#I do want to color it eventually I think it’ll look cool

[frozentothetouch]

I made this months ago with the intention to line and color it, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get around to it so here

for context, demon server was talking about third novel and that sonmuji backstory sounds like an isekai so this was my take

#I’m still proud of this #I do want to color it eventually I think it’ll look cool #but I feel like my tumblr following deserves to see this treasure #shoutout to silly n foren for coming up with titles and motivating me to draw this #the promised neverland #tpn #yakusoku no neverland #tpn mujika #tpn sonju #tpn lewis #and leg #myart:)

[showtoonzfan]

Yes, I’ve seen the cast list and the HH clip! Remember y’all, I have a twitter, I tweeted some thoughts about it there!

But to sum it up, animation was an eye sore to look at, the camera work was— bad…very bad, you could get motion sickness looking at it and the bright colors once again don’t help. The clip honestly looked…unfinished or edited in a way, like Charlie’s song was cut off a bit. I really want it to be pleasing to look at, and it’s just…not, for the same issues the HH pilot had. Everything moves so fast and not one shot is still or lingers.

As for the voice actors…I can’t really say much other than good for them. Some of (if not the entire cast) are very talented people, I’m a huge musical theater nerd so I knew who Christain Borle was immediately, him as Vox and Keith David as Husk shocked me. We have yet to hear these new actors so we’ll see. I already said this on twitter but I personally don’t think Borle’s voice will fit Vox. His voice is very soft and gentle, and Vox comes off to me as someone with a deep voice. If anything, as someone who’s heard Borle’s amazing singing and acting, he would have been a great Lucifer.

The elephant in the room is that the pilot cast deserved better. I really did feel like they were good, cause I personally don’t like Alastor’s new voice and especially Angel’s (who I’m sorry, but it feels like he’s just trying so hard to impersonate Kovach) it just…sucks, but I of course have no ill judgment against the new voice actors, just that they’re all too talented to be saying the shit dialogue that Viv comes up with. I do feel like it’ll take me a bit to get used to the new voices ofc (Stephanie B as Vaggie seems to be the only one I’m cool with cause Charlie sounds off) but again…we’ll see eventually.

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #hazbin hotel critical #Hazbin critical #anti vivziepop

[1d1195]

Zipper Extra VII

As much as I love this couple, I struggled to come up with an idea for this so I hope this works.

~3.5k words

“I want it to be perfect,” she whispered.

“For whom, m’love?” He wondered. “For me? You’re there. We could get married in trash bags and be married by an alien,” he reminded her making her smile so gorgeously it made Harry’s heart skip a beat.

Harry was losing his mind again.

There was a ring on her finger and somehow that made her more enticing to the men that saw her in public. At the coffee shop, Harry would look at the different roasts to take home and someone would immediately start chatting with her asking to buy her coffee unaware that Harry was only a few feet away. Of course she stopped them politely, explained her fiancé was right there. “Oh, I didn’t even notice the ring,” the man murmured, further turning Harry green with envy.

When they were at the grocery store, the bagger insisted on lifting her items and offered to take them to her car while Harry headed back to grab something they inevitably forgot. Once more she assured the man that her fiancé was more than capable of doing so. “Hmm...I didn’t see your ring,” he admitted.

Of course they didn’t.

Why would anyone bother to look away from her pretty face for even a second to see if she was happily taken?

It soured Harry’s mood immensely. Naturally, she was kind about it on the ride home. She didn’t speak about it at all, merely held his hand as he drove and gave it a gentle squeeze every couple of minutes. She would tell him all about her ideas for their wedding; how she wanted sunset colors for her bouquet: peach, golden yellow, some light orange colors, sprigs of purple, and rosy pinks. “I think it will offset the blue dresses the girls will wear really nicely,” she explained.

He typically grunted in response still feeling frustrated over how someone blatantly flirted with her. It shouldn’t have surprised him. She was so pretty and so nice. It was a wonder Harry didn’t resort to physical fights. Eventually after a few grunts she would finally ask. “Do you have any ideas of what you want? I’ve been struggling with a seating arrangement plan. I see lots of cool things on Pinterest, but nothing really speaks to me.”

Almost always it worked. Harry would clear his throat, forced to answer her question. He had to forget about the jealousy that filled him because he would rather die than not help his fiancée with whatever it was she wanted. “M’not too sure,” he murmured. “What are the options?” Because he was not going to be one of those men who did nothing to help plan. She went through hundreds of different options and questions. They were pretty agreeable on most fronts.

“Having the seats listed on a mirror is really popular these days. I went to a wedding in college that was on a windowpane and that was cool. I’m really into this thing I saw though it almost looks like a clothesline—little clips hold the cards in place for people to find it.”

Harry could hear the way her voice changed when she talked about the little clothesline. “I like that,” he smiled.

