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Okay but AFTER Dream dramatically storms into Desire's realm yelling "WTF did you do to Hob" I can't imagine Desire just...ignored that. They 100% had to go check out this human and see what is so interesting that Dream is all twisted up in knots over him. Can very much picture Desire swanning into the New Inn in their craziest Lady Gaga outfit already drinking a cosmopolitan and introducing themselves to Hob. Because Desire realises that rather than plotting Dream's downfall they can fuck with Dream INFINITELY more by bothering his immortal crush. It's the sibling instinct.

oh. they DEFINITELY will. and like. eventually dream explains his whole thought process, and the fact that desire has fucked with him in the past (hob: dear god why is your family so fucked up), and dream is basically like: DO NOT. ENGAGE WITH DESIRE. IF THEY TRY TO TALK TO YOU. just call me (he still does not have a phone so unclear how this will work) and i'll kick their ass.

critical point: dream did not in any way tell hob how to IDENTIFY DESIRE.

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The person who struts -- it's really the only word Hob can think of -- over to the bar at the New Inn makes him uneasy, though he can't say why. Hob is not made uncomfortable easily, he's lived too long and been in too many scrapes to feel intimidated in his own pub, of all places.

But something about them makes his hackles rise. The eyes, maybe. They're too cunning.

But he's not in the habit of throwing people out on looks so he just offers a tight smile and says, "Get you something?"

He's tending bar himself, today. Gives him something to do between terms. And he finds himself strangely grateful to have the bar between him and his strange customer as they slide onto one of the bar stools.

"Cosmo, please," they say, voice like sugar halfway to caramelizing, a bit of pop and smoke in the smooth glide.

This is a bit of an odd drink selection for eleven in the morning, but Hob has, at various points in his life though thankfully no longer, done lines of cocaine before even having breakfast, so he really has no pedestal from which to judge.

"Coming right up."

The bar at the New Inn is well-stocked nowadays. Used to be, they served mainly beer and wine, nothing fancy. Then Hob made the horrible mistake of promising his students an end of term cocktail-making class if they came to all the exam review sessions -- because he does actually know how to make drinks, he's been alive for six centuries, thanks very much -- and now it's become a thing and he's stuck doing it forever.

Then Dream took to his drinks, and alcohol is no substitute for food but getting Dream to eat or drink anything is a bloody miracle, so if that anything is the bougiest mixture of alcohols Hob can come up with, well--

Actually. Actually that might be worse than nothing at all.

Makes Dream happy though, so what is Hob to do? Keep ordering luxardo cherries and elderflower liqueur until he outlives them, that's what.

He finishes shaking the drink under the heavy gaze of his guest and pours, sliding it across the table to them.

Hob feels like he's being sized up by a predator as they take a long, delicate sip. The color of the drink matches the pink of their blazer. Hob is struggling to recall if said blazer was actually pink when they arrived.

"Ah. You mix a good drink, Hob Gadling," they say, propping their head on their hand, looking a him from under their lashes, and, ah, so that's what this is.

Hob leans on the bar. "What sort of... entity are you, then?"

Their whole face brightens in what Hob thinks is delight. "Oh! So you are a perceptive one. Get a lot of entities in here, do you, Robert?"

"'Bout as many as can be expected. That's not an answer."

They pout. "Neither is yours. And can't a being just pop by the local speakeasy for a drink without being interrogated?"

"Seems a little unfair that you know my name, and I don't know yours," Hob points out. "Names have power, and so on, isn't that the thing?"

His guest studies him. "You are both far more normal and far less normal than I'd been expecting. Fascinating."

Um.

Before Hob is forced to respond to that, the door swings open to reveal Dream, shrouded in darkness and nighttime and vibrating with electrical fury. Shadows crawl up the windows. All the lights in the inn flicker out.

Oh boy.

"I," Dream says, each word a thunderclap, shining gaze fixed on Hob's guest at the bar, "Explicitly. Forbade. You. From. Interfering."

"What are you going to do, hit me?" taunts the other entity, leaning back on their stool, drink balanced in one hand.

Hob looks back and forth between them, wondering if he should fetch a weapon. He keeps a cricket bat here somewhere, surely...

"Dream, love," he says, once he's decided it's better to try to deescalate the situation rather than introducing further weaponry, "your usual?"

Dream nods, stalking over to the bar. His gaze flits briefly to Hob, softening, before snapping right back to the other being.

"I see you remain incapable of heeding a warning," he says, all ice.

"It's not really part of my nature," they say. "I see it, I like it... well, you get it."

Oh. Oh no.

Cautiously, Hob slides his drink over to Dream. Without breaking eye contact with... Desire? it must be, and thanks, Dream, for the complete lack of description, Dream picks up his drink and downs the whole thing in one long swallow.

Ooooooh boy.

"Desire," Hob says, and they perk up at his realization of their name, looking over at him, "might be better if you were going now."

Desire lets out a frustrated huff. "Ugh, of course. I certainly don't want to upset 'ole Nightmare here."

"You certainly don't want my fist in your jaw," Hob says, more audible threat in it than he intends -- but he remembers Dream's halting confession, about how often love had turned out to be manipulation, and he thinks he should be congratulated on his restraint, actually.

Desire just laughs, and-- ah, Hob is starting to see that there's no winning with this one. Even and especially when you haven't agreed to the game.

"I suppose I'll be going then, before the fists start flying." They slide out of their seat and glide towards the door, waving. "Nice meeting you, Robert! I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again, soon."

I don't doubt it, Hob thinks.

They take their drink with them. Hob's not feeling particularly inclined to chase down that glass.

Dream still hasn't moved. He stares after Desire, empty glass about to crack in his grip.

"Dream?"

"I said that you should call for me," Dream says, the ghost of words.

With what means, exactly? Hob thinks. Damned enigmatic shadow of a man. "You didn't tell me who to look out for."

"Oh." Dream finally snaps out of his daze. "Yes. I apologize."

"Come sit down."

Hob fetches a glass of water and drags Dream over to their usual booth, pushing the water into his hands. "Drink that."

Dream stares down at it. "Why?"

"Because you just chugged a drink you usually sip for hours. Drink."

"I will not get drunk unless I choose to," Dream says.

"Have you tested that?" Hob asks.

Dream's brows furrow. "...No."

"Then let's not do that now. Drink. Come on."

Dream sips at the water. "I am sorry," he says, slowly, "about Desire."

"And I'm sorry I didn't actually punch them," Hob says, making Dream look up at him in surprise. "Well. Sort of. Wouldn't want to make it worse."

A smile tugs at Dream's lips. "You would... defend my honor?"

"Always," Hob vows. "I'd defend you. Don't care if the devil himself has it out for you."

"That may well happen," Dream says.

Hob stares at Dream. Dream stares back.

"Oh," Hob says, or maybe just hopes, "you're making a joke."

"No," says Dream. "Lucifer and I are on poor terms at the moment. She may seek revenge."

Hob keeps staring at him. Dream meets his gaze evenly.

Hob scrubs his hands through his hair. "Lucifer and you..."

Why was it always like this?

When he looks up again, Dream is smirking at him. "You're a menace," Hob tells him. "One day, you're going to give me the full rundown of everyone who has beef with you so I can be prepared."

"That will be a long list," Dream says.

"Of course it is," Hob sighs.

Dream takes his hand as if he can comfort Hob through all of the insane interactions he's sure to have with strange beings in the near future. The worst thing is, it works. Hob squeezes his hand and immediately remembers why he's willing to do anything for him.

"I'd go to Hell for you," he says. "I'd prefer not to, though, if it's all the same."

"That is my preference as well," says Dream.

There's a lot Hob would do for Dream. It's probably unhealthy. But what's the point of living six hundred years if you're going to spend it all being healthy, anyway.

"Why do so many people have problems with you, anyway?" Hob asks.

Hob knows. Hob fucking knows why.

Dream pouts. "Matthew tells me my social skills are 'less than adequate.'"

That's one way to phrase 'you act like an arrogant dick 85% of the time.' Matthew should receive a medal for his tact.

Hob loves that arrogant dick, though, God fucking damn him.

"All the more reason to get me that list, then," Hob says. "Maybe we can prevent you from creating an interdimensional incident."

"Will you accomplish this by threatening to punch them in the face?" Dream asks, completely neutral.

"Okay, you know what? Fair," Hob admits, and Dream chuckles. "Perhaps neither of us is cut out for diplomacy. The point, though, is: of course I'd defend you. I love you."

Dream kisses the back of his hand. As if he's only just now realized what he's done to Hob's pub, the lights all flicker back on.

"Thank Christ, I thought I was going to have to replace all those bulbs."

"Do you think I would do that to you?" Dream says with a tiny smile, Hob's hand still pressed to his lips.

You've done worse than that to me, Hob thinks. Better, too. So much better.

"No, love," he says, "I know you wouldn't."

#hob just feeding dream fancy cocktails with one hand while he fights off lucifer with a bat with the other #'it's rotten work' 'YEAH IT SURE FUCKING IS'#this got so meandering this has no structure at all #in my head dream is the type of person who will only drink like. elevated stuff. like he is not just casually drinking pints at the pub #u feel me. and he never gets drunk. u will only catch him with an elaborate expensive cocktail or a fine red wine #or a glass of truly ancient scotch #dream's drink of choice at the new inn is a vieux carre not that it matters in the slightest #dreamling #dreamling fic #dream of the endless #hob gadling #desire of the endless #the sandman #my writing #ask #merytsetesh

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months

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Eddie Munson's Defense Squad the complete one shot

A/N: Halfway through writing this, I realized that I was accidentally basing Poppy on a girl I went to school whom I admired. I realize now that I had a crush on her. Different name, same personality. Also, there is a Carol in here. Her name is Carol Watson, and she's completely different from Carol Perkins.

Poppy Blake smacked her gum obnoxiously as she listened to her parents rant about Eddie Munson, the three of them sitting around the dinner table as they did so. This was complete and utter bullshit.

