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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 1 month

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So what was the thought process you and @twinanimatronics had for Moon and DJMM being besties?

Like I know that's a huge fanon thing (though i think y'all were one of the early ones) but is it something yall based on game data or character analysis?

Ohhh!!!

A pretty good question.

I think part of it had to do with @factual-fantasy's wonderful au and comics of the DJ being very close buds with Sun and Moon.

But I think there was a bit more to it then that.

I think I just wanted a fanfiction mostly centered around Moon and the DJ's friendship because they're both Security bots and are the only two animatronics in the Pizzaplex that go back to being "mainly chill" after their initial segment. (Moon showing up at every hourly recharge being super easy to avoid outside his initial Daycare Segment and Sun just stays in the slide all other times)

I also remember seeing the headcanon in @paper-lilypie's old comics that Moon had a music box, which was a popular hc, that Ceph and I have actually proved to be canon with our rabid exploring of the Pizzaplex map like its an archeological dig site.

Made me get to thinking if Moon used his music box often, what songs would he use?

Also got me thinking about how the DJ makes up his own songs on rotation to avoid copyright. He's essentially an AI generated song prompt, but far more endearing and self-aware. DJMM makes his own bouncer chase music to capture Gregory and that's pretty endearing to me.

Thought about Moon stealing DJ's songs to use in his music box. (and yes, I know real life music boxes are made with a set song in mind and he can't rotate them unless there are discs in there. But idk. lol don't think about the mechanics of this too hard of how a music box actually works)

Made me think that Moon would like relaxing Lofi beats that the DJ would make for him.

Lofi Beats to Capture Children to was initially planned to be five chapters. Just showing glimpses into the lives of DJMM and Moon interacting, from a more DJ-themed perspective, with the pov changing between Moon and the DJ...

But I kept adding more things into there.

Once I realized Sun had to be a character in this, the perspective strictly stayed with Sun and Moon.

Like an OC that was meant to just be a foil, and die for character development for the Daycare Attendant turned out to be more complex then I thought as he just became a worse version of myself and I wanted to see him get better so I made a spin-off entirely about him.

I realized I wanted to have Vanny in this, because I love Vanessa. I wanted to show the toxic but completely codependent relationship the DCA has with Vanessa. Because... Well, let's face it, Vanessa is a non-character in her own game. Many fans don't love her in the way I do. Even the most hard wired DCA fans don't really have anything to say about Vanny/Vanessa.... and either ignore she exists... or she's a meangirl background character not important to the plot. Despite the fact that Vanny and Moon's relationship is the driving force for so many things that happen in Security Breach. To the point where the Daycare Attendant is literally a thematic parallel to the Vanny/Vannessa relationship... Something I've been screaming about since Security Breach came out and no one listened.... But I was right. To the Point it's explicitly confirmed in Help Wanted 2.

And I also realized that if Sun was going to be a character, I had to establish life for them for a good chunk of it and how fast things go down. I had to determine whether I wanted them to be their separate things, or one person with DID. And ... While I do think that DID is actually canon..... it's something I don't have experience with writing, and I feel that I would end up saying or portraying it offensively. Especially since the DCA already kinda has the "bad alter" archetype in canon. Plus, to coexist with Twins where they get seperated and they're learning to be their own people... It just makes more sense to have a level of miscommunication between the two. So we understand Sun's fear and need for control. (like in canon Sun has no reason to string up fairylights in his dark room... other then just to never have moon switch over and make him uncomfortable. There's no kids in their room to capture. The generators can stay on in the pizzaplex and their room could be dark and the children would be safe. Sun is making it so Moon can't switch at all... and while that is horrible for Moon, it's important to see where that level of distrust and anger and controlling behavior stems from, and why Moon might be afraid of him in twins)

And If I wanted the DJMM to be friends with Moon, I also needed excuses for Moon to go there. I also needed to consider his relationship with the other Glamrocks and animatronics in the pizzaplex. I had to show how isolated Sun was and how much Sun cared for the kids, genuinely.

So the whole thing snowballed and it sometimes becomes intimidating to work on.

I guess long story short... The DJ is cool. And Moon is cool. I love them both and they make a really great non-verbal pair.

I absolutely love Lofi. So thanks for sending this ask. I know I haven't updated in awhile. But you think being unemployed would give me more freetime... lol but I'm mostly depressed and stressed.

#fnaf #lofi beats to capture children to #fnaf fanfic #danachan's asks #danachan's replies

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clover-hoe · 5 months

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It was after a particularly long battle. Not deadly, just long. Everyone was tired, and they had finally taken the second-to-last major city on the planet. Cody looked around, studying his vod. So many were shinies, brought in after the massacre on Umbara. He looked down, feeling the guilt rise in him, how he could not save his brothers, how he let them die, how- now was not the time. He had to find the general to tell him what Cody had made up his mind on during the siege. He slipped on the mask of professionalism, just until he could catch Obi-Wan alone.

As Cody walked to Obi-Wan's room, he began to doubt the decision he had made. What if I mess up? What if he doesn't feel the same, and Rex lied to me? He turned the last corner, and knocked on the Jedi's door.

“Come in!” said a tired voice from inside the general's room. Cody walked through the door. No turning back now.

The room was small, with just a kitchen area, couch, and a bed. Obi-Wan was sitting on the couch, feeding what seemed to be a battle report on a holo-pad.

“General, I would like to talk to you.” he blurted, the words forming before his mind could think of what he was saying.

“What is it, Commander?” Obi-Wan said softly. It was obvious to anyone that he had not slept in a few days, and even more so to Cody. Professionalism be damned, he needed a nap.

“Permission to speak freaky?”

“Of Course dear. You don't have to ask when it is just us.” Obi-Wan said while placing his holo-pad down and patting the cushion beside him. Cody could swear on the force he heard the general mumble something about Kaminoans and telling them to ask that.

Here goes nothing he thought as he took a breath. “I feel like I should have told you this a while ago, but it never felt like the right time and I felt like if I did it would hurt what balance is present and-” shit he thought to himself i'm rambling “-Anakin somehow found out you felt the same and he told Rex because of course he did, and then Rex told me thinking it would fuck with my brain, but,” Cody paused to look at Obi-Wan and, well…

He looked speechless. Cody could not, for the life of him, figure out if that was a good thing or not. Obi-Wan’s mouth was slightly open, caused by the words that just danced out of Cody's mouth. This did not help in the fact that Cody wanted to kiss him so badly.

“I just,” he sighed “I felt like this would be a appropriate time to bring it up, but since your doing work,” he pointed at the holo-pad “and you obviously have not slept in many days-”

“Cody,”

“-caf in your beard for force sake what was i thinking coming in here-”

“Cody!” the general said, sanping him out of the rant, “I'm confused, my dear. Did you just say-”

“It's fine, Obi-Wan. I will go.” He was starting to think this was a very bad idea. Cody grabbed his things and stood up faster than his body could handle.

“Cody, wait-” Obi-Wan started, but Cody was already on his heels, turning around food the door

As he was walking out, Cody could feel the confusion rolling off of Obi-Wan, and he understood why. This- whatever -was so unorganized and rushed, Cody was sure he forgot to say why he was in love in the first place. Turning around, he noticed that the other man was slightly closer to him than before. Cody crossed the five feet between them in record time, grabbed Obi-Wan, and wrapped his hands around the man's head.

“Cody, what's-” Obi-Wan's words were cut off with the overwhelming sensation of warmth on his lips. He was practically tearing apart inside, a small part of himself yelling to pull away, that he was not good enough for this, that he did not deserve this. The other part, the louder but more love-filled, practically screamed to lean in.

But it was over just as soon as it started, and Cody let go of Obi-Wan's face as he leaned back to continue turning around and walk out the door, leaving his general standing there, dumbfounded. Only then did Cody realize he did something that would one hundred percent get him decommissioned, if anyone was around to tell, of course. He looked back to see if the general was going to say anything, but to Cody's horror, a look of stern resolve was placed on his face.

— — — —

Obi-Wan had never felt so confused. His commander had just told him that he was in love (or that is what he got out of the interaction) and kissed him. Now Cody would not talk to him, at least not face-to-face. Whenever they were in a room together, alone or not, Cody's helmet was firmly secure on his head. This shift in tone was confusing for Obi-Wan, and the lack of anything-but-professional conversing between the two did not help. Obi-Wan truly hoped he would have a chance to talk to the commander some-time soon.

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i verymuch hope you can tell that its 2 in the morning and i cant do romance when im fully awake and functional, let alone at two am. anyho ima do a sequel/prequel to this (most likely this weekend or Monday, depending on how long it is). i would like to say that this is my way of dealing with my most recent ex. she refuses to tell people that we dated, and im just dumbfounded lol.

#guys im tierd #gona go to bed now lol #codywan #star wars #the clone wars #commander cody

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electrikworm · 2 months

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5 times Wrecker protected his siblings and 5 times they protected him: Chapter 1

During a mission, Wrecker keeps droids off of Crosshair's back.

Content warning: Blood and injury

This fic plays sometime during the Clone Wars before Echo joined the batch.

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“My position's been compromised.” Crosshair hisses into his comlink, taking out three B1 battle droids approaching him in quick succession.

It had been the perfect location for Crosshair to work from, a cliff overlooking the entirety of the small outpost they're clearing out. Now he had droids marching at him up the slope he himself climbed only fifteen minutes ago. Moving behind a slight raise in the rocks for better cover, Crosshair sighs. It's always something.

“I can't cover your backs if mines being shot at.” he continues, firing shot after shot at the approaching hoard.

“On it!” Wrecker responds, far louder than necessary. Crosshair has half a mind to snap at him for it, not that doing so in the past had ever made Wrecker manage his volume.

“We can do without Wrecker if you thin their numbers from up there Crosshair.” Hunter says. “Contact us when he reaches you.”

Crosshair hears the distressed screams of droids meeting a violent end at Wreckers hands long before he sees the oversized clone come up the slope. He is a little surprised at how fast Wrecker got there. He must have ran the whole way.

