finding some family member of yours and she’s not even related to you. I get the concept of found it adopted family but this is…how do it even put it, anticlimactic. It’s a twist but it was at the expense of logic and satisfaction and hence in my humble opinion a very bad decision. Twists made for only shock factors are usually considered bad and frankly this is a case of just that. Some twists should have buildups and foreshadowing and while I acknowledge that “Aiden has memory issues” is somewhat hinting towards him being an unreliable source of info, it was not made explicitly clear that, he would’ve misremembered something this crucial…while family is such an important factor to his character. His entire arc and personality was built on him finding his sister. And Hakon even asked what his plan was after finding his so called sister while Aiden outwardly admitted, he doesn’t know. His goal in life had very little foresight and his sole purpose is no more than just that. I understand Mia was no more than a macguffing and severs little to no purpose as a character, it’s still incredibly dismissive of a player’s effort as they worked towards a goal that perishes within five minutes of meeting.

I think it’s no less than obvious that I hated this ending, but this also ties into my next point of god damn it, a cliche twist doesn’t mean it’s a bad twist. I get the “I’m your father” shit had been done to death, yet when it’s effective, it really is. Imagine the shock we could’ve gotten, this paired with Aiden’s discovery of holy shit the mad scientist isn’t even a bad person would double the dramatic factor.

Also this completely deprived me of a universe where Aiden was raised by Waltz. We could’ve gotten a fucking Dr. Caldwell doing mad science shit but no Techland was a coward for this.

This is something that’s been on my thoughts for a good fucking while and I just can’t shake the idea of a mad scientist Aiden equally as brutal as Waltz but with a little sense of playfulness and sadistic tendencies. Meanwhile I feel so isolated with my evil Aiden ideas besides the few cool people actively supporting it.

And can we talk about how much, Waltz’s facial structure is similar to Aiden’s.

(Image taken from Techland’s website lol)

I’m not sure how to explain it but the bone structure, the nose and lips just…well you know? And I can actually see them being semi related. This is only a small part of fake evidences that supports my argument but nevertheless fun. I know it’s not completely valid but it’s not a bad opinion right.

Also off topic but look at this Waltz art he’s just so

I think Mia and Aiden would make for a fucking cute family and wether Aiden gets poisoned by Waltz and becomes completely evil is up for debate. Either way I think it’s just a concept that could be executed better. And in my personal opinion makes for a good twist. Sorry for the rant, but I just have so much to say around this topic. I think if this was implemented by the fandom it could make things a bit more fun and we have a new variety of au to play with. This is just a theory, a game theory. But if you find even a little entertainment in reading this, we’ll I’m satisfied.

Thank you so much for asking!

#cracken whispers #as you can tell I’m extremely passionate about this #raaaaaah scientist Aiden

[helpimhyperfixating]

Why is it that every time I make an au with multiple parts that I want to make a smut for it??

I am apparently trying to play a game of ‘collect them all!’ Only with Jotaro 😂

Still debating on wether to do it or not. 👀

#random shiz

[fizzysquish]

I'd really like to hear about your opinion on the ahit fandom if youre ok with sharing? love your writing by the way!!

Oh wow I actually didn't expect anyone to wanna know yifhfkhck

And thank you!

Alright this is.. Gonna be long and most likely have some spelling errors every now and then but bear with me.

Tw- talk of pedophilia, swear words

Tldr at the very bottom

The ahit fandom..

...sucks

But also doesnt? Its kind of hard to explain. In general, if you just glance at the fandom it will either come across as pure or as a shit show. This fandom has some serious problems.

This fandom has a lot of drama happy people in it. Im not going to name names or anything, cause there's no point, but it does. A single scroll through the tags will tell you that much. And this isnt me saying 'people can't have opinions' or what have you. What im saying is that there are people in this fandom who live just to stir up drama and make others angry.

Or, in a lot of cases, instead of just saying a persons opinion, they'll swear up a storm and say they hate certain people or call certain types of fans 'the problem with the fandom' and like.. That just makes you sound like an asshole honestly. And it hurts people, too.

(And nobody can tell me it doesn't. Ive had to reassure too many venting and upset friends because of it. It hurts people.)

Also, because you know I have to mention this and it fits perfectly after this first paragraph- subcon. Snatcher.

I legitimately do not understand why some people hate snatcher so much. And I also cannot understand why some people will specifically target snatcher fans at times.

Snatcher is a big comfort character for a lot of people. Wether its for personal reasons (ex- mine is because of my own past dealing with abuse and trauma), or if its just because they make someone happy.