"You guys have a lot of nerve for talking shit about Eddie when you have no clue what kind of man he is," Poppy said. "And it's hypocritical coming from a mixed race couple who have to deal with the stares and the comments in this assbackward conservative town who can't seem to tell what year it is."

Her mother's green eyes widened. The green eyes and the freckles Poppy got from her mother. Everything else, including the hair and the dark complexion she got from her daddy. Thanks to her mom, her skin was much lighter than his. Maybe she was a bit of a narcissist, but she loved the way she looked, how she was a perfect mixture of both her parents. She especially loved how her hair had its own personality, and she was grateful that she didn't have her mother's bright orange coloring. Not that she had anything against redheads. It's such an odd shade that whenever Poppy asks if she dyes it, Clara Blake just laughs. She never answers.

"He's a drug dealer," Clara said.

"And so is Daddy," Poppy said.

"Pharmaceutical salesman," Tony said.

"They sound like the same thing to me," she replied.

"Well, Poppy, one's illegal, and one is not," Clara said.

"Weed doesn't kill people, Mom! It's just bullshit propaganda. I mean, not unless it's laced with something, but Eddie would never do that. Some of those drugs that Dad sells should be illegal," Poppy said. "I mean, alcohol is more dangerous."

"You seem to know an awful lot about his weed," Tony said, suddenly amused.

"Dad, I regret to inform you that your precious little girl smokes," she said, and Clara gasped. "Do not act like this is brand new information. You and I both know that bag of oregano that you found was not, in fact, a bag of oregano. Now, tell me why someone would kill his own customers when he could keep them alive and earn a profit?"

"That's true," Clara frowned.

"Mom, I know how scared you are, but I know he would never kill Chrissy, Patrick, or Fred. I know, just like I know that you would never," Poppy said. "Mom, you know I'm a good judge of character."

"We both know that, baby," Tony sighed. "I suppose we both did sound ridiculous."

"Thank you," Poppy said, blinking back tears. "And you know, Hellfire, despite its name, isn't a cult. They're just playing a game like the boys play basketball."

"Well, even we know that. I suppose it's the fear of the unknown that's got us so scared," Clara said.

"I totally get that," Poppy said.

"By the way, why are you so sure?" Clara asked.

"I don't know. It was the look in his eye when he talked about his mom, and it was just like pure love in there when he talked about her. I mean, he can definitely be an asshole but in the way that cousin Mark is and we all still love him. He respects cheerleaders too much to kill them, even the ones that really hate him," Poppy said.

The sound of the front door opening loudly startled the three of them. Kayla Fielding, her best friend in the whole world, ran into the living room. Her blond hair was in disarray, and her bright blue eyes were blown wide with alarm.

"Kayla, we were just about to have dinner. You're welcome to fix yourself a plate and join us," Tony said.

"I, uh, actually needed some last-minute help on a project. I read the directions wrong, and it's due tomorrow," Kayla said. "I was hoping that Poppy would help me."

"Do you mind, Mom?" Poppy asked. "I had a late lunch, so I'm not very hungry."

"Go on," Clara said, her eyes twinkling at them in amusement. "Keep the door open, though."

"Um, okay," Poppy said, looking at her mother in confusion.

They quickly moved up the stairs and into Poppy's room.

"Uh, I think your mom knows, Poppy," Kayla said.

"My mom doesn't know shit," she said, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, what's this about? Clearly, there's no project."

"I just heard that Jason has started a town wide man hunt for Eddie and the rest of Hellfire. I heard that they were heading towards that creepy looking house on Morehead Street," Kayla scowled. "This is so fucked up! Eddie doesn't deserve this, and neither do these kids. I've always hated Jason, but I never thought that he would take it this far."

"We need to do something," Poppy said. "Stop them. We need to gather the others and get some weapons."

"Do you really think we can do this?" Kayla asked.

"My parents always taught me to do what's right, to stand up for people when they needed it. Although, I think they were talking about when a kid gets bullied or something," she replied. "It fits in this situation, too."

Poppy wasn't proud of it, but she ended up breaking into her dad's gun locker to grab a shotgun that her dad taught her to use. He always wanted to make sure she was prepared. Not that he actually needed to teach her. She figured it out pretty quick. Poppy tried to hand Kayla the Smith & Wesson, but she quickly shook her head.

"I don't do guns, remember?" Kayla asked.

"Right, well, I'll just grab it for the other girls," Poppy said. "There's a baseball bat in my room. You can use that."

She zipped up the shotgun and the other gun into a bag as well as some ammo to go with it. They stood up at the same time, reminding Poppy just how much taller she was than Kayla and how much Kayla liked that.

"This is sort of thrilling," Kayla admitted, licking her lips.

"We don't have time for that, Kay," Poppy smiled.

"Right."

They quickly snuck back into Poppy's room and stuffed the bat into the bag. Poppy opened her window as quietly as she could.

"Okay," Poppy whispered. "You're going to go down the trellis first, then I'll lower the guns down to you, okay?"

"Okay, see you on the other side," Kayla said as she straddled the window sill.

She grabbed Poppy's face and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Poppy sighed and leaned into it, kissing her harshly. They both broke the kiss, breathing heavily, their lips swollen. The giddiness never really goes away whenever Kayla kisses her. It always feels like the first time. Poppy smiled as she watched Kayla maneuver down the side of her house. Using her bedsheets, she lowered the bag down to Kayla. She climbed down the trellis herself and followed Kayla into her car, placing the bag in the backseat. When she sat back in her seat, Kayla was grinning at her.

"I guess I'm your partner in crime," Kayla said, grinning. "Get it? Because I'm also your romantic partner, and we're also committing a crime by hunting down a bunch of asshole jocks."

"I fucking love you. Never stop being a dork," Poppy laughed and kissed her. "Step on it, baby."

Kayla tied her hair up with a scrunchie, turned on the radio, and sped off toward the houses of the other cheerleaders. Most of the cheerleaders would be with her on this one, seeing as Poppy was the one to spread the story about Eddie's mother. She had been the one to go to him for drugs when the others were too chicken to do it. He had been nice and funny, a perfect gentleman. Looking into his eyes, Poppy could see how sweet he was. Unlike Jason, whose eyes screamed psychopath and she wouldn't be surprised if Jason had been the one to kill Chrissy. . . and couldn't stop at just one. Patrick was one of the nice ones, the one the girls got along with most as well as the new guy, Lucas Sinclair. Steve Harrington was much the same, but she hadn't talked to him in a while. They didn't hate all jocks but enough of them got underneath their skin. There were other cheerleaders who didn't see it their way. They absolutely loved Jason and hated Eddie. They couldn't see beyond their own attraction. And if Poppy had any interest in men, then she certainly would have gone for Eddie rather than Jason.

Hungry Like the Wolf was still playing in Poppy's head when they pulled up to the creepy looking house. It sent a shiver down her spine as she looked at it. Poppy quickly handed over the bat to Kayla and the other gun over to Taylor, who didn't bring a weapon. A gust of wind suddenly appeared, and Taylor's short brown hair hit her piercing hazel eyes. There was anger there. Taylor took the gun from her and thanked her as she loaded it. Everyone else had their own weapons: bats, crowbars, and someone even had a broom handle.

"Let's kick their ass - "

A scream interrupted Poppy, and they all ran in that direction. Andy was on top of what looked like an eleven year old girl, and he was getting ready to pummel her. Oh, fuck that.

"ANDY!" Poppy yelled and raised her shotgun.

"You've got three seconds to get the fuck off of her before I put a round in you," Taylor snarled as she raised the gun.

If anyone had more reason to do it, it would be Taylor, considering he once put his hands on her without her consent. Taylor didn't even bother counting when Andy raised his fist. She pulled the trigger, and the round went through Andy's shoulder. He fell to the ground with a yell. Taylor ran over to him and pressed the heal of her boot into his shoulder. He screamed.

"I'm sorry. Should I have asked first before stepping on you?" Taylor asked.

"YOU BITCH!" Andy screamed.

"Says the guy screaming like one!" Taylor exclaimed.

"You shot me!" He sobbed.

"Yeah. I did do that," Taylor grinned victoriously.

Poppy went over and helped pull the girl away.

"Are you okay?" She asked, and the girl nodded. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Erica Sinclair," she said.

"Are you Lucas's sister?" Poppy asked.

"Yeah, he's inside. I think I saw Jason go in there," Erica said, looking worried.

"We'll handle it. You stay here with Carol. We like to call her Mother Hen. You'll find out why," Poppy smirked. "I'm Poppy, by the way, and that's Kayla."

Poppy and Kayla left just as Carol Watson started to fuss over Erica. They went into the stairs and went all the way up to the attic where Jason was pointing a gun at Lucas. Some girl was sitting on the floor in a trance. Lucas was pleading with Jason.

"You're lying! Chrissy would never have gone to him if she was in trouble! She would have come to me!" Jason exclaimed.

"Well, that's not just fucking true," Poppy said causing Jason to whirl around and point the gun at her. "She came to me, Jason, and then I sent her right to Eddie. All I knew was that she was stressed. She was under pressure from something. It was either her mother or you. I thought that maybe Eddie could help her."

"You sent her to Eddie? You're the reason she's dead?" Jason glared.

"No, Jason. I don't know what happened, but Eddie's not a killer. He's a good man. Better than you are," Poppy said.

"Eddie is a killer, and I'm trying to protect this town from him!" Jason yelled.

"No! We're trying to protect this town!" Lucas yelled out.

Jason whirled around and pointed the gun back on Lucas. Poppy gripped her shotgun and took a step further. Kayla did the same, gripping her bat. Lucas was scared, and all it would take was Jason pulling the trigger once. Something in Lucas's face changed.

"You know, I wanted to be like you. . . popular, but all I see now is a full blown psychopath," Lucas said.

He bent down at the right time as Jason took the shot and dove into Jason's stomach. The gun was knocked out of Jason's hand, and pretty soon, they were both throwing punches. Poppy cursed. She couldn't shoot Jason now without risking shooting Lucas.

"The Walkman!" Lucas exclaimed.

Kayla was quick. She rolled and grabbed the Walkman before Jason could stomp on it.

"What are we supposed to do with this?" Kayla asked.