“Yeah? You’re not just saying that?” She always asked.

“No, kitten. Course not,” if he didn’t like it, he would tell her. “I think it’ll be beautiful.”

“I was also thinking about our welcome sign.”

“Hmm?”

Harry knew she was trying to trick him into feeling less jealous the longer she spoke. It worked too. “I’ve been trying to come up with something punny. Finally found ‘you’ve been sentenced to a lifetime of happiness,’” she giggled. Harry snorted and shook his head. “Is that lame?” He glanced at her peripherally as they pulled onto their apartment’s street.

“Not if y’want it, love,” he assured her.

“I know, but I want you—”

“I think it’s adorable,” he pulled into a spot on the street and parked. He turned to her finally, gazing into her soft, pretty eyes. He looked at her lips and brought his hand to her face admiring how warm her skin felt beneath his palm. She was so pretty every moment of the day it was incredible she was all his to admire.

“It’ll have a gavel below the words, and I want it to be decorated with the flowers we pick,” she continued.

“You’ve already made the sale, kitten,” he chuckled, brushed his thumb on her lip.

“I want it to be perfect,” she whispered.

“For whom, m’love?” He wondered. “For me? You’re there. We could get married in trash bags and be married by an alien,” he reminded her making her smile so gorgeously it made Harry’s heart skip a beat.

“Well,” she sighed. “When you put it that way.”

“M’sorry m’a jealous monster,” he whispered quietly.

She blushed below his hand, and she glanced from his uninterrupted gaze. “I don’t think you’re a monster. I don’t think you have anything to be jealous of either.”

He smiled; pressed his lips to her forehead and nodded. “Probably not, but can’t help it,” he shrugged. “M’sorry.”

“I would probably tear a girl’s eyes out if she even looked at you.”

Harry laughed loudly. “I would never make y’jealous, kitten. Ever. But I would love t’see that.”

*

It was going to be a spring wedding. Spring in the loosest sense of the word. It was going to be on the first day of spring but there was no way of knowing if it would be a warm spring day or a holdover of a cold winter day.

It didn’t bother her much planning most of it. Everyone in her life told her a thousand different things that made her anxious and sick of hearing the difference of opinions when the only opinion she cared about was Harry’s.

“I want to show you my dress so bad,” she told him while they snuggled on the couch watching a movie.

He smiled. “I can’t wait t’see it, kitten. Gonna look like an angel,” he kissed the top of her head.

She buried her face into his side. “I don’t know about angel,”

He chuckled. “Course y’will, love. Y’look like an angel every day,” he reminded her.

She laughed, muffled by his ribcage. If she had the ability to tell her younger self she would one day be engaged to Harry Styles she didn’t think there was a world in which she would have believed it. But right beside him, calling her an angel. It seemed like the surest thing to ever bet on.

*

“Mom,” she sighed rubbing her forehead. Harry was walking in the door, a box of cupcakes for tasting. He picked them up after a long day of work. She could see the exhaustion on his face. There were dark circles under his eyes and his hair had that look that he ran his hand through it too many times.

On the table was a giant poster board filled with sticky notes that was supposed to keep them organized in planning but felt like a full-time job some nights.

Her mom was talking in her ear about how her uncle wanted to bring his new girlfriend despite the fact his ex-wife was going to be there, and they did not get along. “Mom, it’s my wedding!” She was practically bubbling with tears. Harry rushed over, missing the counter as he put the box down, which left the cupcakes smeared on the floor in the process. Harry looked at the box like it was the box’s fault but feeling shame that it was his own doing.

Her jaw dropped in shock, unable to believe the chaos that seemed to creep in every moment the closer it got to the wedding. It was only four months away and they had already been planning for so long. While she looked at the ruined cupcakes, she listened to her mom try to reason with her that it was what you were supposed to do at a wedding. They could rearrange everyone when the time came so that everyone was happy.

“Mom, I have to call you back,” she mumbled and hung up without another word. Poor exhausted Harry looked at the cupcakes.

“Fuck, m’sorry, kitten,” he frowned. “I thought y’were going t’cry and I just wanted t’make sure y’didn’t...I can call and ask for another dozen and go get them right now—”

“Can we get married this weekend?” She looked at him nervously. “Please?” She whispered.

His voice felt broken. They had been planning for nearly a year. A wedding that they were grateful to afford because so many could not have the elaborate wedding they were planning. One that had everything they wanted. But even in their own planning, it was their wedding and yet it was still dissolving into anxiety and madness. It was supposed to be in front of all their friends and family. “But what ‘bout—”

“We can do that one too, but I’m going crazy. You’re going crazy,” her voice cracked. “I just want to be your wife. I don’t care about any of this anymore,” she whispered.

“Kitten,” he cooed.