“He's here, you can proceed.” Crosshair informs Hunter and Tech, turning his back on the fighting going on behind him. The droids have their hands full with Wrecker now.

He quickly spots Hunter and Tech through his scope, immediately starting on clearing hard to reach opponents in their path. He gets six shots, all perfect hits, in before Wrecker makes it all the way to him and for some kriffing reason decides that distracting Crosshair is a good idea.

“I've got you, kih'vod, don't worry!” Crosshair can hear the grin in his voice, just about catches the thumbs up Wrecker waves in his direction too when he snaps to look at his vod.

“Stow it.” Crosshair spits. “Do your job so I can do mine.”

Wrecker does listen, and although the sound of him fighting is still irritatingly loud, Crosshair can tune that out. A sense of calm overcomes him as he falls into the familiar rhythm of aiming and firing.

Hunter had pointed out before how Crosshairs heart rate and breathing even out when he's concentrating, saying you could almost mistake him for being asleep, were it not for the shots fired from his Firepuncher.

Tech occasionality calls out coordinates, Crosshair finding and eliminating the target there in fractions of seconds. Otherwise he just takes out any droid that would hinder Hunter and Techs progress. They clear the outpost at an efficient pace, especially with some of their forces diverted to Crosshair, and such, Wrecker.

Crosshair allows himself to say a slightly smug “T-1's down.” into their shared comm channel when he hits the tactical droid square in the head in the split second it stood a little too far away from its cover. After that, it's just picking off the stragglers.

Crosshair's doing a final sweep of the outpost when something hits him on the back.

A B1 battle droid's arm he discovers as he turns round. Wrecker's standing there with the rest of the droid in his hands, helmet propped on the top of his head, grinning. Crosshair glares at him, confident the large clone knows exactly how his vod is looking at him even with the helmet.

Wrecker steps over the piles of scrap that used to be droids to approach Crosshair, no doubt to offer him a hand up from where he's been laying on the floor for the past forty-five minutes. He refuses the hand offered to him, less out of spite, more because he noted how heavily Wrecker is limping and the fact he has his other hand firmly pressed to his side.

“Did you count how many clankers you destroyed?” Wrecker asks. A stupid question: Of course he counted. Crosshair choses to forgo answering that for now.

“Did you break something?” he asks, gesturing at the side Wrecker is clutching. Experimentally Wrecker pushes his fingers against his ribs, grimacing as he does so.

“Yeah, think so.”

“Are you okay to walk?” Crosshair continues, pointing at the leg Wrecker was hesitation to put weight on. From what Crosshair can see, Wrecker's right thigh plate has a dent on its side.

“Yeah.” Wrecker answers, taking a step to prove so. “Should be fine.”

Crosshair comms Hunter, informing him that he'll be heading back to the Marauder with Wrecker due to an injury.

They barely get two steps before Wrecker says: “I destroyed 42.”

Crosshair laughs. “That's cute. My counts at 64.” The way Wreckers grin drops makes Crosshair laugh again.

“How?” Wrecker exclaims, having stopped walking in his confusion.

Crosshair could go into detail, explain how the conditions were ideal and he had free reign to hit any droid he could see. But where's the fun in that?

“Guess I'm just better than you.” he says instead. Wrecker huffs in annoyance.

“You sure you're not cheating? You're not counting B2's twice or something, right? We agreed that all droids count once!”

“I don't cheat.” Crosshair scoffs.

“You cheat at cards.”

“I cheat at cards because it pisses Tech off.” Crosshair pauses for a moment, then continues with a smirk. “But, since you got shot in the leg to let me continue shooting, we can count this as an honorary win for you.”

The look of indignation of Wreckers face is possibly the funniest thing he's seen all year.

“Absolutely not! I'm not taking some pity win!” Wrecker shakes his head in annoyance and continues walking down the slope. Crosshair almost laughs again, but as Wrecker takes another step, he doubles over and grabs at his injured leg. Crosshair's caught up to him in a few steps.

“Kark.” Wrecker hisses under his breath, eyes pressed closed. “I think I'll take you up on your offer now...”

“What, the pity win?”

“No!” Wrecker exclaims, then continues quieter. “The 'helping me walk'”

If Crosshair wanted to be really irritating, he'd point out that he had never offered that, and had only asked about Wreckers ability to walk.

Rather than doing that, he simply moves close enough to Wreckers side for him to sling his arm across Crosshairs shoulder. The snipers knees almost give out at the sudden weight. He voices his annoyance with a sigh, but starts walking.

The steep incline leading to the cliffs edge is distinctly more challenging when you're acting as a crutch for a man twice your weight. Crosshair focuses entirely on keeping his footing.

The barely suppressed noises of pain coming from Wrecker are bothering Crosshair. They seem to get louder and harder to contain every step they take. When a slightly miscalculated step brushing their legs together causes Wrecker to struggle to bite back a scream, Crosshair's had enough.

“Sit down, I'm taking a look at that leg.” Crosshair says, tone setting it clear that he's not going to argue about this. Wrecker, predictable, still tries to do exactly that.

“It's fine.” he says, refusing to look at Crosshair.

“Sit your shebs down, or you can show me exactly how fine you are by crawling back to the Marauder on your own.” Crosshair hisses. This time, Wrecker listens, lowering himself to a rock. Crosshair crouches next to him.

Turns out, his thigh plate hasn't got a dent, it has a concave. The shot that hit and broke through the thigh plate bent the sharp edges of the armor piece inwards, digging them into Wreckers leg. Every bit of movement must have pushed the jagged duraplast deeper into the surrounding muscle. Crosshair curses. He should have known to check the injury earlier.

“You'll bleed out if we leave that. Give me your medkit.” Crosshair states, holding his hand out demandingly. The sheepish look on Wreckers face tells him everything he needs to know.

He kriffing forgot it again.

“You're unbelievable.” With a sigh, Crosshair pulls his own medkit out of his pack. Wrecker mutters a barely audible apology.

When Crosshair tries to unlatch Wreckers thigh plate, the large clone jerks his leg away.

“Can't we stop the bleeding without taking that off?” Wrecker tries. Crosshair's dealt with Wreckers aversion to medical procedures many times over the years.

“No.”

The thigh plate comes off with a sickening wet tear as the damaged edges slip from the wound. The barely suppressed cry from Wrecker is worse. Crosshair puts a hand on his arm in apology. Only for a second, the amount of blood soaked into Wreckers blacks urges him to hurry.

“You're bleeding kriffing everywhere.” Crosshair groans. Wrecker needs stitches. Those can't be done here. Not with Crosshairs limited med kit, not in these unsanitary conditions, not without painkillers. Covering the gaping wound with a bacta patch and bandaging it tightly is the best he can do for Wrecker right now.

The way Wreckers clenching and unclenching his hands, Crosshairs almost worried he'll break something.

Crosshair observes his work for a moment. When no blood stains the white fabric, he stands up, extending a hand to Wrecker. “Get up.”

Wrecker complies, voicing gratitude as he does so. Crosshair is unclear weather it is directed at the first aid, or the help with standing up.

The rest of the walk back to the Marauder is remarkably uneventful. Crosshair keeps an eye on Wrecker. Save for a slight shade of red seeping through the bandages when the ships already in sight and his pinched expression, Wreckers condition doesn't worsen. Tech and Hunter aren't back at the Marauder yet when they arrive.

Crosshair gets Wrecker to sit down on the lowest of the three wall mounted beds.

If available, Tech usually takes charge of any medical emergency, however every member of clone force 99 knows their way around a medkit. A medic was never a part of the squad, having basic medical knowledge became a necessity. It takes no more than a few seconds for the med scanner to display its verdict.

“None of your broken ribs are displaced, but stitching that leg up is going to be an absolute joy.” Crosshair snarks, making Wrecker huff in amusement. That in turn makes him pull a face, pressing his hand firmly to his injured side. Crosshair uses that distraction to get a hypo of painkillers in him before Wrecker can argue about it. With his free hand now at his neck, Wrecker shoots Crosshair a look, offended at his brothers deceit.

After disinfecting the injury, Crosshair is proven right: sewing the laceration on Wreckers thigh together is a pain, both for him and his vod. Despite the painkillers and numbing spray applied, Wrecker's in obvious agony as Crosshair pulls the jagged edges of the wound together. He manages to hold remarkably still, making Crosshair's tedious job easier.

Crosshair is only halfway through by the time Tech and Hunter return. Both linger near Crosshair and Wrecker for a moment, asking questions and standing in Crosshairs light.

Crosshair doesn't voice his annoyance. Them conversing with Wrecker is no doubt a welcome distraction from the pain for the large clone. After they've both looked at the med scanner, as well as asked Crosshair if he needs help, Tech and Hunter finally clear off.

Once the injury is closed up and re-bandaged, there's not much more he can do for Wrecker. He grabs a cold pack from the medkit, kneading it one handedly to activate the chemicals inside as he looks for Lula. Once the stuffed tooka is retrieved, Crosshair tosses both the items to Wrecker, who grins at the sight of the stuffed animal he's grown unbelievably attached to over the years.

Sitting down next to Wrecker on his uninjured side, Crosshair leans his head against his brothers shoulder. Saying the right thing to make his vode fell better isn't one of Crosshair's skills. But offering comfort through proximity, in a small way like this? That he can do.

Going off of Wreckers tired but content sigh, it's working.

Next to him, Wrecker's practising the breathing exercises Tech taught him to do when his ribs are broken. The first few times he sustained a similar injury, Tech had to constantly remind him to do them. Now, he does them automatically.

“Thanks for watching my back.” Crosshair says.

“It was nothing, Cross. If anything I should be thanking you. You had to drag me all the way to the Marauder!” Wrecker retorts, smile in his voice. Crosshair sighs. There's no point in trying to get Wrecker to accept gratitude for something like this.

They've been on mission after mission for two and a half weeks now. Crosshair hopes they'll be afforded a break. The whole squads tired, lack of sleep and constant combat stacking up over the rotations. Everyone's baring minor half healed injuries, and now with the state Wrecker's in, pushing on wouldn't be advisable.