Snatcher is a comfort character, and the whole story surrounding subcon is so so interesting and fun to explore? And so what if people enjoy it? I can understand that it can get frustrating seeing so much of it, especially if you like something else, but that is no reason to target snatcher fans (or.. Any fans in general) and/or make people feel bad for having fun.

Fuck, thats how you make people leave the fandom entirely. I understand it can get frustrating, but just.. Try to be nicer? Try not to make people feel bad for having fun? Please?

And before anyone tells me "it's not about that!", i want to point out that I often see posts like "don't let the snatcher fans see this-" and other things along that.

If you want me to believe its not about that, prove it. Cause as far as i can tell, it certainly is.

(Also as a note- who cares is someones thirsty??? Like

Just block them and avoid if it bugs you so much?? It's not that hard dude)

-THIS PARAGRAPH MENTIONS PEDOPHILLIA, SKIP IF NEEDED-

Another serious thing to mention is the pedophilia in this fandom. Feel free to skip this part  if it makes you uncomfortable, but its something i need to talk about.

There are pedophiles in this fandom. Ive seen the art and the fics (no matter how many times i scrub my eyes, because its disgusting and horrible and just- eugh-). There are pedophiles here and its easy to come across them because they just.. Aren't afraid to post in main tags. People follow them. People support them. Granted, not everyone, and generally most people know to avoid em, but they're still there. They havent been kicked out or ostracized. And it disgusts me.

I know this whole paragraph could be argued that "that doesn't represent the fandom!" Or whatever but.. This is a younger audiences welcome game guys. Its advertised as 'the cutest 3d platformer!'. Kids can and do play this game.

There is pedophilia in this fandom, and i feel its important to mention.

-END OF PARAGRAPH-

Also, some people in this fandom just.. Suck. Plain and simple. Some people in this fandom are just genuine assholes. And said asshole just like harassing others and causing problems. There's a literal shit ton of drama and problems with this fandom, and honestly it's.. So dumb??

This is literally just a video game and people are just having fun. If there's a problem, treat it like a grown up and either ask the causes to stop and why, or block and move on. Simple.

Now lets move onto the good parts of this fandom, yeah?

First of all- there are some serious sweethearts and amazing people in this fandom. While there are some that suck, there are more that are actually just here for a good time and to make good content.

Ive met some of the nicest people ivs ever known thanks go this fandom. Ive created friends who I seriously consider family. And most people ive talked with or even just ran across have been pretty cool.

This fandom is also generally very welcoming to new people (minus the assholes), ive noticed. Some people get into it really easily just because eveyones generally friendly and supportive. Which is always great!

Also, the fanworks people in this fandom create. Can i just talk about how fucking talented people are??? Its pretty amazing to see how people create things for this fandom.

People will take the story that gears for breakfast showed and they'll run with it, and create these amazing au’s and stories and 'what ifs' from it. Its just.. So amazing to watch people use what we've been given just weaved it into something.

(And this isnt even going over the mods and the stories those create, which always amaze me.)

So with all that laid out, do i think the fandom good or bad?

...i think its both.

The fandom itself has some serious problems in it. It gets unnecessary drama nearly every other month or so for no reason. There are some truly disgusting people and some absolute assholes, but the majority of people are actually pleasant, fun to be around, and welcoming. As long as you be careful of who you follow and use critical thinking skills, its not so bad.

Im not going to lie to someone and say it's all honkey dory. In this fandom, you will inevitably interact with either a creep, an asshole, or both at some point. There is a likely chance that you will have your feelings hurt in some way in this fandom. Ive see it, ive heard about it, ive experienced it.

All that being said, if you curate your viewing, follow people that seem/are cool, and use the block feature (don't. Debate it, if youre unsure about someone just block em)... Its a very fun fandom filled with both heartfelt creations and memes, and has plenty of potential new friends.

So its both good and bad, yeah.

Tldr-

Fandom has lotsa issues but overall is fun, just make sure curate your experience for yourself and dont let what drama pops up or what assholes say get to you.

#a hat in time #ahit #squishy answers #its long but i have a lot to say hjfggjlj

[lirulii]

Tod HCs pt. 1

Because it’s 11:49 pm and I cannot go to sleep:

These all exist within my Onwards!AU so these hcs will range from Tod being 13-16 (for now)

-She’s blind as heck but develops blurry vision shortly after getting green eyes. She wears contacts!