“I know I’m crazy but if one more person asks if they can bring their child after I specifically said no children I’m going to scream,” she sniffled.

“Baby,” he frowned. “Please don’t cry,” he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. “I know s’overwhelming but I want you t’have—”

“Then please marry me. This weekend,” she repeated into his shirt.

“How on earth could I say no to you?” He asked rhetorically.

*

Angelic was insulting compared to how beautiful she looked. In fact, there wasn’t a word to describe how perfect that dress looked on her. It literally stole Harry’s breath away. “Breathe,” Louis muttered to him as she entered. His voice felt frozen, and he wondered how on earth he was going to get through vows.

Louis was the only person they told. He closed the office down for the night. Told everyone that planned on working on a Saturday evening that they couldn’t. Something about buffing the floors or tenting for fumigation. But really, Louis was going to marry them as a recently registered online-ordained clerk. They were getting married in Harry’s office because that’s where she told Harry she loved him for the first time. She walked the short distance from the door to where Louis and Harry had moved his desk to the side so they could get married in the setting sunlight. There were a few bouquets of flowers that Harry thought would match the theme of their other wedding in a couple short months.

She held a similar bouquet in her hands. Harry thought she looked like an ancient goddess of sunlight and flowers. Her dress was A-line in structure. A plunging neckline with intricate floral lace on the bodice without any sparkle. The floral lace faded into the flowy skirt and against the setting sun, she looked golden against the pure white dress. She was the most precious thing he had ever seen. She was completely right; he was desperate to see her in this dress. Waiting another few months would have been sinful.

“Hi,” Harry smiled as she stood in front of him.

“Hi,” she giggled. “It doesn’t fit right because it still needs to be altered,” she told him and showed off the back that had a similar plunging neckline but against her back. “I stole all our chip clips,” she smiled excitedly. Harry laughed and shaking his head at her and her adorable antics. “And I won’t have my hair like this.”

Harry hadn’t even noticed that she had her hair down naturally as she always wore it. Her makeup was the same as he saw it each day. Yet somehow it was even more beautiful. “I think y’should,” he murmured.

“Oh?” She smiled. Nodding he scanned her up and down unable to believe she was all his. In a few moments she would be his wife for the rest of their lives and beyond. “You look perfect,” she assured him. Harry always looked handsome. He had plenty of suits due to his job, but there was one he had gotten shortly after getting engaged. He never told her but as she scanned the suit, it fit better than all his other ones, it seemed she realized he got a new one just for this day. Like it was made to be on him and look so perfect on him for this moment.

“Are you ready?” Louis asked quietly. It was their evening, and he didn’t want to spoil it or rush it. But Louis also knew that Harry would spend hours ogling her if he let him.

They both nodded eagerly.

Louis went through the basics, the things that were said at every wedding but they were staring at each other, Harry holding her left hand in both of his while her other hand held her bouquet. “Do you want to do your vows now?” Louis asked.

“I forgot mine,” she admitted.

He shrugged. “They don’t have to be the ones we wrote,” he offered.

She took a deep breath. “Okay, Louis, I’m sorry,” she smiled. He winked at her and she turned her gaze back to Harry. “They’re not going to make any sense if I say them off the top of my head,” she warned.

“S’okay,” he assured her. “M’gonna love you no matter what.”

With another deep breath she started. “I’ve been so lucky to know you since we were kids. Thinking back on it, I’m sure I’ve loved you since we were in college. Having our lives intertwined so obviously seems like fate, in hindsight. But I wouldn’t trade a day of our relationship and every path and twist and hiccup it led us to for anything. There are days where I truly don’t want to do anything but be your wife and just...bask in how perfect it is. I lose all sense of identity and it’s not a bad thing. I am so in love with you it makes me,” she sighed, shaking her head, keeping her gaze on his green eyes that looked golden in the sunlight. “I am so happy to marry you. It might be the best thing I’ve ever done. You make me a better person, you make me happy, you make me feel safe,” she blinked away briefly and laughed. “I didn’t...” she sniffled as she thought of the night that Harry was there to save her and kickstart their romantic relationship. Despite how scared she was at the time; she would be forever grateful for Harry finding her and keeping her safe. Always. “Oops,” she swiped at her cheek and Harry chuckled.

“S’okay,” he promised. She sniffled again, a tear rolling down her cheek.

“I think if I admitted it to myself, I always had a crush on you. Ever since we were young,” he reached for that tear and wiped it away. “You make sure I have medicine when I don’t feel well, and you always make sure I eat. You dance with me in the kitchen, and you don’t mind that I’ve been in pajamas for two days on the weekend. You make me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world,” she paused briefly and squeezed his hand like it was part of the promise she was whispering to him (and Louis). “I’m going to have a crush on you for the rest of our lives and I’m so happy we’re here and I love you very much. I always will. And I will always do everything I can to make you happy.”