Not that any of this would stop Wrecker. Crosshair knows that his ori'vod would keep on fighting if asked to, even if he'd have to do so fuelled solely by caf and pain meds.

At some point, Wrecker falls asleep leaning against Crosshair. He scoffs when he notices, but wouldn't dream of moving or waking his vod. Crosshair will most likely fall asleep himself some time soon. For now, he sits looking around the Marauder uninterestedly, studying the posters on the walls in detail, whilst his brother snores softly next to him.

#tbb #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tw blood #my writing #I use kih'vod for little sibling because the Mando'a prefix kih' is used the same way you'd use ori'#so it makes sense to me for kih'vod to be the opposite of ori'vod.

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celestiabyss · 1 year

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It's been a while 🌠

I've been so inactive here and I haven't archived a lot of the Genshin lore threads and tweets that I want to back up, so let me bring you up to speed on what lore shenanigans I've been doing ever since January 2023 🌠

So yeah...I stream now as a PNGtuber 😆

I still couldn't believe it myself tbh HAHAH 😆 I started streaming on Twitch last January 31, 2023. And ever since then, I've been doing Genshin streams almost every week (mostly weekend streams). I stream as a PNGtuber, a kind of Vtuber that uses a PNG model. I also upload all of my Twitch VODs on my Youtube channel so you can still watch/listen to them anytime 🌠

I mostly focus on anything that's lore-related: archon quests, story quests, main stories of limited-time events, world quests, in-game lore texts, character profiles, analyses on trailers/cutscenes/livestreams, and making powerpoints about any lore topic I find interesting! Also yes, I just concluded my first ever lore powerpoint stream series, the Hexenzirkel Powerpoint Series, last April 🌠

Now with the recent release of Honkai: Star Rail, I've been streaming Star Rail too. I've never been in any of the closed betas so experiencing the game for the first time has been so amazing! I'm still in the very early parts of the main story (I just set foot on Jarilo-VI) so it might take a while for me to do deeper lore dives. But oh my god, I really love the lore behind aeons, paths, and factions 🌠

I still have yet to decide what I'm gonna do with my Tumblr going forward, but I'll most likely do the following for both Genshin and Star Rail when I have more time + when I feel like it:

Continue archiving as many lore tweets (lore theory threads/lore thoughts) as I can (if they don't reach the tumblr pic limit, that is 😭)

Making lists of any lore references that I use for my streams (e.g. Genshin wiki entries, official Genshin videos, lore tweets made by other lore theorists)

When do I stream?

I stream on Saturdays or Sundays at 10 PM GMT+8, but I add extra streams whenever I have more free time.

However, I only have 2 streams remaining this May, and I'll be taking a stream break in June to focus more on my university's finals season.

START OF STREAM BREAK: May 29

I still have yet to figure out whether or not I'll be free to do multiple streams in a week (instead of just streaming on weekends). It's all gonna depend on the fate of my finals season 😆

STREAMS RESUME ON: July 1

But until then, feel free to stop by on my remaining streams this May when you can and I'll see you in July again after the break! You may also check out my Twitch VODs on Youtube + see me screaming about lore and characters in Twitter 😆 Thank you so much for everyone's support, whichever platform you may be in 🌠

Platforms

Twitch

Youtube

Twitter

https://twitter.com/celestiabyss

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whonsper · 1 year

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the posts you put on my dash combined with talking with a friend in the common room have convinced me to check out qsmp. i Have to have the context

SCREAMING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

TL;DR yaoi island. everyone is gay, they have eggs, some of them die, theres so much drama, i swear everyones out to kill quackity.

alright disclaimer! i have not watched many vods! most if not all of my information comes from livebloggers, clips, various things i see on my dash, as well as a couple discord servers im in. another disclaimer! i only speak english so I don't follow the spanish streamers as much, and ive only watched three streams (one of quackitys, one of slimecicles, and one of wilburs) so my info is skewed off of those

so! qsmp is an smp made by quackity originally containing 7 english speaking streamers and 7 spanish speaking streamers (+quackity who is bilingual), a place they could meet and play together.

they arrive on trains to the luxury vacation destination, Quesadilla Island, where they've been split into two random teams, and noticeably there is a huge wall separating the teams. each team, consisting of both english and spanish speakers, must work together and solve puzzles before the sun rises, they get a message from a mysterious duck telling them what they can and cannot do, such as push the big red button on the wall, which they obviously do. The chunk of wall explodes, and everyone can now meet and mingle!

Everyone breaks off into groups, houses get built and people are starting to Minecraft! A community forms by the name of Ciudad de Sacapuntas (city of pencil sharpeners (wilbur really likes the word sacapuntas)), and is built into the wall, where the explosion went off. Another neighborhood is built north of that, on a river front, and theres a whole battle over the english vs spanish side, whos where, its all very funny and theres so many deaths. Other things happen, such as the terrorization from Osito Bimbo who keeps jump scaring people to take their survey

time skip cuz i stopped following for a couple days but they got eggs! everyone went to the adoption center and were paired off (one english, one spanish) to adopt a "kid" together which was just a dragon egg. the pairings were elmariana and slimecicle, philza and missa sinfonia, jaiden animations and roier, foolish and vegetta777, dantdm and maximus, fitmc and spreen, with single parents badboyhalo and quackity.

along with these eggs, the new parents now have daily tasks to do with their egg, such as giving them a new food to try, or going fishing together. as the smp goes on these get harder and more dangerous, such as exploring a dungeon together or slaying mobs.

the first egg death is when mariana misclicks his daughter, juanaflippa. literally, stepped away from his computer irl, sat back down and accidentally clicked on her bed after she had been put to sleep, the bed disappears due to a glitch. BOOM first death. slimecicle goes on a rage induced murderous rampage (doesn't kill any eggs).

a trial is arranged, mariana thinks its both of them appealing to get their daughter back. slime is trying to gain custody of juanaflippa and divorce mariana. by the end theyre sentenced to ten minutes in jail (which they escape) and court mandated couples therapy, and get juanaflippa back. all is good!

slime takes juanaflippa out to spend time with her, they go pick up tilin and slime tries his best to make the day enjoyable for both tilin and juanaflippa. while fighting mobs, he accidentally hits tilin with sweeping edge, killing her. roier is there immediately, saying he's going to jail forever and this was unforgivable. charlie exiles himself after saying goodbye to juanaflippa, saying he wont come back until he makes it right. later that same day, mariana took juanaflippa to a dungeon as part of a mission, and while fighting mobs, also hit her with sweeping edge and killed her.

quackity mourns the death of his child, vowing to kill slimecicle for killing his child, and resents wilbur for not being there for his child (wilbur and quackity were supposed to be paired). he buries himself next to tilins bed inside the grave.

there's a funeral for all the dead eggs, slimecicle climbs out of the ground to attack lil j (the devil who promised him the life of tilin or juanaflippa back, cant remember sorry). the parents of the dead eggs get to see their children one last time, its very heartfelt and wholesome

wilbur shows up on the qsmp, after being away for touring (irl, first time back in nearly a month). he finds and begrudgingly adopts his own egg which he names tallulah. they build a house and bond until wilbur sees quackity, they talk and quackity angrily and chaotically takes wilbur on a tour of the island to see what he's missed. they end at tilin's grave, with wilbur trying to console quackity and say it wasn't his fault tilin was dead. quackity gets wilbur to agree to help him kill slimecicle (without him realizing it was slimecicle). tallulah goes to stay with phil and chayanne when wilbur is offline.

quackity opens a school for the eggs, and its suspected to be a ploy to murder them without their parents presence, but a couple parents show up, as well as chayanne threatens to kill him, and also someone disguised themselves as an egg? not sure about that one, but the lessons were math and art, with all the eggs drawing pictures that were very cute and i loved them. no eggs were harmed, quackity held tallulah back at the end of class and made sure nothing was bothering her, telling her he'd take care of her.

quackity is seen spying on wilbur and tallulah's home, which he says is because he wants to learn from them how to be a better parent because he had obviously failed with tilin (he's also wearing booty shorts but thats irrelevant, just funny). wilbur accepts he's grieving and tallulah helps console him.

slimecicle, grieving, disguises himself as an egg and adopts quackity as his dad, and the two go about with the mission to rob other people. quackity ends up abandoning the new egg, whose name is gegg, gegg tries to get wilbur to adopt him, then has a nice heartwrenching conversation with chayanne

the daily missions get more dangerous as time goes on, chayanne and tallulah lose a life (which gets reversed and written off as a nightmare due to unfair buffs to the mobs) as well as dapper (i believe also written off as a nightmare?). leo got killed by a whale at some point, taking her down to one life as well, after being pardoned for a similar "nightmare" (what is it with these fucking scaling issues man??)

the streamers are told the eggs have six days left, and the countdown begins to sunday, today! (yesterday? its like 1am lol) the streamers wake up to their eggs gone, beds disappeared. they worry, theres something about a strip club, the newest batch of streamers, the Greater Brazilian Polycule, come in, and eventually the streamers are reunited with their eggs. the eggs now have cracks in their shells, can no longer wear armor, and seem heavily traumatized.

also as a little side note: slimecicle and mariana had gay sex i believe 4 times? canonical gay sex to clocks by coldplay, twice being after each time their daughter died. truly The cringefail husbands of all times <3

also the brazilians were given their own egg to share. who died within an hour and is now down to one life.

#SCREAMING I LOVE YOU #thanks for letting me talk about my favorite thing <3 #also im so sorry this is so long #and its kinda jumpy and out of order?? listen man i learn through osmosis idk when things happened #this took longer than i expected to write cuz i legit Forgor what happened towards the end i dont pay attention!#i think i got the major plot points and arcs?#im sure i missed stuff definitely for the other eggs #im sorry!#anyway this was fun

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ximeria · 1 year

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The year in review.

I guess one could say that LOL

2022 has been up and down in many ways, stagnation in other ways. It's honestly an ongoing thing to see if I can get the downs up and the stagnation to move.

Downs: I don't feel I'm creating much anymore, but it's mainly because I have too many hobbies for me to feel I ceate enough in any of them. There's a Danish saying: Mange bække små, which means 'many small streams (make a river when put together).