-Tends to usually carry a form of purse/backpack: When she was younger she opted for a messenger bag but now she alternates between that and a proper backpack

-Tod: why tf is my bag so heavy

Septimus, deadpan: didn’t you pack 700 worms on a string in there last night

Tod, taking one out: hehe yEAH...

-I think she, while not complex makeup’s biggest fan, does her eyeliner. Every. Single. Day.

-Who better to learn eyeliner-ing from than God Incarnate, Mrs. Marcia Overstrand

-Her favorite Frizzfroot flavor is Mango Raspberry!

-While she’s quite flexible/agile, Tod never built up the courage to perform a cartwheel

-Tod, being the EOW apprentice, does go through several uniform changes as the years in her apprenticeship go by. As time passes she is allowed some degree of choice in how her uniform should be styled.

-Tod, looking through the uniform designer’s catalog: Septimus you never told me you could opt for long robes!!

Septimus: Uh yeah,, they’re not all that tbh

Tod:

Tod: How could you SAY that wHat. Look at them!!!! Majestic...

-As her hair grew out (she decided to start growing it out briefly after StarChaser), she definitely had a bi bob when she was 14-ish and you BET she didn’t shut up about it

-To impress the younger PathFinder children, she once decided to stuff some glitter in her pockets. Midway through her apprenticeship she still has sparkles stuck to her every time she takes her hands out of her pockets.

-While Septimus hates English, Tod despises advanced level maths (PreCal, Cal, etc). They suffer together.

-The ONLY advanced math she will allow is Statistics. Just barely.

-Coffee makes her feel not great in the mornings so instead she just scarfs down a bunch of apples for caffeine.

-Tod and the Sarns get together often for seafood cookouts, which involve hella gossip and also Tod and Oskar yelling “SHRIMP, HEAVEN, NOW!!” When they smell it getting ready

-She can’t do no one’s hair for shit... However, she’s the first to volunteer adorning Sep’s hair with hair clips, flowers, etc

-She’s very interested in dyes and tints, but hardly gets the chance to learn about them. She’s snuck out to meet the tailor and learn some of the trade along with Ferdie, though!

-We know Tod gets to meet other apprentices in the Junior/Senior Girl’s Dorm. Has she dated some of these girls? Damn right she has

-She begins formally wearing heeled boots as part of her uniform when she’s 14, nearing fifteen. Marcia helps her pick out heels based on what she can handle, so she starts building resistance to them lady stilts early.

-Tod loves fruit!! You can spot her eating fruit anytime! In the morning, in the evening, you can even catch her making what most closely resembles a king size fruit cup and sticking it in the fridge! (Much to Septimus’ chagrin)

-Her gills become quite sensitive in the winter, so she often has to moisturize her neck when the temperature is too cold/dry and/or wear a scarf around her neck

-The moisturizing sure is awkward to do in public

-Tod sunburns for the first time in her life after spending her first big winter in the Castle. She and Dan are absolutely mortified.

-Tod definitely has a thing for foreign laments, especially Irish and Welsh ones: Often enough she’ll sit outside the dorm balcony and belt one out a la Elsa in Frozen II

-There is hot debate in the castle about wether Tod is a princess by birthright, given her dad is the village leader and her mom is daughter of the high ranking nobles of the Draa family (The Most Powerful Apothecaries in the Red City)

-After 8 months of t e n s i o n Jenna basically goes “eh whatever” and declared her a recognized princess anyway

-Tod chooses to go only by her EOWA title, despite this, and only wears the Draa circlet from her mother on special occasions

-The circlet is quite intricate, with some native Pathfinder gems hanging down the sides of it.

-Jenna: Alice! Thank you for reporting. If you could, I’d like you to deliver this decree to the Land of-

Tod: Oh no you don’t

Jenna: I’m. Pardon?

Tod: Sep already uses me as a glorified runner I’m BEGGING you. Don’t finish that request ma’am,,,,

-During her 2/3rd year of apprenticeship Tod simply learned to give a flying fuck about gender and opened up to all presentations. To present day both she/they pronouns are fine with her.

-She loves historical plays and will go out with her friends or with Marcia to see them!

-While denying it by attempting to ignore it, Tod is a sappy romantic at heart. She dreams of dates and courting, but panics when it actually happens. It takes her oh so long to get over crushes and exes, but eventually, she manages.

Alrighty I’m sleepy now, but I’d love to make some more of these in the future!

#todhunter moon #alice todhunter moon #thm #thm hcs #speeke ryo ryo #i love writing for tod because its 1/3 projection and 2/3rds having a lotta fun!