Louis looked at Harry pointedly. “I can’t wait to hear what she has to say when she has prep time,” Louis smirked.

Harry rolled his eyes as she giggled, which just made his heart feel warmer than he ever thought possible.

He squeezed her hand. “I feel like I’ve said m’vows a hundred times t’you now. When I told you I loved you for the first time, right here. Then when I proposed. M’going to love you with everything in me. Every single day. M’gonna love you more every day. Somehow. I’ll figure it out, I promise,” he smirked making her giggle. “You mean everything t’me,” he promised. “I don’t care ‘bout money, houses, billable hours, or contracts. The second I think of you, it all goes away. You are my entire world. You make me so happy. Even when I don’t want t’be happy. Y’work tremendously hard t’make our lives easier and happier. T’make me happier. No one has ever done that for me before,” he explained. “I admire you more than anyone on this earth,” her eyes welled with tears again.

“M’going to love you and cherish you and take care of you for as long as we live and then wherever this afterlife takes us,” it truly sounded like a vow. “I want this to be the last time you cry, but seems a bit unrealistic,” he chuckled and wiped at her tears again as she giggled tearily through the words. “M'never going t’be responsible for your sadness, kitten. I promise. M’always going t’be responsible for making y’happy. When y’need me, m’going t’be there. Always. I love you more and more every second and I wish I figured it out sooner than I did,” the only nod to the rough start they had in ages. “But m’glad I figured it out now. Glad I get t’see you in this beautiful dress and hear y’tell me that m’worth it,” he whispered.

“You are,” she mouthed unable to speak.

“I love you,” he repeated. “Forever, and ever.”

Louis cleared his throat awkwardly and shook his head. “Didn’t know you could do that,” he muttered and pinched at the corner of his eyes. She laughed tearily, still but Harry couldn’t help but smile. Louis spoke again, more logistics and legalities. Terms and conditions the pair of them were used to hearing.

Harry was certain he said “I do, I do, I do,” about a hundred times when Louis asked making him and his beautiful girl laugh again.

“And do you take Harry Styles to be your husband?” Louis asked.

Her eyebrows pinched together as she looked at the most perfect man she had ever met. She tilted her head at him. “Are you holding your breath?” She whispered.

“Please say ‘I do,’” he mumbled but he was definitely holding his breath.

She giggled. “I do,” she rolled her eyes. “You idiot.”

“Thank you,” he sighed with relief.

Louis snorted. “Just kiss her already,” he chuckled.

Harry dipped her as if they were dancing in the kitchen at home. His hand unclipping one of the chip clips holding her dress in place. She giggled as his lips sealed over hers. “Congratulations, Mrs. Styles,” he murmured against her mouth when he pulled away slightly.

Louis chuckled, grabbing the clip, and heading for the door to sign the marriage certificate.

She kissed him again, the flowers falling to the floor, and she held his face in both her hands. “I love you, Mr. Styles,” she smiled. She looked so beautiful; it made Harry’s heart ache.

“This was an amazing idea, kitten,” he told her standing her upright, and kissing her again.

“I have those every now and then,” she tucked her face into his chest. Another clip fell off her back.

He laughed and kissed her forehead. “Better get y’home so y’don’t flash Louis on our way out,” he suggested.

She smiled. “Well...I actually brought a change of clothes,” she assured him. “And I may have told Louis to leave the floor locked and leave,” she bit the inside of her lip.

Harry felt warm all over. “Oh?” One of his eyebrows quirked up. His expression hooded as he looked her over.

“I think you got a good view of my dress for now, right? You can wait till spring?” She asked, pulling the last two bag clips off the back of her dress. Without them holding it in place, it draped differently on her body making it fall haphazardly around her torso, dangerously close to revealing some of Harry's favorite physical features of hers.

“I’d like to view it on the floor,” his voice was low and hungry in tone as he scanned her.

She smiled. Turning around, she showed off her zipper. "Unzip me."

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[kittyball23]

I'm in the Band! (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: The day before BroZone’s fateful show, the bros try and decide on an outfit for Baby Branch to debut in

A/N: Taking place before TBT

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“This is… not going to work,” Spruce said resolutely.

The purple-haired Trolling scrunched his nose. His baby brother in no doubt looked cute – too cute for his own good – but how was he supposed to bust a move with them onstage with this… this clown’s outfit?

All right, the outfit wasn’t that bad. It was the same outfit that he and his brothers wore every time – a colorful vest, and the long white slacks. Problem was… Baby Branch was not quite the same size as them yet, something that John Dory hadn’t taken into consideration at the time that he put the outfit together for Branch. The blue vest covered Branch’s entire little body, his eyes hardly able to peek out from the top of the garment. The pants hung almost like a gown’s train behind him, far too long and annoying to keep from tripping on.