"Max! Put it on Max! Running up that Hill!" Lucas yelled.

It was difficult for Kayla when Max started lifting in the air. Holy shit! Poppy reacted quickly and put the headphones on her. They stared at Max and didn't notice that Jason grabbed the gun again until he was pointing it at Lucas. Poppy pointed her shotgun at him.

"Jason! Don't do this!" Poppy exclaimed.

"You're supposed to be on my side, Poppy!" Jason exclaimed. "Instead, you're siding with these. . . Satanists."

"There are no sides! There's only living and dying. Which one are you going to choose?" Poppy asked.

Jason paused for a moment, and it almost looked like he was lowering it. His face hardened, however, and he turned the gun on her. He had chosen.

"You're Tigers!" Jason said furiously.

"Oh, honey, no. We're fucking wolves," Poppy said as she thought about the rest of her 'pack' outside. "Who protect their own."

She pulled the trigger. Jason screamed as the gun fell to the ground. He clutched his bloody hand, crying. Max fell to the ground. Lucas rushed to her side and pulled her into his arms.

"I'm okay. I'm okay," Max said, and he helped her up. "Jesus, what the fuck happened?"

"Uh. Poppy Blake shot him," Lucas said, and Max looked at Poppy in surprise.

"Most of the cheerleaders hate Jason, Andy, and Connor, but we love Eddie," Kayla said. "There are a few who refuse to look past their looks. Gah!"

Poppy shared a look with Kayla and her eyes twinkled back at her.

"Well, it's a good thing that we don't like men, baby," Poppy said teasingly.

"Hey, if I were into men, it'd be Eddie or Chief Hopper," Kayla said, and Lucas looked at her when she mentioned Hopper. "Oh, I like tall people. Preferably tall women."

"Lesbian warrior cheerleaders?" Max asked in amusement.

"Yes! I want that on a shirt," Kayla said.

They left the room, and the house with Jason still bleeding out on the floor of the attic. When they walked out of the house, they found a few more jocks had arrived late to the party. Several of them had her cheerleaders on the ground, including Taylor and Carol. Erica was nowhere to be found. Poppy made sure it was clear before shooting her shotgun off to the side. The jocks stopped and dropped them. Every single one of them were bleeding but not too terribly.

"Hey! Your leader is upstairs bleeding to death. I suggest you get him some help and get the fuck out of here before I give you matching wounds!" Poppy exclaimed.

The jocks ran upstairs and came out carrying Jason. Poppy and the cheerleaders all glared at them with weapons drawn until they drove away.

"Are all of them cheerleaders?" Max asked.

"Yeah," Poppy replied.

"Holy shit," Max said. "Does Eddie know he has his own defense squad?"

"He will now," Kayla said.

"Where's Erica?" Poppy asked.

"Shoved her into my car when those assholes showed up," Carol replied.

Erica hopped out of the car, carrying a first aid kit.

"Found a first aid kit, and it looks like some of you are you going to need it," Erica said and looked at her brother. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

Carol took the box from Erica and started patching everyone up. Just as Poppy was about to open her mouth to ask Lucas what the hell was all that about, an RV drove past honking loudly.

"Shit! Eddie's in that RV. We have to follow!" Lucas exclaimed.

"Alright, wolves!" Poppy whistled. "You heard him! Move out!"

They all climbed into their respective vehicles, with Lucas and Erica crawling into the back of Kayla's car. They followed the RV to the hospital where the door burst open. Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley came out carrying a bleeding Eddie in their arms. A crying boy with curly hair was following them.

"Oh, shit," Lucas muttered.

The group followed them into the hospital, where they delivered Eddie to the doctors. They immediately wheeled him away onto a gurney. Nancy, Robin, and Steve stared down the hallway in shock. Lucas approached the curly hair boy who was now crying.

"Dustin, what the hell happened?" Lucas asked.

"Lucas! Max!" Dustin exclaimed before pulling them both in a hug. "The bats. . .they got to Eddie! . . . Who are they?"

"Dustin, Steve, Nancy, Robin. . .meet Eddie Munson's defense squad," Max said.

"What?" Steve asked and then he squinted. "Poppy?"

"Hey, Steve. You look like shit," she said. "Now, who's going to tell me what the fuck is going on in this town?"

Two days later. . .

It was hell getting questioned by the police but in the end, what they said helped Eddie. There was too much evidence against Jason Carver to keep looking at Eddie, especially when Chrissy's diary resurfaced that revealed the bruises that Jason left behind when he dragged her around like a trophy. Chrissy wrote down how he and the other jocks had it in for Hellfire, how she tried to stop them. She even told Principal Higgins, but he didn't believe her, and when she saw the bennies in his desk, he blackmailed Chrissy. Jason Carver was arrested as were the boys who were involved in the manhunt. Principal Higgins was also arrested. It looked like they were going to need a new principal as well as a new basketball team.

"Maybe we can fill it with more nerds," Poppy nudged Lucas. "Change it from the Tigers. We can be the Hawkins Dragons or some shit."

"No, honey, we're the fucking wolves," Lucas said and Poppy laughed.

They were surrounding Eddie's hospital bed as they waited for them to wake up. They were only just now allowed back in. Of course, they allowed Wayne to spend time with Eddie, but now they were guarding his bedside along with the party. To Poppy's dismay, they hadn't been allowed their weapons. Even though all had been dealt with, Poppy still felt unsettled. She knew the court of public opinion would be the hardest to sway. She was worried that they would go after him.

"So. . .you did all of this for Eddie?" Steve asked.

"I know what you're thinking, but I'm not into dicks," Poppy said.

"Eddie's not a dick!" Steve said defensively, his cheeks turning red. "He's a great guy!"

Poppy and Kayla shared an amused look before giggling. Kayla nodded at Poppy, who nodded back.

"Steve, we're lesbians," Kayla said. "I'm her girlfriend."

"Oh, shit, sorry," Steve said, his whole face heating up.

Robin shoved her knuckle to her mouth, laughing. Meanwhile, Poppy gave Steve a knowing look.

"Me too," Robin said. "Lesbian."

"Nice," Kayla said. "Tall lesbians are the best."

"So are short ones," Poppy said.

"I'm not short, I'm just vertically challenged," Kayla said. "Gravity hates me because I'm so cute. It just keeps pulling me down."

"Idiot," Poppy said affectionately, kissing her.

"Your idiot," Kayla said.

"Well, I guess since we're all being honest," Steve said. "Bicycle. Goddamn it, I mean bisexual!"

"I don't know. Bicycle works, too. If you're into that, there's definitely riding involved," Poppy said with a smirk.

"Children present!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Hm, on the way here, you were saying that you didn't need a babysitter anymore. So which is it? Child or grown-up?" Steve asked, and Dustin closed his mouth. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

Suddenly, Erica popped her head in.

"Jock out on bail incoming!" Erica shrieked.

The squad immediately jumped into action and formed a wall around Eddie's bed. Meanwhile, Steve and Robin stood in front of Lucas, Max, and Dustin at the door. Erica looked out the door while Robin kept a hand on her back.

"Coast is clear!" Erica exclaimed, closing the door.

"Am I dead or alive? What is this?" Eddie's called out, and everyone jumped. "Why are there cheerleaders surrounding my bed? Oh God, Jason sent you to finish me off."

"First of all, if we wanted you dead, you'd be dead before you woke up," Poppy said. "And second of all, Jason is rotting in jail for his crimes and Vecna's. No bail for that asshole."

"They're your defense squad, man. They heard that Jason and the others were going to come after us at the Creel House, so the cheerleaders came and kicked their ass for you. The cheerleaders like you, man," Lucas said.

"Seriously?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, Poppy shot Jason, and Taylor shot Andy," Lucas replied.

"You did this for free drugs, didn't you?" Eddie joked.

"Ass, I did it because I like you. Platonically," Poppy said. "You're a great guy. Bit of an asshole but a great guy."

"Why?" Eddie asked.

"The speech about your mom told me all I needed to know about you," Poppy said. "Plus, after your little meeting in the woods, Chrissy wouldn't shut up about you."

"She wouldn't?" He asked.

"Look, she's been unhappy for a while, and we've done everything we could do to help her, but when she came out of those woods, she was the happiest that I had ever seen her. You did that for her. You made her happy in her most darkest and cursed moment of her life," Poppy said, tears in her eyes. "She was our friend, and you did that for her."

Eddie was crying now, his bottom lip trembling as his eyelashes grew wet.

"She made me happy too," Eddie said. "I played for her down there, I wanted. . . I wanted her to hear me play, and a little part of me hoped that it would somehow bring her back. Stupid, huh?"

"Not at all," Poppy said.

She took his hand and ran her fingers through his hair as he cried. She would do whatever it took to protect this man and judging by the looks on the others' faces, they would too.

"Thank you," Eddie whispered.

For the first time in his life, instead of fighting against him, people were now fighting for him.

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11queensupreme11 · 5 months

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I found this image on Pinterest

This is Percy and Poseidon's first child, he seems like the perfect mix of both parents

well maybe not the perfect mix but I like his hair color, it's a dark blonde that seems to be slightly brownish

He has a serious expression but not as serious as Poseidon, Mom Percy's influence has definitely made this boy a little softer much to the joy and relief of the other gods

I like to think that in childhood and pre-adolescence, Percy had more influence over the boy, which can be seen by the clothes that are more casual and "human", while in adolescence Poseidon's influence became stronger, which we can see by the his clothes that changed according to his father's personal style

the gods are extremely attached to the ancient customs so Poseidon probably leaves all physical and emotional care to his wife and only becomes present in the education of his own son when he reaches the age where he can learn about politics or fighting, he was probably more of a figure of authority and unquestionable power than a present father, like those head of the family fathers in those conservative families

"he was probably more of a figure of authority and unquestionable power than a present father, like those head of the family fathers in those conservative families" this is probably the best description of what poseidon is like as a father (to anyone who isn't percy lol) 😔

i definitely see it working like this tho! poseidon is too strict to his kids (except with percy), so percy's probably gonna take charge of the parenting for the earlier years. she'll be a wonderful mom just like sally was, but the problem comes when the kid becomes more grown and poseidon starts to parent him as well.

it'll be a huge change for this poor dude. he went from being raised by his loving mom to suddenly being raised by a tyrant 💀

i also definitely see percy not caring about the royal status and just raising her kid like a normal parent would. probably instills good values too like being empathic and caring towards others, seeing your peers as equal, etc then BAM poseidon comes in and tries to ruin all her hard work 💀

the choice lies on the son now. should he follow his father's footsteps or hold on to the good values his mother taught him to have?