Solution: Kick my butt repeatedly and realise that I do in fact create, but its across so many types of media and platforms, that each feels like a small island - or aptly: a small single stream, disconnected from the whole..

Solution to not feeling like I create enough, I think, I want to try something new in 2023. I am not talking about views, clicks, kudos, comments or such. I have been in fandom for too many years to truly care? If that makes sense. It used to be about the comments, the interaction, then it became statistics and kudos. Which I feel a lot of fanfic writers are far too focused on. Hey, I could make a vid on that, that would cover another of my myriad of hobbies LOL.

So the new thing? If I can follow through on it, I'd like to try to string some of it together.

a. Tumblr: it's fun and games but can be used to link to other platform content.

b. Twitter: Ahahahahaha the dumpster fire is on fire. I use it occasionally, but that's about it.

c. Twitch: The one that has come closest to give me the kind of interaction I used to enjoy on platforms such as LJ and YahooGroups (yes, I'm that old, suck it up). I am part of a small community on Twitch (one of serveral, but this one is closer to my heart). I fire up a stream appx 3 times a week, none of it is major, new games (or if it is, it is rare and has some connection to our interests). I do not stream to get big, I do not stream to get followers or make money. I stream because the absolute gremlin energy in chat sometimes is amazing and fun. And when I say that, one might worry that it can't be controlled. I have mods, we mod for each others' streams. The mods are by far the biggest gremlins and I wouldn't have it any other way.

So stringing it all together? Well, I think I'll try to get better at putting schedules up on Twitter and Tumblr, and to share silly little shorts/clips. Because we do have fun and honestly, as long as you play nice and are open to the silliness we get up to, who cares?

And to top it all off, I am still in two minds about whether or not I want to cut my VODS from twitch before putting them on Youtube. So far, my Breath of the Wild ones are uncut and they are just there for anyone who might want to use something like 3-5 hours being entertained by my chat being a bunch of trolls and me blowing shit up/sniping enemies with bow and arrow or just puttering about, cussing at the enemies and looking for Korok seeds (or bridge trolls as some of the Koroks have been renamed by chat). We have a quote bot that gets all sorts of stupid stuff added regularly and most of it none of us can remember the context of, but it doesn't make it any less funny.

So you may ask, what do I stream? I stream mainly what I also write in: The Legend of Zelda - most of the time, Breath of the Wild. I run that as Saturday morning chill stream, meandering my way towards 100% the game, but marked as a slowrun because I have to pace myself - Tears of the Kingdom isn't out until May 12th. And even then, I'll not stream that one right off the bat. I want that one to myself, on the couch with my feet up and no other interaction than with the game.

Then there is the mayhem that is Sunday streams. Those are classic/older Zelda titles. It's lovingly also dubbed the scream stream, because I did Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask and both stressed me out like crazy. Currently I am doing A Link Between worlds. (If we go back through the year, I also managed Wind Waker HD, Remake Link's Awakening).

Thursdays fluctuate, but for the time being they are labelled Throwback Thursday - I started out with Grim Fandango, then did Douglas Adams' Starship Titanic and this coming Thursday, I'll be starting the Monkey Island series. It means odd graphics, weird games but ones that have a certain amount of nostalgia for me, for the community and for anyone who might wander by the channel.

And I can honestly say I am enjoying the hell out it. I have found people who became regulars who became friends and are now either streaming themselves or planning to do so. It costs nothing to leave a follow (save perhaps your sanity) and it's entertainment to some of us LOL.

Writing: Yeah. That. I felt I was slowing down, but honestly, I just write longer stories rather than shorter ones and while I do have the occasional writer's block, I still get ideas, I still enjoy writing. I'd just like more than 24H in a day cycle. That's all LOL.

2022 had me only posting 1 story, but one of 67K but I have the drafts for 2 in my GDocs and one needs a heavy revision while the other one I only just handed over to my beta reader. The one that needs the heavy revisions is also 60K+ words while the one I just handed over yesterday is around 20K. So I am writing, just not as much as I used to. That being said, if you guys could see my Trello… XD. I use trello to keep track of ideas or the ideas would either disappear or crush me under their weight. So 2023, my dear new year, I'd like to get some of them marked done ;)

So to all of you out there, hope you have had a lovely new year and I'll hopefully be crossing paths with you in strange places through 2023 ;)

For those interested, the following links are where I lose myself in the fun ;)

AO3

Twitch

Twitter

YouTube

And I'll leave you with some shenanigans from the last stream I did before heading off on my holiday.

twitch

#2022 in fannish hindsight #Creating on various platforms #what am I doing in 2023?#twitch #legend of zelda #fanfic

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itsbebebrainrotting · 4 months

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Okay this is gonna be sappy amd all over the place but i dont often make posts like this sooo...

I came to tumblr... a little over a year ago now? And made my main account! I don't go on social media too often (not actively) but i was like hey, tumblr people seem like theyre having a good time so I'll go over there! My first posts and notes on there are sometimes kinda awkward in a way that screams "not comfortably talkative on social media"

I also notably was not into mcyt at the time. I'd not really kept up with any mcyt stuff aside from maybe mcc since towards the end of the dsmp (and even then i got back into dsmp for the first time in ages a bit before wilburs last stream). I'd heard bad things about the dsmp finale and people i used to find funny were less funny and it was all just less fun. I followed the dsmp tags cuz i hadn't quite dropped mcyt yet but i was all but out of it otherwise. (I also had been convinced by the stigma around the dsmp fandom that it wasnt a great community to be active in so had never been involved in it before)

And then, around the time of the flippa trial a random quackity vod with a clickbaitey title got into my yt recommended and i was curious so i checked it out. I'd heard of the qsmp and saw some people talking about it but i didn't think i liked enough people in it enough to watch it. The vod was quackitys pov of slime finding out about the first flippa misclick and trying to kill the eggs and something at some point intrigued me so i watched slimes pov of some other qsmp stuff and i think something about slimariana got me. I was hooked. And then i watched flippas trial and wilbur returning and loved tallulah and wanted to keep up with tallulah so started to watch phil and bad and i was in.

I started keeping up with qsmpblr around the time of flippas trial, i know because i recognise the liveblogs from the time. I didn't make too many posts but i kept an eye on the tag and it was fun. Everyone here is so lovely.

Then, over time, I slowly became more active and confident to the point where at the time of the brazil meetup it was all I'd post and all I'd get notes on and I started to feel bad for my followers on my main that weren't into mcyt. So i made this blog!

So now im here and im active and im not... social necessarily (i want to send more asks and have more conversations im trying to be better at that) but i do things! Hell, I've posted a fanfic I've written thats how comfortable I've gotten here. Everyone on qsmpblr has made me feel so welcome and happy and holy shit u guys r awesome.

Whether ur my mutual (speaking of since im not social on here i have no clue how many of my mutuals know we're mutuals cuz of how tumblr treats sideblogs) or my follower or someone i follow or just someone i see around a lot here you are all so great and this is a community I'm so happy to be a part of.

Hope everyone has a nice holiday :)

#i put this in my drafts right before i went to bed yesterday (technically today cuz of my crappy sleep schedule)#but hey i wanna be sweet #so here my late night ramblings about how nice qsmpblr has been to me ig

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cyberfeather · 2 years

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For the hrt/comfort sentence thing: "shh, it was just a nightmare. you're safe." Literally anything with Gregor would be amazing! (please don't feel obligated though)

Thank you so much for the ask anon! 💗 It’s my first time writing anything about Gregor, so I hope you’ll like this! I decided to go with him being reunited with the 212th here, because he deserves to be happy.

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"Shh, it was just a nightmare. you're safe." - Gregor

He can’t remember his name. Inescapable flames are licking at his skin, drawing cries out of his parched throat, but it somehow seems secondary compared to the dreading knowledge that he has no idea who he is. He can tell it’s important, vital even, but even as he concentrates, there’s just no recalling his true identity or what his purpose is.

The fire only rages stronger and bites harder at his skin. He struggles against it, just like he thrashes against the confine of his own mind, but to no avail. He needs to find what his name is, or there will be no getting out of this hell. The answer seems so close, but at the same time so out of reach. Tears of frustration start filling his eyes as he fears he’ll never escape, that he’ll stay a prisoner of this awful place forever, with no one to rescue him, and…

“Gregor!”

He jerks awake, a scream still on his lips, at hearing the name. His name. His heart is pounding fast in his chest, but there’s also a familiar hand pressing his shoulder, and it helps him calm down. That’s right, he is captain Gregor of the 212th battalion, he can remember it now, clear as day.

“Easy, captain. It was just a nightmare, you’re safe.” Commander Cody reassures him with a kind smile.

He’s not the only vod standing next to his bunk. No, the place is actually crowded with worried troopers. Even in the dark, Gregor recognizes them. They’re all members of the 212th. His family. Some of them are yawning, and he feels a tang of guilt as he realizes he probably woke them all up.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes while he rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to disturb any of you.”

“No need for that.” Cody kindly scolds him. “We all get bad dreams.”

“Yeah, you should know that better than anyone else, seeing how many times you comforted one of us.” Boil quickly adds.

They’re all here for him, he realizes. Just like they were there for him when he barely survived that explosion on Abafar, a few days ago. Cody’s right, he’s safe, but only because they decided to send a recon mission, because they refused to believe him dead a second time, not without checking first. All with the approval of their General, who put his faith in him too. He owes them all so much.

“Thank you for waking me up. And for, you know… everything else.”

There are no words strong enough to express how grateful he feels, but thankfully, he can tell from the look in his vode’s eyes that they get what he means all the same. Cody squeezes his shoulder affectionately and just with that, Gregor knows he doesn’t have to fear anything. Not anymore. He’s home.

“Any time, brother.”

#captain gregor #commander cody #212th battalion #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #hurt/comfort #asks #mara answers #mara writes

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forestwater87 · 3 years

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Okay, for all of you who don't feel like watching Miles RP as David

Here are some of my favorite quotes. Context may be added if I feel like it. Reactions are my goblin brain screaming. All of these came from a discord so if they don't make sense . . . see goblin brain comment.