[wolfjawswriter]

August Day 2 College AU Skullyle

“Muse” - Lucy x Skull

Lockwood and Co. Series

Summary: Inspiration comes from the weirdest objects.

AU: College

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“Lucy”

“…”

“Lucy”

“…”

“Lucy!”

“…”

“Luuuuuuuuuucy!”

“What?!”

“Whatcha doin'?”

I looked up from the white canvas in front of me. Turning around, I was greeted by the sight of my roommate and best friend, Skully. His usual death-themed clothing, his spiky and longish hair hanging about his face, that stupid grin on his slightly-freckled face and the ‘Sirius Black just escaped from Azkamban’ vibe he always had about himself.

We lived together in a small apartment in campus since both of us had not much better options. The flat wasn’t so bad; it had two beds on one side of the room, a tiny kitchen on the other with a stove, a microwave and a small fridge with barely any room in it.

The place’s rent wasn’t terribly high, but dividing it with another person was more economical, so I decided to give it a try. As to how he ended up being my roommate, it was all down on luck. Bad luck.

“I’m thinking”

“About life and love?”

“No, about what I’m going to do with this!” My hands flew before me, pointing to the canvas. Skully sat on his bed, looked at the canvas and adopted a posh and smug expression, lifting his eyebrows, pushing out his lips and grooming a non-existent mustache.

“That is a very interesting painting, Miss Carlyle. In fact, the best painting I’ve ever seen! How much do you ask for it?”

“Shut up” I grumbled and he snickered behind me “Its for my final project, I have to make a painting of something unusual in Impressionism style. Its supposed to be already finished, but-”

“You left it for the last minute?”

“Yeah”

“Lucy, Lucy” He mourned in fake sorrow “Will you ever learn?”

“Stuff it. I’m trying to decide what to paint”

Skully remained silent for some minutes, then moved on his bed until he was posing with his arms over his head and one leg outstretched.

“Paint me” He said.

“What?!” I shrieked, turning back to face him.

“Paint me like one of your French girls” He giggled in a shrilly, high-pitched voice. I threw a pillow at him.

“Stop playing, I’m working here! Besides, why would I paint you?”

“I’m a very unusual sight” He said it like it was obvious “Its not everyday you get to see such a beauty like me”

“I see you everyday”

“Consider yourself privileged”

“There are better things to draw”

“Ah, Lucy, you know there aren’t” He exclaimed and threw his arms in the air, adopting a new, dramatic pose “We both know I’m your inspiration, your stimulation, your muse!”

“I don’t have a muse!” I fought the embarrassed blush that crept up my neck “Now let me work!”

After that, Skully kept silent. I sat back on my chair and let my thoughts drift. I had already spent hours racking my brain to spark my creativity, but nothing came up. For some reason, I wasn’t being able to think of anything that satisfied my standards of unusual for a painting.

The white canvas before me seemed to keep mocking me silently as I debated my options, and slowly something seemed to start creeping into my mind. An idea forming slowly and taking form inside me.

I felt it shape inside my lifeless creativity and breath it to life. I felt it tickle my inspiration, stimulating it back to consciousness. It planted into my brain and kicked me into action. I knew what I wanted to paint.

An hour later Skully left, wether it was for one of his classes or to hang with his friends I didn’t know, I didn’t listen to him when he walked out of the room. I couldn’t be more bothered, honestly, even if he had gone out to sell drugs or commit a murder. The important thing was that I was finally left to the quiet of the room and my thoughts.

I had long since started sketching on the canvas. Silent curses and sometimes little song’s lyrics were the only thing that left my lips as my hands worked delicate lines on the whiteness before me.

When Skully finally came back, probably an hour after sunset, I had just finished retouching and correcting the final sketch. Opening my supply bag, I had only begun to take out my brushes when a microwaved soup and a coffee was placed on the nightstand beside me.

“You’ll need this if you’re going to be finishing that in three days” I heard Skully say behind me.

“Thanks” I muttered absent-mindedly. I ate my dinner in silence, listening to my friend laughing as he watched youtube videos on his bed.

I spent all that night making the base layer of paint with my oils, which made the dorm stank more than it usually did. Not that I minded, I already spent my days surrounded by that smell.

The next morning I suddenly found an orange waiting in my nightstand, staring at me in anticipation. So, I ate it. At some point I think Lockwood and George (our dorm neighbors) came over with Skully, but I was too engrossed on my painting to notice.