Next to Spruce, John Dory blew a raspberry. “Ah, it’s fine! He’ll grow into it.” He paused, and then added, “eventually.”

Clay, who also felt as uncertain as Spruce, glanced at his brother. “Right… but we’re not going on stage eventually. We’re going to go onstage with him tomorrow. That’s only 24 hours from now, bro!”

“And I can tell you right now,” Floyd chimed in, “this might be our style, but it is not his.” He picked up one of the loose pant legs and shook it for emphasis. “Not yet anyway,” he added.

“So you’re going to have to find something else for him to wear. Unless you want us to mess up the choreography,” Spruce concluded.

To give even more finality to the point, Baby Branch peered down at the attire and then innocently looked back up at John Dory with his large eyes. “My clothes don’t fit,” he whimpered.

John Dory, at a loss, sighed, seeing that they were correct. “Okay… fine.” He went off, rummaging through their stuff, until he pulled something else out. “How about this?” He held up another outfit that also looked far too large.

“No, JD,” Spruce sighed. “Just look at how small he is!”

“Well, he can’t just perform in his diaper!” John Dory insisted.

“Dude, I’m sure it’ll be alright. He’s just a baby,” Clay pointed out.

John Dory refused to give up. He searched again and then snapped his fingers in triumph. “Ah ha! This’ll be good!” In his hands he held up a small pair of glasses, round framed and bright white. “These were my old shades. Not as cool as the ones I have now, but hey, they fit my face back then.” He went over to Branch and then gently placed them on his face. “Alright, now how do ya like that, bro?”

Branch blinked, thinking, allowing himself to get a feel for it. A part of him wished he could have a cool puffy jacket like his brothers, but the glasses were still fun! So much fun, in fact, that the small baby went and toddled onto his feet and started busting out a few adorable moves of his own. “I love it!”

 The brothers grinned broadly and exchanged high-fives, triumphant in finding their resolution.

“Boo-ya!” John Dory cried, striking a fly pose. “Now you’re just as brodacious as the rest of us!” He scooped Branch up into his arms and began to head off with Spruce, Clay, and Floyd in tow. “Come on, little bro. It’s time to get ready to debut Bitty B!”

The other brothers snickered. “Bitty B?” Spruce questioned.

“Come on, dude, you’re going to tell me that you don’t like it?” JD smirked.

The purple Trolling shrugged. “It’s all right.” He didn’t want to fret too much over a nickname for the little guy. Regardless of what it was – or what any of their nicknames were for that matter - he knew that the crowd would still love them all the same.

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #branch trolls #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #floyd trolls #brozone #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes #brodacious fanfiction

[janeths]

Period Month

since I’m on my period and thought “how would Bowser feel about it? ” Since ya know turtles don’t have menstrual cycles, and since he also doesn’t know much about the human anatomy either. So ye, this happens when Y/N accepts Bowser as his loving partner after the period storm.

Also I have so many one shots between Bowser and Y/N not written just brainstorming , I’ll just write them here, and then I’ll write them on AO3

I hope I don’t make Bowser too ooc, but if I do I’m sorry.

Gender neutral pronouns but ya know, it mentions periods. So ye

It was a beautiful morning, waking up in a kingdom. Especially waking up next to the most powerful and most gentle man, Bowser. “Bowser?! How long have you been up?” Y/N turns around and sees him looking at her, smiling. “Hmm..? Hours probably. I didn’t want to wake you up. You looked so tired yesterday, thought I let you sleep more.” Y/N blinks then smiles. “You didn’t really had to do that… wait.. what time is it? “

“Hm? Oh I don’t know.“We got time still. I already have your clothes here. It’ll be hot over there, so I chose some light colors.” “Oh ye-.” Y/N suddenly grabs her stomach. “Uh… could I wear something more dark colors?”

“Is there something wrong with them?” He looks worried. “Oh! No no! It’s just that I’m not feeling the cool colors today that’s all.” “Can I choose them for you?” They both stood up and walked towards the huge closet. “Of course! Either way I don’t know what to wear.” Y/N feels a slight cramp. Don’t worry Y/N, just a small thing. It’ll go eventually.

“Are you ready to go, love? We’re gonna be late if we don’t go.” He says as he mutters under his breath, “Peach hates it when people are late…” Bowser breathes in, and gets a strange strong smell. I haven’t smelt that before, it’s quite strong though…

Couple of minutes passed, Y/N hasn’t gotten out of the room. Bowser was a bit worried and quickly ran upstairs to the room and found Y/N laying on the bed. “Y/N? Why are you still laying down? We’re gonna be late. If you don’t want to go, we don’t have to.” The strange smell is much stronger here, is it them? “Hm..? Oh Bowser… I uh..don’t feel too well… I think I’ll stay today. You could go.” Y/N covers herself and presses their stomach. “I’m not going anywhere but here.” Bowser calls Kamek to discharge the carriage, closes the door and sits next to Y/N. “What’s wrong, dear? Is it a headache? Fever? Stomach ache?” He touches their forehead gently. “No…I’m on my…Achoo!” Y/N sneezes unexpectedly and felt something wet and warm. “Oh no…” Y/N quickly takes the covers off and sees the forsaken storm they created. Feeling a bit of shame that Bowser has seen them in that position. THATS-! That’s the smell!