(That link should start directly at the point where he becomes David; if it doesn't, skip to 1:40:33)

In roughly chronological order:

David: "Teachers are sort of like camp counselors during the rest of the year."

The thing is David is absolutely up his own ass enough to think this.

David: "Trail mix is expensive!"

^ said to show he understands why not everyone can donate to the charity for teachers. Very adorable, am crying.

David's "ooooh" seeing one dude was extremely non-heterosexual. Fucking bicon. Him losing his mind that one of the arenas is called "Survey camp"

David: "A person's hitting me -- I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry this is just pretend!"

This is just canonically how David plays video games. Either this or he's unwilling to commit violence at all, but I'll defer to Miles.

David: "That's very goat of you!"

Spencer: "Is David popular amongst his campers?"

David: "I like to think so! There's only 3 staff members, so I'm definitely in everyone's top 3."

"That also means you're in the bottom 3."

David: "Well, I choose not to think of it that way."

(I have to keep adding reacts so you can tell when one quote ends and another begins. Judge not lest ye be judged)

I think the other person in the stream is named Spencer. Friend of Miles. I know literally nothing else about him and am not even confident on those facts.

Every time he says something so non-David in his David voice I die: "I have a lot of grenades!"

David: "Oh my goodness, would you look at this beautiful scenery! Can we hike that mountain?"

This is so goddamn cute. I am dying. Miles looked at his fans and said "they will eat tonight" and I am so relieved.

David: "Not to be a couple of Greedy Garys, but I say we get this [care package] and then I'll drop another one!"

The fact that Miles is grinning like a lunatic the entire time is very good. (Also if this is formatted badly then I'm sorry but not all that sorry. I'm doing my best and David would be proud of me.)

David: "Didja getim? Didja getim? didja getim? How 'bout now?"

Spencer: "I didn't get 'em."

David: "Well, you tried your best and that's all that matters."

He calls healing "a little health kiss." I'm not sure why but it's very important to me.

David: [while jumping to murder someone] "Hi! Scuse me!"

(i just need something to separate the quotes okay)

David: "Well you know what gang, we did our best. You don't always win the 3-legged race. You did a wonderful job!"

Then there's a bit where they talk about Spencer's time at summer camp:

David: "ooooh hand-holding's pretty serious!"

David is too pure.

David: [dreamily] "Did you fall in love, Spencer? A summer love?" [puts hands up to his face]

Then there's the fact that David/Miles gets to pick where they play each round, and he keeps insisting on going to the one called "Survey Camp" every single time because it has the word "camp" in it.

David: "Now, I don't like to disagree, but . . . I was thinking we could go . . . to Survey Camp!"

Spencer reminds him that technically since David's the one with the power to choose, his opinion is the only one that matters:

David: "Everyone's opinion matters. And my opinion is we're going to camp."

David just steamrolling over Spencer's interests is very good. There are these little selfish nuggets sprinkled in among the wholesomeness that really capture the full David experience.

David: "Well, he's climbing up . . . he's coming my direction . . . oh, he looks scary . . ."

Spencer: "Is he coming towards me?"

David: "Oooh, I don't know. I'm dead!"

The positivity is relentless. I think Miles said on twitter afterwards that this whole thing was exhausting and I can see why. Being David is no picnic . . .

David: "I have a question: do we have to shoot each other in this game?"

And then a few seconds later:

David: "I'm just wondering if maybe there's a way we can, you know, help others. Talk through our issues."

And a few seconds after that:

David: "I was asking if they wanted to be friends in the game!"

I believe that moved killed him, too. Precious.

Also we're interrupting the real Miles!David content to share something my friend suggested to me while I was watching this and giving her quotes; she said that maybe David just calls everything camp to make life more fun, and then sent me this imaginary exchange that actually killed me all the way to death:

David: Gwen Santos would you go to marriage camp with me

Gwen: I'm going to have to change this story when I tell everyone

It made me laugh quite a bit.

Anyway, back to the video!

Spencer: "How do you sign up for [Camp Campbell]?"

David: "Well, um, you can fax, uh, an application to [email protected]. And . . . you can know that myself and Gwen and Quartermaster and sometimes Mr. Campbell will do our best to make sure they get what they need! Which more than anything is love and support. And friendship."

Spencer: "How many dollars does this camp cost?"

David: "You know . . . it is, um . . ."

And then the conversation switches subjects and David breathes a sigh of relief.

Very shortly after this he changed his character from a woman (she was wearing a yellow shirt, which he liked because the campers wear yellow shirts) to "a Forward Scout with a positive attitude!"

"I like his style."

Spencer: "Does everybody abuse David verbally?"

David: "You know, sometimes people have harsh words. Mostly Max, and Neil, and Gwen, and Quartermaster, and Nurf."

Spencer: "Did you just list almost everyone?"

David: "Mmm . . . I'd say maybe a third."

Poor David. Somebody please protect him.

Spencer: "Yeah, I think people abuse David. I get that vibe. Or at least, I feel it in my heart. Like I wanna put ants in your bunk or something."

David: "Well, I think that says more about maybe some of the hurt you're carrying with you. And sometimes when people don't know how to process that, they act out. Do you want some trail mix?"

David just said his favorite part of trail mix is the raisins which is so cute. "They have a little bit of salt on them, which isn't typical for a raisin."

And he keeps telling chatters to watch their language.

David: "Who is my favorite camper? Aww, you know I couldn't pick a favorite! . . . But I know who has the most potential, even if he doesn't want to admit it."

I KNEW IT!!!!!

I've been saying for years that David doesn't have a favorite and gravitates towards the ones he thinks need him the most AND I FINALLY GOT ONE RIGHT!

David: "Well you know, Gwen swears and that's okay."

shipping intensifies

David: [gasp] "The moss is growing on the north side of the rock!"

Every time he nerds out about weird shit in the game I gain 3 seconds to my life.

Spencer: "Did you get teabagged?"

David: "What's that?"

Spencer: "It's where somebody places their most intimate bits on you for . . . friendship."

David: [softly] "Oh, I don't know about that."

Also David confirms that the whole show has been a single summer, so please see the "vindication" gif above.

David: "I know a lot of fun camp songs."

Spencer: "Sing 3."

David: [starts singing] "Bum-bum-bumblebee, bumblebee tuna, I love bumblebee, bumblebee tuna . . ."

Spencer: "Okay, please stop. I immediately regret this decision."

David: "Max said the same thing! One of my campers. And, uh, and my co-counselor, Gwen."

He's literally made of sunshine. I would die for this fictional man.

Spencer: "Are people at camp against their will? I feel like they are."

David: "No! . . . They don't always like it immediately, but it grows on them."

Spencer: "It sounds like they're there against their will."

David: "Well I just think that's a negative way of looking at it."

FWIW Spencer makes an excellent foil to David. Not as aggressive as Max or as dour as Gwen, but he brings a very . . . like, straight-man energy to the conversation. Like how a normal person would react to David IRL. I'd enjoy seeing these two interact more.

Spencer: "It's like your overpositivity is wanting me to balance it out with negativity."

David: "You know, I feel like that dynamic's pretty popular with me."

eeeeeeee <3

And the last one that I personally found noteworthy:

David: "One day we'll be able to afford safety equipment. Until then, we'll just have to deal with Quartermaster's Ropes Course. And a lot of pillows."

There's point near the last 20 minutes where either it got kinda boring or I just got too tired to keep track. But if there are any quotes you think I missed, please share them! This was a really lovely bit of content to feed our starving maw, and I appreciate Miles very very very much for taking one for the team.

#campcamp #camp camp #cc david #roosterteeth #rooster teeth #miles luna #this isn't content #it's more like a public service #also i threw the gwenvid in like the trash goblin I am

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trixree · 3 years

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Countdown to Halloween: The Graveyarder

Counting down seven days till Halloween, the Graveyarder is a collection of thriller/horror-style drabbles about the Coruscant Guard. On the last day before Halloween, the full mini-story (all 7 drabbles) will go up on AO3. Follow the tag #thegraveyarder or #7daystillhalloween for daily updates on tumblr!

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Content Warnings: brief, non-graphic mention of suicide; clone reconditioning

1: THE GRAVEYARD SHIFT

They call them the graveyarders.

They shuffle off of the transport, armor scrubbed shiny white and new, brains scrubbed just as clean. They move aimlessly, startle when spoken to, and don’t answer to any name other than trooper. They are the dead walking, coming back from the grave, and they aren’t the vod they were.

Graveyard batches are rare these days, but they still come. Most of the time, the landing platform where they offload the poor vode is dotted with red—CG boys come to receive their vode, to remind them who they are. It's funny, the things that the body remembers when the mind has forgotten. Batchmates will wander thoughtlessly into the waiting arms of those come to bring them home without quite understanding why. It seems to hurt them in the short-term, the forgetting. They'll crave contact from vode they cannot remember and it is terrifying. Confusing. I don't know you, but I need you.

It’s rare that any trooper from the frontlines be sent off for reconditioning, but for the CG it’s a regular taungsday. Granted, these things happen less frequently than they used to. Their Commanders are strong and they lose less vod’ike for it.

The CG was not due a graveyard batch today. The shuttle just… lands. Eso would doubt that the transport is the graveyard transport, if only he hadn’t worked this karking post for so long. Every CG’er that does any rotations in air traffic control knows what that transport looks like.

“Fuck,” Nico says, decisively. He’s got one arm leaned up on the back of Eso’s chair, looking over his shoulder to get his own eyes on the display which flashes their landing codes in faintly green-tinged aurebesh. The display is old. “You know about this?”

“Like I wouldn’t have told you?” Eso snaps. He lurches to his feet, roughly cramming his bucket back over his head. It isn’t good to leave a Graveyarder out on the platform alone, and the demagolka that shepherds the poor bastards to the drop off couldn’t care less. They lost one over the edge, once, back in the early days. The vod hadn't even screamed as he fell. He'd simply turned and walked off the edge of the transport before it had even properly landed, plumetting hundreds of feet down silently.