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

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findingnemosworld · 8 months

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𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬 - 𝐫𝐮́𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 ( 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐱 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 )

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

Once upon a time, she was in love.

She did not necessarily dislike football, merely the portion of football players that seemed to show off everything they had off the pitch rather than on the pitch, her co-workers on the other hand were very much enamored with football players based on physical appearance, every single morning she overhears them gossiping about which player was single, which player they saw in some club or in this case, the players they'd like to have sex with.

" Aurora, who're your favorite players from the City squad? "

The young woman's head shoots up to see three heads looking at her, " Pardon? "

" You know, Manchester City " Hailey elaborates with an eye roll, scrolling through her phone then showing her a photo from Instagram.

Aurora chews on her bottom lip before she opens her mouth to say with a nervous smile, " I don't have a favorite because I don't watch football "

" Seriously " Taylor chimes in, " It's a great way to unleash your rage and you get to look at hot guys running around, well not all of them are hot " she shrugs, " But you get what I mean "

Aurora tilts her head, " Well, it may be for you but I have things to do after work, like sleep "

" Don't be such a bore Rora " Sandy states, " You should watch it, personally I only watch the matches to see Grealish play " she adds with a smile.

Hailey side eyes Sandy before looking back at Aurora, " If I were you, I'd choose Rúben, he's very attractive "

" Hailey you're engaged to Aiden " Taylor reminds her with a laugh.

" So ... it doesn't mean I can't look at the menu, or ... " Hailey giggles and leans to Aurora, " I want to help our dear Aurora find love "

Aurora shakes her head, " we should get back to work "

To be fair, their words lingered and it peaked Aurora's curiosity to look up the player Hailey mentioned, Rúben Dias - he was definitely good looking, Aurora chuckles a minute later; he's a famous player, what am I even thinking?

Once upon a time, she was in love.

Aurora was in the midst of closing up the bakery when suddenly, the bell chiming caused her to say, " I'm sorry, but we're clos- " the words fall but soon vanish the minute she meets the same chocolate colored eyes she'd seen in the photo two weeks ago, he gives her a tentative smile. " I'm sorry I'm late " he begins, his voice a beautiful mix of deep and gentle, " But if it's not any trouble, could you prepare a box of eclairs please? "

Aurora opened her mouth, wanting to apologize and affirm that they were closed yet his softened look was enough to have her relent and nod with a faint smile, " Of course " she said, disappearing to grab a box from the bottom shelf.

Rúben takes the time to look around the shop then ask, " Do you own this place? "

" It's jointly owned by my mother and my aunt, they've turned their dreams into reality so I'm only helping them the best way I can " Aurora responds with a faint smile, carefully stacking the eclairs inside of the box.

" That's impressive " Rúben nods before he approaches the register just as she placed the box, " How much is the box? " he asks.

" It's fine, you're a first time customer and my mother says that a first time customer's order is always on the house " Aurora said.

" Oh I can't possibly do that, especially since I made you stay overtime " Rúben interjects, reaching to pull out his wallet.

" I insist " Aurora stops him with a smile.

" In this case, I'm coming back tomorrow to pay you back, have a good night "

And indeed the next day he returns, very early which surprised not just Aurora but all of her co-workers who watched her interact with the Portuguese player with so much ease, Aurora was fully aware of them watching and it prompted her to be cheeky and ask, " Would you mind taking a picture with my three co-workers? " she gestures to all three girls who immediately scramble to pretend as if they weren't snooping in.

Rúben grins deciding to ask, " will you be in the picture? "

Aurora felt the obscure undertone of his question, she shakes her head. " They're the fans, not me "

Rúben's bottom lip playfully sticks out, " What if I said I wanted a picture? " he asks then adds with a smile, " Or a date "

Aurora pressed her lips to prevent a smile from appearing, " I would say, come back later, the same time as yesterday and I might give you an answer "

Rúben grins, " You got yourself a deal "

Once upon a time, she was in love.

He'd been relentless, despite her many attempts to push him away; he still powered through which in the end was the start of a blossoming relationship, between her work in the bakery and the straining schedule of his matches - Rúben and Aurora made sure to always make time for one another, be it in person or via calls and texts, yet a year had flown by and cracks were beginning to appear.

Rúben took longer to respond, whenever they spent time together - it didn't seem like he was truly with her and while Aurora tried her best not to have any doubts about his love, it seemed that no matter what she did, she'd always come in second and that had been the start of their downfall.

Arguments over trivial things.

Fights that seemed never ending.

It all lead to this moment, Aurora waited for Rúben to come after asking him to meet her, and when he arrived; he went in for a kiss but instantly frowned as he felt that she didn't reciprocate his emotions at all, " What's wrong? "

" I want to break up " Aurora blurts out before quickly composing herself, " We can't keep going like this, I'm sorry " she said blinking away the tears, " I love you, but I think it's best if we end this before it consumes us "

Once upon a time, she was in love.

It had been exactly two years since she last him, she'd kept up with his news; and would often attend some of his matches whenever time allowed, her friends had advised her to try dating again, to move on yet she couldn't find it in her to do so, sure she'd gone on dates here and there, yet nothing came of it - she'd end up reverting back to her old ways of withdrawing to solely focus on her work, especially now given that they have received a huge order for a wedding which meant she had to stick around over time, and she didn't mind it one bit, as it seemed better than to wallow up in self pity.

That night, she was occupied with decorating the cookies for tomorrow's display when a faint knock on the glass door caused her to gasp, drop the icing bag then look up to see a familiar figure there outside, ... she saw him.

She composed herself then she walked up to the front door, unlocking it to let him in. " Rúben, what are you doing here? "

Rúben looked disheveled, his hair had changed and what appeared to be a beard had grown across his face. " I came to see you " he said.

" Rúben " Aurora sighs.

" Hear me out " Rúben interjects with a serious expression, " Please "

Aurora huffs out a breath, " Fine " she gestures to the table, " Sit here while I go and make you some tea since it was cold outside "

Rúben nods, watching her from where he was sitting; she hadn't changed a bit save for her hair growing slightly past her shoulders which was evident by the way she had pushed to the side and braided; she returns with a cup of tea and places it down, she then moves towards the register to grab a small plate of cookies, " Here " she murmurs before sitting across from him.

" Rora " Rúben sighs, unsure of how to go about with this. " I miss you, like a lot "

" Rúben, we ended for a reason " Aurora reminds him.

" Fuck that reason, yes I love football but being apart from you physically killed me, and everyone could see it, hell " Rúben sighs, running a hand through his hair. " Even my teammates can see it, they all know how much you mean to me and how much I've been suffering without you "

Aurora blinks away the tears, " truth be told I ... " she sighs, " I missed you too "

Rúben smiles, " I want us to try again, properly this time " he grabs her hand, " I want to try and communicate, I want us to be a proper couple because I love you, I really love you "

Aurora smiles, " I'll do it, I'll try this again "

Rúben beams, " it's you and me against all odds my sweet girl "

#n ruben dias #ruben dias fanfiction #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias smut

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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What would the clergy do if admin upskirt flashes them

[What wouldn't they do...]

Reaction to upskirt flash

Gallon knows your game, you're not fooling anyone. But he's a cheeky bastard, so he may just slide a mixing spoon off the counter or spill something. Admin, cherry, could you be a sweetheart and get that for him? He will slide a tentacle down to tickle your legs, and if you do it too many times, you're getting your panties ripped off. The customers may enjoy that view a bit more.

Morell has great aim, but it would be a lie to say he didn't nearly amputate his own hand when you flashed him. You want to kill him woman? Because that's how you do it. No hesitation, you're getting a hearty squeeze of those buns and thighs, Morell's gonna get weird about how meaty you are and probably start salivating if you don't bat his hands off.

Oh, you want to play games, huh? Well, Vinnel never loses! He shows you his you show him yours- That's how it works! Come closer now, he just wants to make sure his eyes eyes aren't failing him. It's hard to see with this old mask, you know? (Bullshit.) The jester can and will give you panties with his colors. He's also likely to make goofy yet not entirely exaggerated reactions, going as far as to feign fainting.

Grimbly just squeals in delight. For him??? Really???! The little bloodsucker crawls under your skirt asap. What are you complaining about? You lifted it for him, of course Grimbly would take the opportunity. Swat him away or he will start palming at your pussy through the skirt. Grimbly doesn't dress up much for work, but on the rare occasions he does, he'll also flash you.

Santi's taking it as an invitation immediately. It's a bit rude to wave a cookie in his face and then refuse to let him have it, isn't it? He's going to corner you somewhere and get you off under your skirt, maybe even dip for a taste. Santi would flash you too, but the goods are already on display, go ahead and help yourself.

If you think Patches is doing anything, you're dead wrong. Aside from just stuttering and shaking his head, he's left staring like a flustered loser. His hands will hover and the dullahan will beg to touch with his eyes, but he won't start it until you give some sort of greenlight or berate him for being a pussy. Even if you don't let him, the chances of him running away to beat off are high anyway.

Nebul is not one for bombastic reactions. He'll calmly ask you what you think you're doing, if you want to be a slut then at least show him the real deal. The wraith will "make you" keep the skirt lifted as he works and will occasionally stop by to stroke you casually. If you want more, you know the magic words.

Sybastian, the poor boy, just chucks his own loincloth out and gives chase. If that's not a "come fuck me immediately" then he doesn't know what is, honestly. He's getting his tongue in there, you can't escape him.