The ceiling fan was later turned on in attempts to get the oil paint dry and to dissipate the smell, but I had no time to waste. So, I washed and prepared my brushes and blenders once again for the next part.

I spent that night making the second layer of paint, fixing first layer mistakes, and cursing as silently as I could so I wouldn’t wake Skully, when he finally went to sleep after watching many youtube videos like the previous night.

I guess I fell asleep at some point, cause the next morning, the morning of my last day, I opened my eyes to find my brushes on the table, my painting dry and a blanket wrapped over me. A note had been left on my paint bottles, sloppy handwriting and ink stains making it a little hard to read.

‘There’s a bagel and a cold coffee on the fridge. Eat.”

- Skully

I snorted fondly. A very shitty breakfast, but one nonetheless. Its not like I had time to make anything better.

So, I ate my food and drank my coffee as fast as I could without chocking and resumed my painting, now applying shadows and lightning.

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My back popped satisfactorily when I stretched, looking at my canvas in triumph. I had just finished my painting and still had a few hours before sunrise.

The room stank of oil painting, microwaved food and artist’s sweat; the smell of success. My tired (and slightly hallucinating) eyes scanned the canvas, basking in its confusing artistic mysteriousness.

It was a skull set inside a jar, surrounded by some floating, misty green plasm. Outside the jar was a girl, alive and slightly annoyed-looking, her eyes focusing on the face that was created by the plasm, blending in different sets of green. The face itself wasn’t over the skull, but rather floating on top of it with a smug expression while looking at the girl.

It had taken me several tries to decide on their final positions, but honestly I felt like it matched what I had been thinking: the girl, in a way, though not an exact portrait, was me, younger but equally tired-looking. The skull, with its stupidly smug grin, was my friend Skully.

I looked away from the canvas to where he was sleeping on his bed. A tangle of limbs, loud snores and the occasional weird mumbles. His hair was a mess and I could see a dribble of saliva coming from his mouth, shining in the moonlight.

An un-majestic sight.

And still, an oddly inspiring one.

For more that I tried to deny it, he had become the center of my painting. In fact, Skully had somehow managed to become the center of all my sketches; long-haired dudes sitting in the streets or taking part in some sort of shady activity, skulls in different angles and stupid grins, sometimes even with stupid comments.

For some reason I couldn’t fathom, Skully had become a source of inspiration.

So, in a sense, I thought with a stupid grin of my own, he was in fact my muse.

#lockwood and co #lucy carlyle #Lucy and the skull #the skull #theskull #skull in a jar #the whispering skull #skullyle #au august

[sweetbyte]

Inuyasha AU anyone?

Day 4 | AU

Momo Yaoyorozu liked to believe she was a good girl. She kept up with her grades at school, she respected her elders, and she was mindful of her peers. Her life wasn’t grand or spectacular, but she wouldn’t trade it for anything else. It would seem that she had no choice in the matter.

Her family had inherited holy lands as well as a shrine with a well within. She would remember helping her grandmother when she was younger. She loved to hear the stories of the mystical Shikon Jewel, and the priestess who sealed it away so it wouldn’t fall into the hands of the demons.

She helped her grandmother with the upkeep and maintenance of the shrine up until her grandmother passed away. Momo had tried her best to be as dedicated, but school was top priority in her parents eyes. She still did her rounds though, it’d be a shame if all the work her grandmother did went to waste.

One day when arriving back from school, Momo is quick to start sweeping up the autumn leaves littering the shrine, having already raked by the sacred tree. Her mother would reprimand her because that’s why they have housekeeping, but chores seem to relax her and that’s exactly what she needs this exam week.

While sweeping, she hears a desperate cry from a cat. It’s distant, but also neat enough for Momo to start investigating. The closer she gets to the shrine, the louder it gets. She opens the door and the meowing is loud and clear within the room. It’s pretty dark, but she starts to look around trying to lure the cat with little ‘tsk’s and ‘here, kitty kitty’.

It finally occurs to her to look into the well and sure enough the poor cat is at the bottom cowering in the corner. The well’s panels have been moved to the side and the seals broken, but it’s probably from the weathering, the thing’s hundreds of years old...

“Oh, you poor thing! Hang on!”

She looks around hoping to find a ladder, but only sees rope. It’ll do, she thinks, she is pretty resourceful and athletic so it’s should be no problem climbing the rope. But the cat...