“Contact the Commander, would ya’?” Eso throws over his shoulder, already halfway out the door into the chill of Coruscant’s deep night-cycle. An unannounced Graveyarder batch cannot be a good thing and Eso won't risk any wayward vode carelessly. He'll go to meet them.

“Already on it,” Nico replies. The transport kicks up a strong gust of wind as it lands and the change in temperature from the warm interior of the tower is bracing, prickling chills over Eso's skin even despite his blacks. He shuffles on his boots and watches his HUD ping with a notif from the Commander.

The message is a succinct string of question marks and nothing else. Quickly on its heels follows another. How many? The ramp descends with the deep groan of hydraulics. Inside the bay of the craft stands only one clone, only one graveyarder.

The shiny-shell walks with the regulation posture of a graveyarder, banishing any lingering hope of Eso’s that there must have been some mistake and this wasn’t the dreaded ship. Kaminoan conditioning is a marvel of a thing, truly. Even when everything else has been stripped from a vod—his name, his paint, his rank—they still move like a soldier. It's in their marrow.

The transport hardly waits for the graveyarder to disembark before it rises back into the starless Coruscant sky. As the rhythmic chuk-chuk-chuk of the transport’s engines fade, Eso speaks. “Vod,” he greets.

When he reaches out to touch the trooper, to guide him inside the control tower with a gentle hand on the arm, he flinches back so harshly that he stumbles over his own feet. “Woah, osik,” Eso swears as the vod goes down, landing on his shebs with a hard crack of plastoid that has Eso wincing.

Eso swiftly de-buckets and crouches down to the graveyarder’s level. That’s when he hears it. A whispered litany, made harsh by the vocoder straining to pick up soft sound: “My name is Dogma, my name is Dogma, my name is Dogma.”

Eso swallows past a suddenly dry throat. He pulls his glove off with his teeth, baring his fingers to the frigid night air, and squeezes the vod, Dogma's, hand.

"Udesii, Dogma. We've got you." Eso grips hard and, like a half-remembered reflex, Dogma grips back.

The litany never stops.

#the graveyarder #7 days till halloween #trixree writes #my writing #commander fox #Dogma #clone trooper OC Eso #mild horror #reconditioning

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starlling-writes · 2 years

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Don't Worry About the Curse

A fanfic for the Drawfee character Bogly (not cursed), from their first Bone Game episode [link will be in responses to this post if you wanna watch the vod]. This fanfic is by request from Drawfee during their livestream on 11-1-21.

2nd person POV, present tense Words: 1200 Contains: spooky themes, a couple swears

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You never should have agreed to go on this trip to obscure, haunted places with your friends. You never should have agreed to exploring these places at night when you only knew the Google Maps basics of the areas. You never should have scrimped on a phone case. Because now you are lost in the outskirts of an unknown bog with your phone screen shattered and no idea where your friends have wandered off to.

Your phone is still responsive; you just can't see anything on the screen. Luckily, you have the muscle memory of how to turn on the flashlight on your phone, so you're not in total darkness. But the way the harsh light casts creepy shadows of the plants, you almost want to just be in darkness. It's a shame you never did any wilderness activities as a child. You might've been able to navigate by the stars. But since you don't have this knowledge, you must rely on your fading memory of the path you've already taken. Mud squelches under your boots. Good thing you wore rain boots. Calluses were preferable to wet shoes full of grime. The water is only a few inches here, so it doesn't take much effort to trek onward. The main struggle comes from avoiding prickly plants and spider webs. You come upon a large fallen tree. It's not leading in the direction you are initially going, but you think you see a dirt path just beyond its broken branches. You step onto the end of the trunk to test its sturdiness. It doesn't creak or snap, and doesn't sink into the mud, so you trust in and start to cross it. You misjudged the tree's reliability. The further from the roots you get, the more the tree gives, lowering you closer to the murky bog below. You pick up your pace and recklessly jump off the end to—hopefully—dry land. You hit dirt and tumble into a graceless roll. You lie on your back for a moment and enjoy the solid ground beneath you while you catch your breath and curse your friends again. How had they gone beyond yelling range so quickly? This had to be a prank. Your rage and frustration fester. You scream. "How the hell do I get out of this damn bog?" You are not expecting anyone—or thing—to answer. So when you hear a voice say, "Oh, you wish to leave the bog?" you scream again, scramble to your feet and wave your phone around until the light lands on the only possible source of the voice. The thing in front of you can only be described as a monster. It is like a short-necked Nessie? It's perched up on the shore, casually flicking a fishy tail out of the water now and then. It's almost as if you asked someone to create a mermaid-dinosaur-whale combo, as some sort of art challenge. "You done now?" it asks when you run out of breath to scream. You vacantly nod. "Great. I'm Bogly by the way (not cursed). Nice to meet ya." "Cursed?" Because that's the thing your mind catches on. "No. There is no curse. I can definitely tell you there's no curse 'cause I am totally able to talk about it. Now—you said you wanted out of the bog?" "Yes..." You are still having a hard time processing the fact you are talking to a monster right now. But so far it is proving more helpful than your friends so you go with it. Not like you have any better plans on getting out of here. "Yeah, of course. I can show you how to get out of the bog. I've been out of the bog many times.. I can leave the bog whenever I want. 'Cause there's no curse." "For someone with no curse, you sure bring a lot of attention to the concept of there being a curse." "Nonsense..." It fails to provide any counterargument. "Can I interest you in some milk?" Well that is as random as its sudden appearance. "No," you decline. You don't even want to start imagining what kind of milk it's talking about. "Just, show me how to get out of here." "Oh yeah. I can show you how to leave. I leave all the time. This way." It slinks a bit back into the water and starts slowly swimming along the shore. "This way." Maybe your friends drugged you in the beginning of this prank. That would explain this. There is definitely no sense to make here. You follow after Bogly. You walk for awhile and feel like you're getting nowhere. "So, Bogly?" "Yes?" "Have you seen other people here tonight? Like a guy with a big beard, a guy with swooshy hair and earrings, a girl with glasses and an oversized cat-ear hoodie, and a girl that's vaguely a vampire?" "Oh I see other people all the time!" Bogly answers. You can't tell if it's intentionally avoiding your question, or

if it's just generally unhelpful. "The witch invites people here all the time—I mean, I invite people here all the time." You raise a brow skeptically. "There's a witch now?" "What? No! No witch. Of course there's not a witch who put a curse on me." "Because there is no curse," you deadpan sarcastically. "Exactly!" Talking to Bogly doesn't seem to get you anywhere. So you stop trying to make conversation. You wander and wander, following Bogly's lead. You feel just as lost as when you had begun. It is taking all you have to not give into panic and have a breakdown. "How much further until we get out of here?" you growl in frustration. There is no answer. You look around but don't see Bogly anymore. "Bogly?" you try calling. Nothing. You scan the deeper water, but notice no disturbances. It's like the monster just vanished. "The fuck...?" You take a few steps back and start to look around in an attempt to get new bearings. You see a small cabin. Finally! A sign of life. You head towards it, not caring about sticking to the driest path now and making a beeline for the building. Life. Human life. Horror movie tropes be damned, any person will be a great sight to see after what you have been through tonight. You should have paid closer attention to your footing. Your toe snags on a root and you fall face first into the muck. You sink below the boggy water, having the misfortune to find a deeper part of the wetlands. Now the panic attack sets in. You're covered in muck and moss, sinking slowly as you fight against the weight of your mud-caked clothes, trying to unhook your foot from the snaggly root that grabbed you. You refuse to let this be your end. You kick off your boots and scramble your way to the surface of the water. Fresh air blesses your lungs. Once your breathing stabilizes, you start swimming for the shallows. As you near, you hear a scream. You blink a couple times before your eyes adjust and you see a person staring at you. "Who are you?" she exclaims. "Oh it's great to see a human again," you sigh in relief. "I'm Bogly (not cursed). Nice to meet ya."

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#Drawfee #drawfee show #Bogly #The bone game #Fanfic #Curses #Spooky story #My writing

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ironhoshi · 3 years

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Do you have any idea why Kesett isn't already an empire? I get that it's a rarepair kinda and there's no suggestion that they ever meet, but I feel like it sounds almost intuitive? I don't know, I wanted to ask you since you're a pioneer in the ship as far as I know...

I've seen a few people say they don't ship it because the two have never met and it doesn't make sense to them. Which is valid for them. I respect that. Shipping habits depend on the person, so I get it. I, personally, can ship rare pairs like whoa...often writing them on accident. The chemistry- it just smacks me in the face like a wronged rich woman who is furious I just bought the last slice of cake. And I do it again, fyi. That cake tastes better when it has a side of resentment... ahem. Sorry. I'm still drinking my coffee. Back to the question!

When I first got into Jangobi or Kenfetti (whatever you want to call it) it wasn't as big as a ship as it is now. Ships grow when more people get into them, creating art or stories to show their appreciation. That in turn pulls other people in, who share those creations and/or create their own. It is an endless cycle and one that will play out across many ships and fandoms. The right piece can snag a person and turn them into a creator, just saying.

Kesett is small, but it has already grown from what it once was. @fettupwithyou is the real pioneer. They came screaming into my messages and planted the idea in my head and I went "...that is what I am writing, isn't it?" Then I turned around and attempted to pull other people in to this ship with me. We've gone from like 3 fics to 23, so cheers to us! (Also, thank you, vod, for corrupting me.)

The thing is I don't think most consumers or makers of creations even think about the pairing? When most people are looking for something to read, at least in my experience, they are looking for what their favorite authors have written or they are searching for a specific character or pairing or tag. Which is totally fine, I do it all the time! Sometimes I just want to read certain things and sometimes I want to randomly click fics until one clicks with my mind. (Heck, I've had people tell me they only cared about certain stories I wrote so they haven't read the others.) The point is not a lot of people are searching for the Kesett of it all. That means those fics are sitting there, not read at the same volume a fic about CodyWan is- and that's just how it goes for rare pairs. You have a niche following and maybe, someday, you might get a bigger one.