Fank-e instantly giggles and shows you whatever he's got attached to him that particular day. Could be a cock, could be a pussy, you never quite know. He treats this like a game and will try to guess the color of your panties before you flash, if Fank-e gets it right, his reward is getting to play with you for a while. He'll send you new panties after a while too. Neon ones.

Belo's brain will just fizzle. How's he supposed to work now? The angel's feathers ruffle and he squawks almost indignantly, but he also hasn't stopped staring, and it's laughably easy to give him a boner from this. V-Vessel! Don't be so depraved... He's definitely going to approach you after his shift and ask you to do it again for him.

Krulu's not amused. He'll pull your skirt back down and chastise you for being indecent to him, all the while giving you these eyes that promise trouble. You won't be touched or regarded much the entire day, but you'll certainly get the lights railed out of your naughty little self later. Perhaps you should really just exist to be his personal sleeve.

#Morell oc #Vinnel oc #Fank-e oc #Sybastian oc #Belo oc #Krulu oc #Grimbly oc #Santi oc #Patches oc #Nebul oc #general tce

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simiansmoke · 11 months

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From your Mixed-Bag Sentence Starters post: "No time to explain, get in!", but it's just DK taking Mario out for a date in a place where they wouldn't be disturbed.

(And maybe it ends with a make-out session because there is a sincere lack of Mariokong content in this fandom, and I'm starting to feel deprived-)

//aw-...dn't worry bb I got u. 𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐃-𝐁𝐀𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

It wouldn't be a proper Kong hosted kart-race without some monkey business. Said business entailing that all racers made it their personal mission to see to it that their sole guest participant from the Mushroom Kingdom was thoroughly given enough attention at the event. Meaning - the point of the race shifted from anyone winning to just making sure Mario didn't. And honestly, DK was not about to interfere with that energy, though the thought of trying to win the race instead of watch the ah..."festivities" going on along the track was definitely his lowest priority over the latter.

By the time Mario had been bashed a few times by fellow karts, and even trapped between two for a while to help guide him into some banana peels along the track on purpose, it was soon all over for the other when his kart came to a puttering halt...tires too gummed up from countless banana peels to continue without a pit stop. But seeing as how Mario had relinquished himself to resting his chin heavily into an open glove and grumbling to himself about 'fatherless monkeys' in Italian, it was evident he would be tapping out of the race early and hiking back to town along the dusty track.

Well, until DK rolled up and happily slammed on his brakes to slide a donut around Mario's banana-beached kart to churn up some dust around the plumber and leave him coughing and swatting the air to clear it faster. A glower followed. "DK! C'mon, I'm not even racing anymore. No thanks to YOUR buddies-"

"Heh! What can I say...they don't like outsiders winning our competitions." With a smug expression that only served to rub salt in the wound further, DK leans back in his kart, one hand poised cockily on the wheel. "Now that you're out, they can finally start having some fun!"

"Well good!" Mario spat back, already trying to untangle himself from his seatbelt as he worked on making a hasty retreat from the vehicle in case the racers looped around and decided he was still a ramp to try and launch off of. "Why don't you go and JOIN them then?"

The smirk DK wore slid into more of a smile, though still heavily smitten with amusement as he watched the other struggle to free himself. The way that Mario tried to hoist a leg over the door only to catch his ankle on the way over and flop down onto his hip only caused the Kong to chuckle. His kart tires shifted slightly in the dirt as it creeped forward and sidled up beside Mario now struggling to stand quickly and dust off his knees while his cheeks burned the same color as his outfit.

"Awh, aren't you just a ball of sunshine today~? Ehh, I don't need to hang with those nerds. Besides, I'm gonna lose too many laps to win now that I gotta kart your ass down the mountain." He added, waiting to see if Mario even heard him since the plumber was already trying to set off on his own down the track towards the moon where it lay in the sky waiting for dark to fall further.

Pausing momentarily once the slew of Italian curses in his brain had died down, Mario glanced over his shoulder to question the Kong with a quirked brow.

DK merely waved the other over while expelling an impatient sigh. "No time to explain...just get in!"

The ride down the mountain was a bit rough given DK's customization on his kart this go round, and he wasn't trying to hide that by purposefully hitting every bump in the road and swerving unnecessarily as if he were trying to come up with the best way to launch Mario out of the kart.

Mario simply busied himself with white knuckling the dash board and muttering under his breath in Italian about really not wanting to die today. With his eyes screwed shut, he didn't notice the sudden turn DK took off the main track, nor the sudden drop earned from driving casually off a cliff and dropping into a parachute glide towards a glittering glade below.

The landing is a watery one, but the flooded glade itself is at most ankle-deep. Once he'd turned the kart off and hopped out to a wet landing on his feet, DK snorted when he noticed Mario was still death clutching the kart, face frozen in a grimace and eyes screwed shut.

"Careful, your face'll stick like that." DK grinned, sidling around the kart until he could give Mario's hat a pop forward to knock it into his eyes. "C'mon, loser. We're here."

It was only after he had to straighten his hat out did Mario stir, seemingly taking his first breath since they'd first hit a turn too hard and sputtering through it. "You're nuts! I thought you were supposed to be dropping me off, not drOPPING me-ah off a mountain side?!" Shifting his frustration towards the slowly retreating Kong, Mario can't help but blink and look around at the area. "This isn't-...uh."

The glade is flooded with shallow waters, and ripples are left behind DK's feet and fist as he sloshed forward and turned to give Mario a raised brow. "You coming, or what?"

"...coming to what?" Mario grumbled, throwing himself up over the kart and thankfully not landing on his face this time. Though his knees hit the shallow water briefly before rose and stumbled over to the Kong's side. "This isn't the place we all started in, if you didn't notice."

A snort and a head shake later, DK doesn't spare the other's proddings a glance as he heads towards the center of the large, watery circle in the middle of the forest. "Whaaat? I had no idea. Thanks for telling me where things are in my own damned kingdom." He added, stopping after a moment when they'd made it more to the center of the glade when they were equal distance from every wall of trees in the distance, which was oddly far - perhaps a half mile of nothingness but the subtle shine of the water in the developing moonlight. "Heh. Can't you just chill for a minute? I was gonna show you a reason to come out here some time."

"Hmm?" Expression flustered out of annoyance for the Jungle Kingdom prince's persistence in poking fun at his expense, Mario couldn't help but feel a bit curious about the random bog they seemed to be sloshing around in. "A reason to come out to some wet nothingness and stand around in the dark?"

"I mean...I wouldn't be against that either." DK joked, though he pushed its authenticity by reaching out to scoot a large paw behind the other's lower back and drag him in close to the Kong's side. Once in place, DK rose onto his hind legs and waited.

"U-uh?" Mario questioned the action, eyes swiveling from DK to behind his shoulder where the other's palm rested against his back. A gloved hand rises to cup his own cheek again and lean into it, sighing. "You're always so difficult, you know?"

"Walking back and waiting in the kart is like the least difficult thing you've had to do today. But I guess you're too curious to do that, huh?" DK knew he was right too when Mario's core temperature seemed to rise a degree or two under his palm. Which wasn't the worst thing for the flare up of racer's wrist he had going on and now had a willing participant to stand there while he ground his wrist in place against rough denim.

"Maybe not..." Mario changed his mind with a shrug, though to what, DK couldn't be sure.

"Come again?" He pushed, glancing down and finding it hard to see much of the other except the sheen from his eyes pouring through the deepening night.

"Well-" He was cut off by a sudden intrusion of lights - each a shade of pink or soft purple lighting up one by one around them and spreading out across the barren landscape only to show it wasn't as barren as he thought in the dark. For the half mile all around them, water lillies bloomed and their petals seemed to almost absorb the moonlight above until they radiated a portion themselves, dying it the color of their petals. "Wow-...there's so many."

DK nodded, somewhat smug the other seemed so impressed that he'd even forgotten to relay his earlier comment. Not that DK was going to let him. "-hey. You were saying?" Now able to see his company a little clearer thanks to the field of flower lights, DK leaned down to hear better, his tie's end draping until it tickled the back of Mario's neck.

With a swat or two that turned into a half-hearted grab and squeeze of the cloth, Mario sighed and tilted his head up to regard the Kong with one eye open, though its shade under the soft pink and purple hues almost seemed a shade of lavender than blue. "...I just meant that-...you know!" Frustrated, he squished his feet up and down in the flooded ground, he finally opted for pressing his cheek into his gloved hand again - this time with the DK imprinted end of the tie included. "...'the easiest thing'? It's...being out here with you."

DK had already turned his attention down and reddened noting the fate of his tie. Though instead of wresting it back and give a warning growl, he decided he was fine with the arrangement for now. Well, until he realized he could lean his head back and slowly lift Mario off his feet as long as the other held on to the tie.

A little 'hup' from Mario and a surprised kick towards the ground that once held him was his last duty for standing that night as far as DK was concerned as the Kong took a moment to balance large hands beneath the other's hamstrings and then scooted him up against his chest to rest in place. Though there was little resting at first when DK took the moment to lean in and grumble. "...I'm 'easy', huh?"

"Oh come on-...not what I meant!" Mario protested only to soon find his face pressed close to DK's while the Kong prince smiled briefly before pressing in to pass it to Mario's mouth. Well - his mustache first since it was in the way.

For the moment they remain locked together, DK only moved to hike the other up higher when he felt Mario's gloves gripping at the fur along the back of his neck and hanging on tight, and only slid his tongue forward to meet the breathy exhale Mario emitted, mid-break in contact that left them both a second for air before their mouths began a round of crashing quietly together as the distant sounds of karts crashing continued on into the night.

#//i wrote it kinna fast so hopefully u like it =w=#//ive had fog brain all daaay and sleepy #allthefandomsyoucanaskfor #//there's not a tooon out there now cuz the movie hype died down hehe #donkario #//i can only write tsunderey apparently so mario is tsundere too :I #alexa play simple and clean by utada hikaru #donkey kong #donkey kong x mario

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crack-canon · 5 months

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Inspired by the post where I drew Adamn as an Animal Crossing Crocodile

I present to you

HC Personalities LR : don’t care about gender rule

Peppy , Normal, Smug , Fatherly/Motherly , Peppy/Peppy , Jock

More headcanons below

Polyblank would totally go by Polyblanc. He’s heavily based off Bow and a bit off iDogs

The back of his head definitely has a battery slot and a stamp that says “N6”

He has now mouth but he still uses text emotes and letters : T ^ T : D : <

When he speaks his voice levels is all over the place

He ONLY gifts the anatomy model and human skeleton

“A7 y0uR S3rVic3!”