“Y/N! You’re bleeding! Let’s to go the hospital right away!” Bowser picks them up gently holding them with a blanket, and running towards downstairs. “Bowser! Calm down! Im fine!” He stops mid-track almost dropping Y/N. “But you’re bleeding! From down there!” “Bows..Let me go to the bathroom, and I’ll explain everything once I’m changed up. Just bring me clean clothes, alright love?”

Once Y/N cleaned themselves up, threw the dirty clothes and sheets onto the washer, they sit next to Bowser on the bed. “Have you calmed down a bit?” They chuckle as he blushes. “But Y/N what was that? You scared me! I thought you got hurt! I thought you were going to die on me! I kept thinking of horrible thoughts.” He frowns, hug them gently tight due to his figure and not wanting to hurt them. Y/N kisses his snout. “I’m sorry I scared you that way, I should have told you before.” “So what is it then? Because to me it looks like you were bleeding.” “Well… it’s sort of like that. Some mammals have to go through it. Turtles/Tortoises don’t since they are reptilian. I have it since it allows me to reproduce.” “Huh..” “But I don’t want to reproduce right now,so that means that this part right here.” Y/N points under their stomach. “Is what causes it. There’s little tiny eggs, which helps to make the child. But like I said I don’t want kids right now, so they kinda like erupt making me bleed and the consequences of not having a child, is that I have to suffer cramps, headaches, sleepiness, crying. It’s awful. Does that make sense now?” Y/N looks at him,not realizing their leg is shaking due to the cramps.“I do now, and feel much more relaxed. But…still, if you don’t want to reproduce, why do you have to suffer? Why go through it? Why.. everything?” “That’s just how it is…” “Is there anything I can do? Anything to help? I want to make you feel better.” “Well… I’m still cramping and I’m really tired… Do you think-” “Yes! Of course, come here.” They both lay on the bed and pulls them into a hug, their back facing Bowsers stomach. “Mhm.. how does that feel?” “Wonderful. Are your hands warm?”

“Yes, why ask?”

“Could you put them around my stomach? It’ll calm my cramps a bit.” He gently pulls them and puts his hand onto their stomach for reassurance. “I’ll stay here as long as I need too, don’t worry alright?”

“But what about-”

“Love, the kingdom can wait. My priority is to be here with you.” How did he know I was going to- never-mind I want to sleep.

“Y/N?” Fast asleep they went, and here comes the snores they offer. Bowser just chuckled to himself.

Those snores are so cute.

Bonus:

“Mario, I’m glad they didn’t come. It would have been such a terrible thing to send them back home.” Peach sighs, Mario walking back towards her with a warm towel and water. “Don’t worry about it, here…” Mario puts the warm towel on her stomach. “Thank you, Mario, but I really should-” “No, no. You need to at least rest. If you continue, your cramps will get worse. Ill take care whatever is necessary in the kingdom.” He kisses her forehead. “Now just rest my princess.”

Hmm… I never written anything here before. So uhhhh : I like Bowser :3

#bowser x reader #bowser x y/n #bowser

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Wear You Like A New Tattoo - Eddie Munson X Female Reader

Title: Wear You Like A New Tattoo

Eddie Munson X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Tattoo gun owner (mentioned)

WC: 3,003

Warnings: Needles, at-home tattoos, and like one curse word

You stared at the tattoo gun in Eddie’s hands, the inks containing various colors sitting on his bedside table.

“Where'd you even get this?” You asked, quicking up an eyebrow.

Eddie just shrugged, “A friend of mine is letting me borrow it. I thought, “why not have some fun?”

“Are you sure?” You asked, biting your lip nervously.

He nodded, “Yeah,” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it briefly.

You continued to worry on your bottom lip, trying not to show how nervous you were, but failing miserably. You watched as Eddie picked up a piece of ripped lined paper, before passing it over to you with a pencil. 

“Do you… Want anything specific?” You asked, clearing your throat.

“I don’t know,” Eddie said, running his fingers gently across your knee as he thought. “Just something metal.” He smiled down at you.

You furrowed your eyebrows in concentration. Looking down at the blank paper before you, you had a couple ideas. Quickly drawing them on the page, Eddie watched you in admiration and fascination. He was always amazed by your art skills. 