Same with art. I will scroll through tumblr search like a spalunker, my pickax in hand, and unearth the fan art of the characters or pairings I want to see. Kesett, obvs, is one I really want to see, but it doesn't have a large foot mark yet. People draw what excites them and if it is some other ship? Cool! I will still probably devour that image and wish I was anywhere near as skilled as those artists. I'd draw so much Kesett you'd all chase me off this site... (also, @jars-artcollection has some slapping art for this ship.)

I think with time, and enough of me bribing people, it will grow slightly bigger, but I don't know if it will ever be the Empire that Jangobi Kenfetti is. The thing is, the more it is out there, the more people will notice.

So if you, personally, want it to careen towards an empire level? I suggest reblogging the heck out of Kesett things you like. Comment on fics, let the author know you loved the pairing and story. I'm not saying you aren't already doing that, fyi. Do this, what you are doing now. Come into my ask box and talk to me about it. I love talking about Kesett, I love trying to get people to see that they are just a couple of neat dumbasses that go well together. The more people talk to me about it, the more likely I am to write more. I am merely a flower of ideas that requires constant attention and sunlight. Shower me with words and I will spew out a story.

An empire takes everyone. The people creating and the people sharing the creations.

Now my coffee is almost gone and I want to just say one more thing:

It doesn't matter the fandom or pairing, let the creator know you liked it! It does amazing things for our ego. Give your favorite creators a random 💜 today. It will brighten their mood.

Love ya, and stay safe.

#kesett #hoshi writing #this got away from me #thank you for coming to me TedTalk #fandom talks

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cxptain-rex · 4 years

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Cafune {Fives}

pairings: fives x reader

warnings: none cus this is pure fluff so enjoy...well kinda sad but no one dies so we okay

This was requested by @iscream4starscream. I found this very soft and sweet tbh and kinda sad but soft overall. I hope that each one who reads it, enjoys it just as I did! Thank you! XX

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cafune - the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love

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An ominous boom startled you out of your abysmal nightmare. Your cheeks were wet and your body was bathed in a cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around your limbs, probably because you was thrashing in your sleep. Your heart pounded against your chest. You trembled. The room was entirely dark. No light anywhere aside from the red light of your datapad.

You stand from your bed grabbing your cloak and exiting the now scary room. You stauntered to the barracks of the 501st in search of comfort. Thoughts filled your mind like webs being placed in a knot which only leads you more frantic. You sprint until you stop infront of the barracks, erratic breathing as you push the button causing the door to hiss open.

Lights bathes the barracks showing the 501st sleeping, you quietly walk past their racks and stop infront of another door. Fives’ room. Opening the door you enter, surprised to find him sitting on his bed and datapad in his hands.

“Y/N” he mustere surprised to find you standing in his room. He notices your tear stained face, confusion engulfes his features as he strides to stand infront of you. “Can I stay here?” You hiccuped not meeting his gaze finding the floor rather more interesting. Fives nods leading you to his bed.

Once he tucks in bed, he turns to meet your front. Fives cleans your face, he deduces that you had another nightmare which have been becoming more frequent. You intake a shaky breath. “It was so bad” you mumble closing your eyes as flashes of the nightmare surge again. “It’s ok” he assures wrapping his arms around you, Fives pulls you against his chest.

You feel the cold air of Fives’ room creep on your skin as you shudder finding comfort in his embrace. Fives’ hand moves under the blankets and find your middle tracing figures against your skin. In seconds his body become a heater and comforter. You could never let another person hold you like this. Something so intimate and special for you and for the arc trooper.

Something lulls you to sleep, Fives runs his fingers through your hair. The soft hand making wonders as you tuck your face underneath his chin. Sleep embraces your senses and you grasp unconsciously Fives’ grey shirt.

***

Fives feels your hair with his finger tips, soft and that sweet smell of apples fillings his nostrils. He feels comfort as he takes in the moment, you in his arms. Although he doesn’t what will happen to him once the war is over, he can’t stop but think about what would happen if he left with you. Leave behind the Republic and the Separatist war just to be with you.

Many thoughts rise in his mind, it would be something nice to be with you yet he knows he has a duty to accomplish and he must be there for his brothers. Fives’ holoclock sparks to life, time to get up. The ARC Trooper sighs, he wants to stay with you in this exact moment.

Fives feels you move around his arms. You wake up, blinking you meet caramel eyes staring at you. “Hi” he smiles as you yawn hiding again in the comfort of his arms. You feel his chest rumble as he laughs at your antics. “Not to be a mood killer but I have to get up, got a meeting with Rex” he says as you lay your cheek against his chest.

Suddenly you sit up from the sheets, your body yearns for Fives’ comfort again. Fives admire your bed head and the way you doze off sitting on his bed. He is convince that he is in heaven and you’re his angel. The trooper plops up on his elbows admiring you. “Is there something on my face?” You question rubbing your eyes and yawning. Fives blinks clearing his throat “um, no” he says looking away.

“I...uh...I can escort you back to your room” he said standing up and striding to the refresher. You look around taking in the room. It screams Fives all over the place. Althought you thought of something messy yet it’s quite the opposite. Fives always keep it tidy, a holopic of Echo, Rex and Cody stands on his table and his datapad. You can see his armor on his closet, his helmet proudly sits on the desk table. Shiny as always.

“It’s okay” you say engrossed in admiring the trooper’s room, you failed to notice when he walks out of the refresher wearing his blacks. You let your eyes rack his form. The blacks toning his muscles in a good manner. Fives clicks his armor back and in three minutes he stands grabbing his helmet from the desk table.

You can’t deny that Fives is handsome even when there are other million of men with his face running around the base. He stands with his armor and you can appreciate him more now. You stand from his bed, grabbing your cloak. He helps you put it on, his door slide open and you walk out.

You fall into step with him passing the racks where some troopers gaze at you and Fives. Smirks and cat whistles fly around causing you to blush in embarrassment. The least that you did was what they were thinking. Fives rolls his eyes as you leave the barracks.

***

You stand infront of your door, Fives stares at you. Your lips part to speak until he stops you. “Don’t worry I won’t mention this to anyone” he chuckles passing his hand over his visor. Suddenly his helmet became more interesting. You nod as your door slides open, “thank you” you assure as you enter your room. The door slides close leaving Fives outside.

The man sighs and tugs his bucket on walking away from you and with a question in his mind.

You stand now staring over your unmade bed. Sighting you decide to hit the refresher, you strip from your sleeping clothes and into the tub. The water pours down, it drips by your side, as your mind fades into dullness and everything is a foggy illusion. The sensation of the steamy water calms your uneasiness; it takes your mind of things. All the things you honestly don't care about. It's the water. Your mind swirls, and it's like you’re standing under an everlasting waterfall. Ever so beautiful, but it can never last, you know that now.

As you close your eyes, you relief the moment from the night. Fives racking his fingers through your hair, his even breathing and small snores. The way his brows seemed to twitch each time he snore. You woke up in the middle of the night again and got to admire the man in his sleep. You remember your thought, Fives is handsome.

Butterflies erupt from your insides as you finish scrubbing your skin. The water faucet stops, you closed it. As you dry off you shrug off the thoughts from the night. Forgetting Fives and his bed for a moment. You need to focus, you think as you dress again, in your robes.

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The day has been hard and tiring. The warmth of a hot caf and random holovid lure you to your quarters. You skid to a stop as you find the ARC trooper standing in front of your door. Confusion takes your features as you stop right behind him.

“Fives”

“Y/N...erm...hi” he says scratching the back of his head. You smile at the man, an awkward silence engulfs you both. “Is there something I could help you with?” You ask circling him to enter your quarters, he stands there waiting.

“You can come in, please get comfortable” you reassure him and he steps inside, the door closes behind him. Fives takes the invitation and clips off his helmet.

“Could I get you something? Caf?” You ask as you lift your gaze to meet his. You are enhanced again by his honey eyes. “Um...caf” he says and you put the pod to heat. The silence its not awkward now rather comforting. “So...how was your day?” He asks taking a seat on the small kitchen aisle in your quarters. Being a Jedi General has its perks.

You smile as you pour caf on two mugs. Turning around you give him one. “It was ok, following after the General and so on” you say sipping on your caf. Fives nods along listening to your explanation of your day.

“What about you?” You ask putting the mug on the table. Fives falls into deep thought about his day. He sighs swirling the caf in the mug. “Fives...? You mumble staring down at the trooper. He shrugs the question and you get it now. He wants comfort, the same one you went looking for last night.

Suddenly you stand from the aisle and grab his gloved hand. “Come, let’s watch some holovids” you say leading the trooper to your bed. You watch as he takes off the armor stripping down to his blacks. You sit on the bed prepping your datapad.

Silently Fives lays down and you put a random holovid. He stares at the pad as a loth cat starts doing random tricks. “I like loth cats” you mumble blushing shyly, Fives sees the pink color on your cheek and he can’t help but find it adorable like. He chuckles yet the smile following doesn’t reach his eyes.

As you get comfortable you open your arms, Fives lays down. You can smell his cologne which you had smuggle in for him. Man cologne and also the recent caf you gave him. Your nose nuzzles into his hair, smelling his shampoo. Your fingertips stroke his nape as you trace circles on his hair. The moment intimate just like last night but now you’re the one comforting him.

“Since Echo...” Fives starts as he stares into nothing. You understand now, since Echo’s death Fives felt nothing but guilt. “I feel nothing but pain each time I think about him, my vod” he says his voice cracking along the way. The next thing that comes out of his mouth take you by surprise.

“It should’ve been me” he mumbles dejectedly causing you to tilt his chin towards you. “Don’t day that” you whisper meeting his teary gaze. He sights looking away from you.

“Fives...you are worth this galaxy. Echo’s death is not your fault, ik’aad. He made a sacrifice and he knew it. He loved you, Fives and I think that Echo wouldn’t like to know that you have been beating yourself for something beyond your control” you reassure petting hand rack through his hair once again. Fives wraps himself around you tighter, small sobs escape his lips.