Percival carefully dyes his fur to differentiate himself from his older brother

I just love how tiny Perci is in relation to their brother

The Editor keeps his round bed.

Percival has the basic house size and a basement // His theme is probably like Neo-Tokoyo mixed with Iron Set

The Editor has a custom home : max front, 2nd Upgrade Top Floor, Basic Left/Right, Basic Basement // His Theme is Ritzy. The second floor is Cityscape. He has pictures of other villagers he has relations with

With a high enough level, The Editor has a low low chance to gift a gold piece or gold blueprint // If bothered enough while stung, he’ll gift medicine but not without chiding you for your slow reaction time

Percival often gifts clock blue prints or clothes

The Editor: “Say thank you Eddy!~”

Percival: “Ayu…”

Hudson and Cordelia Darling as a Bull and a deer. Theyve got a full entry floor and two small rooms on the sides used as bedrooms

They have a kitschy style and their kids rooms is a wooden block set but colorful

Their often not seen too far from each other and can be often found with Hudson dancing while Cordelia sings // Hudson could be found often gifting things to his wife

I like to think Hudson doesn’t say shit and instead just uses tons emotes while there’s an empty speech bubble

Hudson often gifts Wooden Block furniture (base and customized) and other wood based items, implying he built everything in his kids’ bedroom

Cordelia gifts food based gifts that require cooking or fruit themed blueprints

You can always go to the both of them for medicine

Cordelia: “Darlin!”

Hudson: “ *snort* “

And the Darling twins plus Mommy and Daddy’s playmate ( *fawns and bull )

The kids can be found outside from 8am - 4pm often running around or head butting trees to try and get some fruits or bothering Cowboy inside his own home // They’re bound to be seen interacting with exterior furniture and displays

The kids are never too far from other characters and never go to the higher levels unless there’s a grown up up there or the Villager

Amaryllis and Bellis gift bugs, picked flowers, and building stacks of 5 materials (except wood. Who tf would give a kid an axe) // Fence off your flower patches if you don’t want em ruined

Cowboy would totally be labeled Jock but have a computer based home with mainframes // He has a Max upgrade front and base 2nd floor and it’s just filled with those old computer towers

Cowboy can be found at all hours randomly inside The Darling’s Home (The Darlings turn off their lights at 11)

The cowboy also gifts bugs but also gifts rusted computer chips quite often

Amaryllis (right) : “HAI !!!”

Bellis (left) : “Hai !!”

Cowboy / Beau : “ha- Howdy!”

#animal crosing new horizons #animal crossing #animal crossing oc #Jazzpunk #the editor

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Percianca ~ Time

"And last but not least. Dessert !"

Honestly, I wasn't even surprised. At least not anymore. The world had changed, people had changed, customs had changed, heck, even language had changed ! So what was so crazy about eating blue cookies ? I didn't know. Probably nothing at all. At least that's what Percy's nonchalance let me understand.

So blue food it was. Delicious blue food, mind you. One crucial thing I had learnt during this long week was that Sally Jackson was a divine cook. Actually that she was divine at everything she did. Cooking was just another of her many ways to show how she was the kindest woman there ever was.

The kindest woman... This idea resonated in her in a way that seemed to suggest that there were memories there, once upon a time. She wasn't sure, she could probably never be again, but everytime she looked at Sally Jackson, it was like the image of another woman was mixing itself with hers. Not only her, every face felt as unknown as familiar. As friendly as frightening. Though this must be because of the whole "monsters are all around and constantly tracking you down thanks to your smell" thing that popped up in her life a few weeks ago.

That's the reason why this week had been so crazy. That and Percy, of course. The boy couldn't slow down to save his own life. How had all of this begin, again ? I wasn't quite sure, my memory still let me down from time to time since me and Nico joined Camp Half-Blood. But I was pretty sure I was responsible. One second we were talking about New-York and how little I could recognize of it, and the next Percy was dragging me around Time Square, introducing me to the wonder that were hotdogs.

"I'll show you around my city !" He had said. Of course I refused at first. What about Nico ? What if he gets lost ? What if there are monsters attacking us ? What if Camp is under attack while we're gone ? What if Travis and Connor play a prank on us and go through our things while we're gone ? What if we come back too late and get eaten by the harpies ? What if Mr. D. forgets about us while we're away and doesn't let us in again ?

I didn't voice out all of those concerns. Maybe none, actually. I think I just...turned red, and mute. Why did I do that again ? Oh ! Yes.

"But it's miles from here. And I'm pretty sure you can't go through New-York in a day. Except if that changed too."

"What about more than a day, then ? It's winter break, you can crash at home and I'll be your guide for the week."

Yeah, that was it.

"You can crash at home" She shouldn't have reacted like that. It didn't make sense to react like that. She had been sharing a cabin with dozens of kids, dozens of boys, for the past two months. Surely "crashing" at Percy's was nothing compared to it.

How wrong was she, but not how she could have ever expected.

She slept in the couch, each morning being awaken by the delicious smell of breakfast, so delicious that she knew what she'd wish to have every morning at camp from now.

The daytime was far from this comforting atmosphere but nonetheless memorable.

Parks, amusement parks, restaurants, cinema (with color, mind you), museums, libraries... (Yes the last two were from Annabeth's recommendation list, the discovery was even for Percy and I).

It was as nothing I had done before. As no fun I had ever experienced.

A half-blood's life is dangerous, stressful, hurtful, short. So it was nice to enjoy the most of it for a few days.

Percy filled me in on everything that had flew me by while I was in the Lotus Hotel. All this time I had lost caught on in a week ? Certainly not. But all my sorrow and stress washed away in the same amount of days ? Yes, definitely.

I came back in the present by the sound of a snap or two.

"Earth to Bianca. Is that the sight of blue that freezes you like that ?"

I smiled almost goofily. "Just the surprise."

"Wait till you've had a bite !" He smiled, letting me see the crumbs already at the corners of his lips.

So I did as he said, and with just a bite, I knew I had another reason to come back here and do that again soon. If I needed any.

@them-awesome-rarepairs

#pjorarepairs2022 #percianca #biancy #percy x bianca #percy jackson x bianca di angelo #percy jackson #bianca di angelo #time #fanfiction #my fanfiction #shippys

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Reader’s Corner: Fly Me to the Moon (Vols. 12 and 13), Kubo Won’t Let Me Be Invisible (Vol. 4), and Sugar Apple Fairy Tale (Vol. 1)

News of a second season of Banished From the Hero’s Party recently dropped, and coincidentally, we have a review of the newest volume of the manga to share with you today, along with volume one of Sugar Apple Fairy Tale, also soon to be adapted into an anime! Today’s column also features reviews of several other romantic series, including the first bound volume of Shonen Jump favorite, Blue Box; the latest volume of Kubo Won’t Let Me Be Invisible; and the outlier, volume two of that series with a suitably outlandish title, Crazy Food Truck!

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Blue Box, Manga Vol. 1

My most anticipated manga has finally released physically in English, and I’m absolutely thrilled! Blue Box has been a story I’ve been deeply interested in and excited for. It’s about a young badminton player, Taiki, who ends up having a huge crush on his upperclassman, Chinatsu, after seeing how hard she plays basketball. While he looks for chances to talk to her, he never imagines they’ll get a lot closer (after a certain event) than just catching each other at the gym! He hopes that maybe she’ll start to like him the same way he likes her, but until that time comes, he keeps giving his all in badminton and encourages her to follow her dreams too. When I think of the perfect blend of blooming romance and sports, this manga right here captures it all! Taiki is a precious little bean who is respectable, adorable, thoughtful, and charming in his own awkward way. Not only do I deeply love both Taiki and Chinatsu, but the art style is perfection! There is such a softness at just the right moment, and then an intensity with action scenes—I really love the superb balance of capturing both. This is such a wonderful story, and I’m so thankful for its release because I deeply love everything about it! A great supporting cast of characters, a fantastic hero to follow, and the subtle fierceness of sports mixed with soft “romance” is everything I could want. Highly recommend it! ~ Laura A. Grace

Blue Box is published by VIZ Media.

Formerly, the Fallen Daughter of the Duke, Manga Vol. 3

I very much enjoyed reading this latest volume of Formerly, the Fallen Daughter of the Duke! This volume opened up with Claire finally being at the ball where Vik will choose his future bride, despite not receiving an invitation. Thankfully, the question of how things will unfold regarding Claire and her role in Vik’s life still are answered quickly. However, this volume had a new intensity that hasn’t been shown thus far in the series. Not saying there hasn’t been danger because that magical tornado in volume two was definitely a danger, but this time I feel the threat is more personal when Claire herself is in danger from two new villains. But Charlotte, Claire’s half-sister, is the real villain in this series. We’re finally seeing her true colors and just how horrible of a manipulator and character she is. I definitely dislike her a lot more than I did when I first started this series, even though I second the original creator’s comment in the afterword saying it’s hard to hate her because her character design is so cute. Ha! My only disappointment with this volume is how fast I read it. I felt so bummed at the end when I realized I had read all of it and couldn’t see what happens next in Claire’s life. As a result, I am eagerly anticipating the next volume’s release to see what will unfold! ~ Laura A. Grace

Formerly, the Fallen Daughter of the Duke is published by TokyoPop.