You tried to sketch things that reminded you of Eddie. His personality. He was loud, and a bit crazy, but he was also this sweet, adorkable nerd who liked weird fantasy games. He was a metal-head who loved jamming out to music just as much as he loved writing it.

Eddie had been your best friend since middle school. You had watched him grow from a weird and shy kid to an incredibly talented and lovable young man. There was no way you wouldn’t eventually fall in love with him. It was only a matter of time. And for now, you were taking that secret to your grave.

It took a while but eventually you had three designs drawn out. You looked up at Eddie who was staring at you intently.

“What do you think?” You asked, feeling your face heat up, passing him the paper.

Eddie looked at the drawings, a smile slowly gracing his face. “I like this one.” He replied, pointing to the design that had a rose with a skull inside it.

“Really?” You asked, beyond overjoyed.

“Yeah,” Eddie grinned, “It looks badass.”

Pointing to the second drawing, Eddie nodded in agreement. “This one is definitely metal.” He spoke, looking at the second drawing of the Hellfire devil.

Pointing to the last one, Eddie paused. “This one though… Is definitely my favorite.” He spoke, before nodding, mentally confirming which he wanted the most.

You smirked, looking back down at the paper. “The third one then?” You asked and Eddie nodded.

Eddie had chosen the favorite of your drawings, making you very happy. It was the one that you thought was the most like Eddie. It was a simple spider, but the abdomen was shaped like a skull. The legs were long and spindly and it had a dark but beautiful look.

“Yeah, I want it right here.” Eddie spoke, gesturing to his wrist.

Your heart fluttered as you looked up at him. “Are you sure you want me to do it? I don’t want to mess it up. We could just get it done professionally.” You asked nervously, stumbling over your words.

“Yes,” He replied, picking up the inks from his bedside table. “I want you to do it. If you mess up, it’ll just have more meaning to it.”

Your eyes widen at his words, “That’s pretty poetic of you, Eds.”

Swallowing, you moved, making sure that you had the cleaning solution, paper towels, and inks near you and ready. Sitting on your thighs, you reached out and grabbed his arm, cleaning his wrist with an alcoholic wipe. He winced at the sudden coolness, and you whispered an apology. 

“Alright,” You said, fanning his wrist with your hand to dry it. “We’re ready.”

Hands shaky, you reached to grab the gun, but Eddie stopped you. “Hey… You can do this.” He spoke softly.

You stare into his eyes, already feeling slightly better. That was one of the powers Eddie had; he could always calm you down, and empower you.

“Okay. I can do this.” Smiling proudly, Eddie nodded, closing his eyes as you moved once more.

Slightly less nervous than before, you grabbed the tattoo gun from beside you and the black ink. You had never used a tattoo hun before, but you had watched whenever Eddie got his tattoos done. It seemed easy enough. Clean the needle and add the ink, etc.

Biting your lip, you looked at your reference drawing, before you let out a deep breath you didn’t even realize that you were holding. Turning on the gun, you slowly began to outline the spider on Eddie’s wrist. Eddie let out a short hiss at the first contact, causing you to whisper out another apology.

The process wasn’t bad, but it felt really weird. The loud buzzing like a razor and the vibration, and the feeling of the needle scratching at his soft skin. Your heart beat was through the roof as you continued to replicate the skeleton spider, taking time to wipe the extra ink and blood with a paper towel.

Eddie kept his eyes closed, letting out deep breaths. He had many tattoos but the wrist was known to be the most sensitive part of a person when it came to having a tattoo.

Taking a slight break, you sat back from being hunched over his wrist, looking down at your half-done work. You knew that you could probably do the entire thing in about twenty minutes. You have finished just the skull of the spider, pretty proud of the shading.

“Do you want to see what I have so far?” You asked, but Eddie shook his head, tilting his head back towards the ceiling.

“I want to wait until it’s done. I want the full effect, babe.” He said simply, and you nodded.

Leaning forward again, you carefully began working again, adding more ink when needed. It took you longer than you originally thought, but after a good thirty more minutes, you were done.

Shutting off the gun and setting it aside, you grabbed the soup and added it onto the fresh tattoo and raw skin, gently applying it. Once cleaned, you patted it dry before looking down at your work.

You held Eddie’s hand in both of yours. His hand was slightly bigger than yours, callused; yet soft from playing the guitar and rolling D&D dice. You gazed at the rings adorning his fingers. The coolness of them compared to the warmth of his skin. His rings were always your favorite accessory of his. 

“Can I look now?” Eddie asked, fidgeting in his seat impatiently.

“Yeah,” You replied softly, clearing your throat in embarrassment as you realized you were staring.

Opening his eyes, he looked down, jaw dropping open slightly. He rubbed his finger gently against it, feeling the slight sting of his skin. You watched him curiously, anxiously, wondering if he would love the tattoo or hate it.