“I’m sorry my love” you mumble kissing his forehead as tears escape your eyes. Only you get to see Fives true self. “I love you, Fives” you reassure hugging the man tighter.

Sleep lolls you to sleep as Fives’ sniffles tell you that he fell asleep. And for the first time in nights you manage to sleep soundly with the man you love in your arms. No nightmares and no crying, just sleep and warmth.

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Author’s note: This was cute to write to be honest. I’ve always pictured Fives to be actually soft even if he’s all playboy and stuff. Have this fluff kinda sad thing but I enjoyed it! Reblog and like for future content!

#arc trooper fives imagine #fives x reader #arc trooper fives x reader #clone trooper fives #501stlegion #clone imagines #the clone wars #tcw #cxptain rex #adri answers

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parkkrys · 4 years

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Hello! I'm new to your blog and I was going through your star wars tag and I came across the 30 au star wars request of yours?. I wonder if you ever heard of Mermaid au? it's okay if you don't BUT can I request Cody/Rex and(or) Jesse/Kix? I have to gather my self for a long time before typing this as fast as I can AFGSHDHDH HNGGGGG--

You are adorable!! I apologize for the late answer but here you are! I hope you enjoy!

Kix has always been fascinated by the surface even when he was a small baby Mer. His mother would always smile as she held him, listening to everything he would say about the topic and chime in a few words as she would do his hair. He would even listen to what his older siblings would say about the surface with wide eyes for hours.

“How old does humans live for buir?”

She chuckled as she kissed his forehead. “They have short lifespans compared to us Mers. They only live up to a hundred years while we live for thousands. It’s interesting isn’t it?” She whispered as she pulled the soft sea leaf around him.

“Be careful Kix, that mind of yours will get you into trouble one day.” She whispered as she tucked him into bed. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum ad’ika.”

It was only a few days after that he lost his mother to humans. He was struck by the thought of something so wonderous, something so breathtaking could be so evil. But as he grew older, he had the thought that if some Mer’s can be bad but some are good then it must apply to the humans as well. Some are bad and do horrible things, but most of them must be good in some way.

It was tradition in the Mer-folk culture that once a Mer turns a certain age they were allowed to go up to the surface, just to see how dangerous the ‘man’ can really be. Most Mer-people feared the man that wandered on the surface from the stories that the older Mer-folk would tell when they were young.

Kix has heard all the stories and it always worried the others with just how fascinated he was with them. He didn’t scream and cower like the other Mers, instead he would ask questions. But through it all Kix could always count on one person to be there beside him.

Rex has always been his best friend throughout the years and even Kix had to admit that he grew into a beautiful Mer with his buzzed blonde hair and his dark royal blue tail. He wasn’t surprised at all when Rex announced that he was being courted by the second in commands Ghost clan. He has met Cody with his stupid golden tail that took his breath away, but he knew that they would compliment each other very well.

“Rex?”

Rex hummed as he looked up from the collection that Kix has collected over the years. “What’s up?”

Kix hesitated as he laid on the sand, soaking up the warmth as he stared up at the never-ending blue of the ocean. “What did you do on your day to the surface?”

Rex snorted as he looked over towards him. “I observed, I analyzed and I saw what I saw. I told you this, I didn’t see what they told me. I saw people laughing, dancing, walking on two legs. I saw a whole new world that doesn’t make sense to me.”

Kix smiled as he listened to Rex ramble trying to picture it. “Look, Kix I know you are excited for your day on the surface but please do be careful. Your curiosity could get you into trouble.”

“I know.” Kix said as he rolled over, settling his chin on his crossed arms as he looked up at Rex. “I just can’t wait to see it.”

“Just be careful. I can’t lose you.”

Kix groaned as he pushed himself up, swimming over to settle down beside him. He always envied the easy way that Rex could admit things and to show emotions as well as he did. Well lately he hasn’t considering how many times Kix had to listen to him gush about Cody but he saw the way how emotionless Cody would brighten up when he saw Rex. It was sweet Kix has decided when he met Cody for the first time.

“I know vod, I wouldn’t leave you without a fight.” Kix muttered as he wrapped an arm around him. Rex hummed as he leaned his head on top of Kix’s, a move that always annoyed Kix to no end as he shoved a laughing Rex away from him. “I am leaving now.” He huffed out as he moved to swim towards the exit but was trapped as Rex threw his arms around him, giving him a squeeze before letting go.

“Just try to stay safe tomorrow yeah?”

“Yeah, of course. Don’t worry about its Rex or you will make yourself sick like you usually do.” He made sure to give him a stern look, smirking lightly at Rex’s sheepish look. He knew exactly what Kix was talking about considering how he made himself sick for hours when he thought Kix has gotten himself kidnapped by another clan. Which he clearly didn’t because he had everything in control thank you very much.

When the day finally came for Kix to make his first and only trip (we will see about that Kix snorted mentally) to the surface. He couldn’t keep his nerves calm as he listened to everything the elder was babbling on about. Stay safe, don’t go near humans, you only get to stay up there for one hour, all the basic rules that every Mer knows when it is their time to go up to the surface.

“Just be careful verd’ika.” The elder eventually signed, knowing that Kix was not listening to him. It wasn’t long until Kix was making his way to the surface, stopping briefly to wonder at the ship that was sailing up above. He has gone through the ships on the ocean floor but seeing one that was above on the surface was a new wonder as he swam forward.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly breached the surface of the water, breathing lightly to test the air as he watched the bright lights on the ship and the soft looking sails move with the breeze. He shivered lightly when the cool breeze brushed along his skin, making him feel chilled in a different way that he wasn’t used to.

The thought didn’t last long as he heard music playing and he couldn’t help but to silently and very carefully climb up onto the ropes to peak over the edge to see what was happening on the deck, gasping lightly at the sight of people dancing, laughing, smiling. It was a sight that he knew would never forget or stop thinking about as he continued watching.

He didn’t know how this man got his attention but he stopped as he noticed one of the humans silently watching the crowd, smiling at what the others were saying to him and his breath hitched. The human was different from the others with the black ink that marked along his skin, maybe a symbol for something important Kix would have guessed but it was his gentle eyes that had his attention.

The way that he watched his people, those soft golden eyes that were gentle but firm and, in some cases, mischievous as well.

He has never seen someone express so many emotions with their eyes before and he couldn’t help but to lean closer.

“Hey Jesse! Stop standing around and get your ass over here!”

He flailed slightly as he darted quickly to hide, his breaths hard as he listened to footsteps wondering overhead. It wasn’t like he was scared of them, more like he was worried he would actually get caught but as he once again looked over the edge he watched as Jesse moved, smiled, laughed and maybe he was in more trouble then he thought. There was no way he was only going to the surface today, he had to see him more, needed to know more about him. He just needed to figure out where exactly he lived.

“Hey boys! Keep an eye out! Looks like there is a storm coming!”

Kix breathed in sharply as he whipped around to see the dark clouds rolling in and he knew something bad was going to happen. Ships weren’t meant to outlast a storm that made the ocean turn against the sailors, Kix really has to wonder why the humans don’t just build them better but it wasn’t up to him. He at least gets the things inside them when they make it to the ocean floor.

He let himself dive into the water, swimming quickly to watch how bad this one could be and he wasn’t surprised to see the storm already making its presence known when he popped back up to the surface.

He knew he should swim under, letting the sailors meet their fate but he remained frozen. He has heard the tales about how wind will whip about, the sky thundering and bright flashes of light will appear across the sky and it was beautiful. What wasn’t beautiful was how the ocean responded to said storm as he ducked back underwater, swimming quickly to avoid a wave crashing into him.

He may be a water creature but he has heard stories of how much it hurts to be caught by one of those waves and he wasn’t going to test it out to see if it actually does. But he does need to make sure Jesse is okay and reluctantly the other humans since they were probably Jesse’s friends.

By the time he made his way back to the ship it was on fire and he stopped and just stared. How the kriff did the thing catch on fire he shall never know. Snapping out of his bewilderment, he twisted around eyes darting to catch any sign of Jesse as he swam, desperate to know if he was alive or not.

It wasn’t long until he caught sight of him for only a moment as he slipped underwater. “Kriff.” Kix muttered as he dived back underwater, swimming as hard as he could to get to Jesse.

Grunting, Kix slipped his arms around him, flipping his tail towards the surface as he moved the humans head to his shoulder once they were up above the water.

“You’re heavier than you look.” He grunted and it was a slow-going process as he panted, dragging himself along the shore while trying his best to not jostle Jesse to much as he collapsed beside him on the rough sand in exhaustion.

Laying there beside him staring up the blue sky, watching the birds fly he yearned to be apart of this world. He wanted to dance, he wanted to walk, run jump anything that a person with two legs can do. He turned to look at the man beside him, watching as his chest moved with every breath he took, his eyelashes flutter. He was beautiful.

He also broke several laws with saving him but he couldn’t find it in him to care. He wanted to be a part of this man’s world even if he didn’t know him. Slowly he brought his hand closer, using his fingers to trace the silly tattoo he had printed on his face.

“You are so beautiful” He whispered to himself as he let his finger trace along the bridge of his nose, lifting his finger to trace his lips. What he would do to get to know this man. He knew at that moment he was going to give his elders even more headaches if he was ever caught going back up to the surface to see him. And maybe, just maybe he would gather the courage to call out to him and talk to him.

He froze when he watched Jesse’s body shift, groaning as he moved his head and Kix scrambled to get back to the water. He didn’t hesitate once he slipped back into the water, swimming farther away in an attempt to not be seen. He breathed heavily once he thought he was a safe distance away, slowly moving back to the surface to take a peek to see if his human was gone.

His fear disappeared as he watched Jesse sit up, staring out to the water before calls rang out and several people appeared to take him away hopefully to a safe place.

By the time that he finally got back to where he was supposed to be despite being several hours late, the first person he tries to find is Rex. He couldn’t wait to tell him everything. And maybe he can figure out how exactly he can walk on land, maybe the sea witch will know of a spell to let him walk on land. He would do it, no matter the cost and no matter how how it could hurt, he would go through any pain to be able to live a life with Jesse.

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