READ: Formerly, the Fallen Daughter of the Duke Reviews (Vol. 1 // Vol. 2)

Crazy Food Truck, Manga Vol. 2

For those who don’t know, Crazy Food Truck follows the adventures of Gordon, a food truck driver and former soldier, and Arisa, a super-powered, mostly naked female soldier and huge eater. They travel looking for customers in the food truck, while keeping Arisa safe from those trying to find her. Volume two kicks off where volume one ended and keeps these characters on the move looking for more food options and customers. They encounter ghost towns, giant animals, and danger along the way. We also meet Arisa’s sister, who is likewise super-powered and is controlled by some shadowy government agencies. Volume two continues to be wild and all over the place. It has action, food, and more action, making for a fast-paced story. I’ve been loving every moment of it, but I can’t necessarily recommend it to everyone given how it portrays Arisa, and while she’s less nude than in volume one, there’s a lot of skin shown. Those for whom that is an issue would be wise to avoid this series. That said, if you want a wild, post-apocalyptic ride with a food truck driver and a girl trying to stay safe while figuring out the mystery behind her own powers, check it out. ~ MDMRN

Crazy Food Truck is published by VIZ Media.

Sugar Apple Fairy Tale, Light Novel Vol. 1

After her mother’s death, Anne follows in her footsteps to become a Silver Sugar Master, in order to create a special candy that she can offer up at her grave. However, in order to make it in time to the royal capital where the competition that crowns a Silver Sugar Master is held, she must traverse the dangerous Bloody Highway. To protect herself, Anne does something she hates the thought of and buys a fairy slave to be her bodyguard. Anne wants to treat her fairy, Challe, more as a friend than a slave, but Challe is cold to her and refuses to do anything unless Anne outright orders him. And that isn’t the only challenge that awaits Anne on her journey… First, I was pleasantly surprised at how the slavery aspect was addressed. As much as Anne wants to befriend him, Challe makes it clear that there can be no sort of “friendship” as long as Anne holds control of him as her slave. While he does warm up to her over the course of the volume, it is clear that his enslavement is a huge roadblock in their relationship. There’s also a good look at how Anne is trying to deal with her mother’s death, and how that drives her desire to become a Silver Sugar Master. I’m not quite as much of a fan of the third major character in the story, Anne’s “hopeless suitor” Jonas, who is unpleasant in a lot of ways; but at least things involving him are wrapped up in the volume in a fairly satisfying way. Overall, this volume was enjoyable enough to recommend to those who enjoy shoujo-style light novels. ~ stardf29

Sugar Apple Fairy Tale is published by Yen Press.

Miss Miyazen Would Love to Get Closer to You, Manga Vol. 1

I am so very thankful for manga recommendations from other people! If it hadn’t been for my friend Shae at ShaeGeeksOut on YouTube recommending Miss Miyazen Would Love to Get Closer to You, I would have completely missed out on this super-cute read! This heart-warming story centers on a former troublemaker, Sota, and a prim-and-proper “princess,” Sakura. While it seems they are from two different worlds and potentially have nothing in common, that doesn’t stop them both from secretly wanting to get to know each other. But they can’t seem to find their footing and actually have a conversation! These two are so precious to watch as their romance slowly unfolds through a series of misunderstandings and attempts to talk to one another! I will be quick to say that I absolutely loved this story! However, as soon as it arrived in the mail, I pushed it off on my husband since I knew he was looking for a romantic comedy to read. I was completely thrilled that he enjoyed it too! We both laughed more than once when reading, and I personally couldn’t get over these characters’ attempts to talk to each other as they end up misunderstanding one another or start blushing. It was so cute! The art is also excellent, and I really loved the character designs and expressions. I would highly recommend this manga if you’re looking for a cute, drama-free romantic comedy! I know it’s going to be a great series, and I can’t wait for the release of volume two! ~ Laura A. Grace

Miss Miyazen Would Love to Get Closer to You is published by Kodansha.

Banished from the Hero’s Party: I Decided to Live a Quiet Life in the Countryside, Manga Vol. 3

When you’re a person of consequence, it’s difficult to live a life free of the responsibility of your power. Rit, the princess, and Red, the brilliant brother of the hero, continue their attempt to live out an idyllic existence as village apothecaries. But the past is chasing them down in the form of a one-time comrade, a traitor, and a mysterious man who may be most formidable of all. Volume three of Banished From the Hero’s Party continues to put forth all those good vibes that come along with the blossoming, cottagecore-brushed relationship between Rit and Red, but tensions are quickly rising. A considerable part of these chapters are spent on the turncoat Dir, providing the mangaka an opportunity to give more context for both Red’s relationship with Rit in the past and for his camaraderie with his former party, including his sister, whom we learn much more about in these chapters. She is equal parts dopey and terrifying. The fantasy elements of the tale are becoming stronger, accompanied and strengthened by Masahiro Ikeno’s beautiful artwork. I’m still most compelled by the peaceful elements of the story, but as it turns more and more toward adventure, I’m hopeful that the story will continue on this upward trajectory. ~ Twwk

Banished From the Hero’s Party is published by Yen Press.

READ: Banished from the Hero’s Party: I Decided to Live a Quiet Life in the Countryside (Manga) Reviews (Vol. 1 // Vol. 2)

Fly Me to the Moon, Manga Vols. 12-13

These volumes build on the previously introduced plot thread of Nasa’s job at a girls’ high school. There’s a discussion of whether Tsukasa is jealous—and should she be? We have some comedic encounters with specific students. In volume thirteen, we finally get a proper introduction to a mysterious student named Kaguya; her name implies a connection to the moon. Nasa has a mysterious dream about his wife. Oh, and now Aya wants Nasa to dig a pond, which leads to Tsukasa discovering how cool her husband can be. Later, thanks to Aya’s bullying, Nasa and Tsukasa get dragged out to a “haunted” mansion by the school film club (hilariously, the students actually recognize Aya as a content creator!). It kind of looks like we might be heading toward an encounter between moon-associated Tsukasa and moon-associated Kaguya. It is hard to know what to say about this series at this point. It’s still the sweet romantic comedy with nerdy references and hints of mystery that it’s always been. You probably know by now if you like it, so I’m not sure what else to write about. I still like this manga and plan to keep reading it. ~ Jeskai

Fly Me to the Moon is published by VIZ Media.

READ: Fly Me to the Moon Reviews (Vol. 1 // Vol. 2 // Vol. 3 // Vol. 5 // Vol. 6 // Vol. 7 // Vol. 8 // Vol. 9 // Vol. 10 // Vol. 11)

Kubo Won’t Let Me Be Invisible, Manga Vol. 4

Kubo and Shiraishi finally go on their first date! Of course, this being a romcom manga, it’s not like an “official” real date, but it might as well be. And the result? The date, taking place over several chapters, is equal parts cute and meh, the former because that’s what Kubo Won’t Let Me Be Invisible excels at—”aww” moments between the leads when they watch a movie together, or compare their heights with one another, or touch each other’s hair—and the latter when the series tries to be more serious, such as when it sexualizes Kubo or tries to create a bit of physical intimacy between the leads. The artwork in this series is amateurish and, in fact, feels like it’s regressed somewhat over the volumes. The characters are cutesy but not detailed, and many panels appear half-finished. So when there’s supposed to be some sort of sexual tension between Kubo and the very comically-drawn Shiraishi, it feels out of place, as if the mangaka doesn’t know his own series. Those scenes, combined with the fairly dull early chapters in volume four, remind me that, by this point, Kubo Won’t Let Me Be Invisible is what it is: A romcom with plenty of cute moments that’s good for filling time, but which won’t ever leave you clamoring for more. ~ Twwk

Kubo Won’t Let Me Be Invisible is published by VIZ Media.

READ: Kubo Won’t Let Me Be Invisible Reviews (Vol. 1 // Vol. 2 // Vol. 3)

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Chapter 2: New Inspiration

Narrated by Nikki.

Yoyo: Come on, let me take you to my friend’s store!

Narrator: The colorful melody was without end.

Narrator: The waves of people were like schools of colorful fish swimming in this sea for themselves.

Narrator: Walking behind Yoyo, I felt like an unremarkable strand of seaweed, swallowed up in the limitless tides.

Narrator: Yoyo stopped in front of a clothing store with a distinct, extravagant style.

Narrator: The glass facade was full of concert posters, and the door was covered with colorful feathers.

Narrator: Facing a store with such a bold style, I suddenly felt that I didn’t dare to enter.

Yoyo: Here it is, come meet the owner!

Narrator: Yoyo pulled me inside.

Narrator: Inside, it was bright and spacious, and warmly lit by the lamps of all shapes hanging above.

Narrator: The clothes in the store were all hung in this way, too.

Narrator: The bold colors and novel tailoring were showing the designer’s confident and unique style.

Narrator: A man in a suit and a pink vest waved to Yoyo as he walked toward us.

Narrator: He revealed a pair of platforms at least ten centimeters high under the plaid wide-hem skirt.

Narrator: This must be the owner.

Narrator: His eyes paused on me, then flicked over me from head to toe.

Owner: You must be Nikki. Is this your first time coming to The Circles?

Owner: All the clothes here are my own designs; feel free to try whichever you like. I’ll let Yoyo to show you around.

Narrator: Yoyo stuffed several skirts and tops with bright colors and unique shapes into my arms.

Yoyo: Here, try this, and this... and this... and this...

Nikki: These... won’t suit me, don’t you think?

Yoyo: You won’t know until you try.

Narrator: Slowly, I walked out of the dressing room... and in a mirror, saw a brand new me.

Owner: Here, try pairing that with this bag.

Narrator: Unbeknownst to me, the store owner had come to my side. He handed me a small messenger bag shaped like a backpack.

Narrator: The mirror showed me a wilder side of my personality, with the messenger bag adding an unconventional youth to the ensemble.

Nikki: So I can be like this...

Owner: Never thought you could manage this kind of mixed style, did you?

Owner: If you never try, you’ll never know what brilliant possibilities you’re missing. That goes for fitting clothes to clothes, and clothes to people.

Owner: It is this unbridled freshness that has attracted so many young people with strong personalities.

Owner: So it forms the mix and match style exclusive to the Settlement.

Narrator: After leaving the boutique, Yoyo showed me around, but I kept thinking about the mix-match style the boutique’s owner mentioned. What exactly was it?

Choose either “It’s attention-grabbing styles and bright colors” or “It’s the style that takes no restrictions.”

If “attention,” ...