“I’ll be right back, kitty!” She sprints out the shrine to where she thrown her backpack and empties it’s out on the ground to use it as a pouch. She runs back in and is amused that the cat has calmed down, and seems to understand her for it hasn’t meowed since. She gets to work securing the rope to a stake by the well and tugs firmly to test it out. Once she’s content with it, she peeks her head over the well and let’s the rope drop slowly as to not scare the cat.

“Watch out...”

She makes her way down the well carefully, she’s not in gym clothes and it’s a little uncomfortable to do in her uniform. The well is deeper than she had pegged it to be, but she makes it to the bottom with rope to spare. She gives her self a second to cool down and relish her triumph before she goes to console and sooth the cat into her make shift pouch.

Momo tugs on the rope again, proud that she’s created a strong tie, and begins to climb back up the well. While the cat is not heavy, the added weight does slow her down a bit but at least he’s not thrashing.

She feels her heart jump for joy when she see’s the lip of the exit! Just a little more! The cat, desperate to get out, jumps the gun and pounces from her head up over the edge and out.

Being taken completely by surprise, the force of the pounce makes her loose her grip and suddenly she’s falling. She’s scared but closes her eyes, bracing her self for the landing that’s going to surely hurt. She doesn’t notice her chest glow a faint pink until she opens her eyes again, confused that she’s still falling.

But she’s not falling, she’s suspended in a void with bones and remains littered around her. She’s disoriented and scared because this isn’t normal. Maybe she hit her head, that she’s delirious and dreaming.

“Wake up, Momo, get out of this creepy well..” She talks to herself as she floats around. She drifts a bit to close to a part of a large carcass, she’s sure, and she starts to glow again. It freaks her out but she doesn’t have time to dwell on it too long for bones are pulling together and flesh had begun to regenerate around it.

“The sacred jewel...” The sinister chuckle is heard before the monstrosity is completely revived. “I feel it, give it to me! Give me what belongs to me!”

The thing is a huge centipede, it has the face of a human as well as human arms and it’s all Momo can do not to scream. One of it’s arms is swung at her direction and she has no time to think but respond bringing her hand up in defense.

“Stay away!”

There’s what appears to be a blast from her hand that knocks the thing away, where she doesn’t know and she doesn’t care. All that is important is that she feels ground under her feet and she’s still at the bottom of the well.

“I must have hit my head really hard.” She mutters grateful to be out of that dream. She looks for the rope but it’s gone and she huffs.

“Hello?!” She notices vines along the wall and tilts her head to the side, how had she not noticed them before? They’re surprisingly strong and she’s successful in climbing up. With a last heave, she manages to swing her leg over the edge.

“Finally” She mutters, allowing herself to rest for a bit. “Have to make sure to cover this properly, I’m not doing this agai...n?” She trails off when she looks up and takes in her surroundings because she’s definitely not at the shrine.

Momo is a rational person, she tries not to panic and come up with some explanation to all this madness. She walks through the area to canvas it out, after debating with herself wether or not it’s a good idea. The well creeps her out, so yes, it’s the best idea she has right now.

She walks through the trees and she notices the familiar sacred tree. She quickens her pace because that means home is right around the corner, no matter what kind of whack dream she’s in. As she rounds the next tree she’s baffled again by the sight of boy. The boy is blonde and appears to be dressed in old feudal red robes. The boy is pinned to the tree by an arrow and what’s peculiar about this is that branches have also grown around him securing him to the tree. Surely his body wouldn’t be in tact after the amount of time it takes for branches to grow. Even more peculiar, the pair of ears on his head. They seemed to be dog ears?

The urge to touch them is strong, she doesn’t believe they’re real, but she’s got other more important things to fingers out right now....oh who is she kidding?

She’s sick of climbing things, but she walks and uses the elevated stump to stand in front of the boy. Momo hesitated for a second before lunging to play with the ears. It’s oddly comforting, and it’s surprising that his hair-er furr- is still soft.

Having satisfied her curiosity, she continues to inspect the boy. He’s pretty. To avoid flustering herself, she looks at the arrow pinning him to the tree. She can’t help but touch it and it glows a similar faded pink that came from her chest. There’s also a very light jolt that shocks her and she pulls away quickly and turns away.

“Ouch, ok. How do I wake up from this Alice in Wonderland trip...?” Momo thinks out loud failing to notice the body coming to life behind her until she hears a growl.

“Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing here.”

#bakumomo #bakumomo week #bkmm week #i always make things more intricate than i should. #how do i drabbles #i havent seen inuyasha in a while #so i dont remember 100% how things went down in the begining #but i know there was ear touchings #jots