You: It’s attention-grabbing styles with bright, distinct colors.

Narrator: True, the young people here are so brightly dressed, even their hair is in all colors of the rainbow!

If “no restrictions,” ...

You: Mix-match style is the style that takes no restrictions; it’s all about one’s unique personality and expression.

Narrator: True! Here, many people are wearing their clothes inside-out or layering multiple jackets. It really is about one’s unique personality!

Narrator: Looking closer at everyone’s outfits, I found that the young people here enjoyed breaking every existing rule about what matched.

Narrator: Their styles and dress were free from restriction and definition. Every fresh thought was mixed in without a thought for rules.

Narrator: I slowly began to understand the core of the mix-match style.

Choose “What’s the core of mix-match style, Nikki?”

You: What’s the core of mix-match style, Nikki?

Narrator: I think, it is that there are no set rules about aesthetic or popular custom...

Narrator: Or, if it needs a definition, the only definition is to break the rules and follow one’s imagination to recklessly express oneself.

Yoyo: If you want to become unique, you need to change your mindset and break the rules of the past.

Yoyo: It’s the same for that design competition, too, Nikki!

Narrator: The answer to the problem that had been troubling me became clear, and a preliminary design slowly formed in my mind.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

#nikki #shining nikki #chapter 2 #new inspiration #transcript #sr designer #apple #apple federation #punk #unique #colors #the circles #try something new #break the rules #mix and match

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void-botanist · 1 year

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NaNo '22 Complete!

Word goal: 50,000

Words written: 50,363

I kinda messed up with posting my progress the last two weeks, but I won! In a lot of ways, this is the easiest NaNo I've ever done, though of course I still had plenty of days where I was like, "I don't want to write any of this what is this outline" or "how exactly did I think this would work" and I definitely should have also been paying more attention to schoolwork, ha. Once I hit my final word count and got the coveted daily par badge, I immediately went in and removed about 8k words from my draft folder in Scrivener. When I wrote them, I felt like they fit, but they turned out to be stepping stones toward better ideas. I also restructured things a bit to hopefully make time flow better. Some interesting things that got added over the course of NaNo:

Anni's introduction, prior to her going to meet Hoven, is now waking up at Zel's rather than getting ready at home, so I get to introduce them together and give them additional time to be cute and flirtatious and develop Zel's character. A side effect of this was giving Dez more time to be impatient to hear about what happened with Hoven, and hence more time to do art with Julian.

Dez has no electrical charge, so he can't use standard capacitive touchscreens (i.e. what most touchscreen devices in our world have. I spent a while learning about styluses and such and it turns out that's complicated, and honestly it's funnier if he, the literal computer person, cannot use computers with his own fingers).

A whole lighthouse. Because when I realized Elbas Island did not have one I could not resist. I haven't decided what pattern it has yet though.

One of the Elbas Island Councillors working with Anni to set up a cover story for when she goes through customs with Dez in her suitcase. The story completely banks on said Councillor recently managing to import a used set of paint coloring and mixing machines, so of course the next step for their fictional vision for the island is "animatronics", a term they chose not because it fits Dez at all but because it sounds more innocent than "robot".

Currently, I'm ironing out the dramatic betrayal scene I wrote in the final days of NaNo, in which one of Dez's new friends tells the Council that perhaps they shouldn't be giving Dez a chance at communally supported citizenship if he doesn't plan on staying around and being part of the community, and Dez starts to worry that this really isn't going to work after all. But that's mostly happening in my head, because it's final projects season now. :D:

#writing #nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2022 #wip #wip: tfa #wizardly things

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lusciakoushiro · 1 year

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July

With it being CCR day I present the reveal;

This was my favorite of the three domes I had made. I loved everything about this and I couldn't have been prouder of myself.

I had one more dome remaining, but was unsure what I wanted to do, so I went on another art YouTube binge. I'm not quite sure how it became in my feed, but apparently painting on glass was a popular trend a year or two ago. More specifically drawing anime characters on glass. I was completely captivated by it and wondered if I could use the technique to create a custom phone case of my avatar.

The lines are slightly thicker than I had hoped, especially for the small surface, but I couldn't find the extra fine oil based Sharpie anywhere, but for my first attempt I was actually impressed.

I under estimated how much paint I actually used, not knowing how how many layers it would actually take, but you know what? I found the process so soothing! I knew it was taking awhile but I lost myself in it and not once did I feel like the process dragged on. This is also the first time I used a piece of my own art for something like this.

I had so much fun with the phone case that I decided to pick up some cheap frames at the dollar store. This time I chose Hythlodaeus as he became my favorite character in FFXIV, but also for one of his lines in Ultima Thule; "Ours is the power to weave the fabric of reality. Ours is the power to create!"

Again the lines are a little thick, but easier to manage with the larger canvas. I also used a black acrylic paint marker for the smaller details. And unlike my phone case I was gonna need to make a back drop since the dollar store frames only had a cardboard backing, so while the paint marker dried I attempted to make a galaxy background.

Honestly it's not terrible, but boy did it make a hell of a mess lol

Like my phone case I didn't know how much paint was needing to be layered, but also like my phone case I just lost myself in it again. It's honestly now one of my favorite projects to do just because if how relaxing it is for me.

I love how this turned out! Every step of this I enjoyed. It's also a nice hobby on the cheap too. $1.25 for a frame and roughly $1 per bottle of paint (which I think I only used five, maybe six colors without mixing) and I got something I really love? I call that a win.

Where as I found a new hobby I really enjoyed and will definitely revisit again, a thought had crossed my mind and it was time to actually work on projects I had started, one being four years ago, while I had the base of another for that long and the third I only started last November. But for one reason or another I put them aside, but now? Now was the time to see what I could do with them.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #hythades #glass painting #ocs #custom #phone cases #final fantasy vii #ff7 #zack fair #aerith #snowglobe

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plan a tuggerlurina wedding 🙏

AAAAA YES

Also wow holy shit this turned out long I am so sorry

With them, there is no "wife planning the entire wedding while husband has no input," all the wedding planning is split equally between the two. Thankfully, they are in agreement with most of each other's inputs and suggestions and the wedding planning, while stressful, goes fairly smooth!

They opt for a middle size wedding. While both of them have over-the-top flashy personalities, I think they would prefer to have their wedding a mix of large-scale but also only inviting their closest friends and family to the reception.

I'm taking inspiration from my cousin's wedding for the venue. The two rent out an old abandoned building that's been remodeled for weddings and other events to still have that old building aesthetic but without the actual draftiness.

Not only does it vibe with their own aesthetics, it also allows them infinite possibilities for decorating. Bombalurina is really good at taking cheaper decorations and making them look expensive and this skill comes in handy for making the venue look like they spent thousands on decorating when they didn't.

Their color scheme is a combination of black and bright gold + red. Bombalurina absolutely wears a black wedding dress, I will not take any criticisms on that. Tugger actually decides to take a more classic approach and wears a tux, but his tie still has that signature leopard print design because of course it does.

Their wedding parties are fairly small. Bombalurina's Maid of Honor is Demeter, of course. (Bombalurina was Demeter's Maid of Honor at her and Munk’s wedding) Her bridesmaids are Cassandra, Rumpleteazer and Victoria.

Tugger’s Best Man is Munkustrap. Again, he was Munk’s Best Man at his and Dem’s wedding, which is mostly because of tradition though Munk absolutely takes his duties as Best Man more seriously than Tugger did. (Not that Tugger didn’t take his duties as Best Man seriously, but he was definitely more laid-back about the whole thing compared to Munk) The groomsmen are Misto, Jerrie and Plato.

Jemima gets to be the flower girl and Pounce the ring-bearer, of course.

It’s tradition in all my AUs, whether cat or human, that Old Deut is the minister for all Jellicle weddings. Because Bombalurina’s parents are no longer in the picture, Gus walks her down the aisle. I think Gus is often chosen by many of the Jellicles whose parents are no longer around to be the one to walk them down the aisle, and he considers it an honor every time.

During the wedding, the waterworks are real. Tugger is crying, Bombalurina is crying, Old Deut is crying, Demeter is crying, Jenny and Jelly (who I hc to have raised Tugger) are cying, Munk pretends he isn’t crying but he absolutely is.

Tugger barely gets through his vows without sniffling, vows that he wrote the years in advance because he knew Bombalurina was the one. Bombalurina responds by admitting she wrote her vows literally that morning while she was getting her hair done, which has everyone in the room laughing and Tugger somehow falls in love with her even more.

Their first kiss as a married couple is wet and messy due to all the tears, but it’s also the most perfect kiss they’ve ever shared.

The reception is in the same room as the wedding to keep things simple. Tugger and Bombalurina absolutely invested in an open bar, and the music is a mix of cheesy pop songs you would expect at a wedding, along with a playlist of some of Tugger and Bombalurina’s favorite songs.

Bombie changes into a shorter and easier to move in black cocktail dress, and the party begins. Jenny and Jelly assisted with all the food, including the cake which is simple but still beautiful. Misto helped create a custom cake topper of Tugger and Bomba a surprise for them.

During speeches, Munk goes first. Munk admits during his speech he had originally intended to make his speech more on the humorous side, but in the end he couldn’t bring himself to do it and speaks from the heart about how happy he is that his brother is marrying someone so wonderful as Bombalurina and how perfect they are for each other. Demeter’s speech is along the same lines, but she does throw in a few punches about how she was worried about Tugger’s character when he and Bombalurina first got together, but eventually she came around, especially after seeing the pair together.

They also do the parents dance, something Jenny and Jelly insisted on. They take turns dancing with Tugger, with Old Deut stepping in to dance with his son and once again tell him how happy he is for him. Bombalurina dances with Gus, though Jenny and Jelly step in to dance with their new daughter-in-law.

There’s a lot of drinking and a lot of dancing after that, with the reception not officially ending until late in the night when almost everyone is tired and slightly tipsy. In fact, Tugger and Bomba don’t engage in any of the usual after wedding activities if you catch my drift because of how exhausted they are. (They make up for it though during the honeymoon though, so it’s fine!)

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delgado22allen · 2 years

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