Eddie didn’t say a word, too speechless. He brought you hand up to his face and kissed you palm passionately and with so much enthusiasm. When he pulled away, you saw the huge smile on his face, his deep brown eyes staring right into yours. 

“It’s amazing!” He exclaimed happily.

Hearing those words, you felt yourself blush and smile. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you back tightly.

“Thank you,” He whispered before closing his eyes and nuzzling into te crook of your neck.

You reached up and raked your hand through his crazy, curly hair, before he pulled away.

“Let me wrap it.” You spoke reaching for the plastic wrap.

Eddie watched you, his chest rising and falling, full of butterflies. His heart was beating so fast, he felt as if it would explode. He watched as you wrapped a long strip of the plastic wrap, before wrapping it around his wrist and securing it nicely with such care.

Eddie couldn’t help the loving smile that slowly adorned his face. His love for you only grew as you continued to take care of his fresh tattoo. He had been in love with you ever since you split your turkey and cheese sandwich with him in fifth grade. And, his love only grew for you as the two of you did.

For years Eddie had wanted to confess, to say something. But, he was scared. He didn’t want to ruin your friendship. And, who was he kidding? Who would want to date him? Why would you want to date him? You were beautiful, funny, smart, and talented. And he was this weird, freaky outcast that was supposed to graduate highschool two years ago. He really wasn’t the ideal boyfriend, especially for you. He wanted you to find someone that was good enough for you. Someone that worshiped the ground you walked on like he did.

You finished wrapping the plastic wrap, making sure it wasn’t wrapped too tightly or too loose. Looking at his new tattoo, one you had designed, one that you had personally, permanently etched into his skin, you felt this strong feeling. 

Looking up, you noticed Eddie’s eyes already on you again. And before he could say anything, you beat him to it.

“I want one.”

Eddie’s eyes widened with surprise, “Are you sure? You don’t have to have one.” He spoke but you shook your head persistently, scooting closer to him.

Never breaking eye contact, you continued, “I’m serious. I want one. And I want you to do it.”

Eddie was in shock, biting his lip as he looked down at your arms, your skin clean of any tattoos. 

“Me? I’m not very good at art as you are, Y/N.” He spoke, nervously.

He never gave anyone tattoos, and the idea of tattooing you, his best friend. His mind was racing with so many thoughts. What if he messed up, permanently staining your skin forever with his mistake? What if he did it and you hated it and never wanted to speak to him again? You watched as Eddie’s mind ran, and you quickly grabbed his hand, snapping him out of it.

“I trust you, Eddie. I want you to do it.” You spoke, and Eddie chuckled breathlessly.

“Are you sure?” He asked, though after hearing that you wanted him to tattoo you, it made him feel amazing. That you had trusted him so much.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else.” Giving him a wide smile.

“Alright,” He spoke with a nervous laugh. “What do you have in mind?”

You shrugged, feeling the adrenaline running through your veins. “I don’t care what it is. As long as it’s from you.”

Eddie laughed at that, skating his head at you. “Alright, alright. I have an idea.”

Grabbing the paper you had originally drawn on, Eddie began his own sketch. It wasn’t as good as yours, but he did his best and that was all that mattered. This was going to be on your body forever and he needed it to look good. You watched as Eddie stuck his tongue out a bit as he drew, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. It was honestly the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

Finishing, he hesitantly handed you the paper. Your eyes widen and slightly watered at the sight of his small drawing. It was two small bats, seemingly flying together in the wind. It reminded you of you and Eddie, and his tattoo, and it was perfect. They were a bit wonky, but you thought they were cute and that it gave them personality. You were completely in love with it.

Eddie bit his lip, worried as he watched your eyes water. He ruined everything, he was sure.

“Is it okay?”

You nodded excitedly, “It’s perfect!” You spoke with a smile, and Eddie smiled, letting out a sigh of relief.

Grabbing the gun, and replacing the needle with a clean on, Eddie added the ink. Setting that aside, Eddie paused and looked up at you.

“Where do you want it?” He asked, and you pointed right at your wrist.

“I want our placement to match.” You spoke, and Eddie looked at you worriedly.

“Are you sure you want it there? It’ll hurt a lot.” He asked and you nodded, persistently.

“I’m a big girl, and the pain is temporary.” You insisted and Eddie nodded, agreeing.

“I’m not doubting your strength, sweetheart, just giving ya a little warning.” Eddie mumbled softly, as he cleaned the inside of your wrist. 

You didn’t say a word, closing your eyes as the gun began to buzz. You clenched your hand together around Eddie’s bedsheets, eyes forcefully shut from the sting of the needle repeatedly piercing your skin. It was taking a long time, but Eddie wanted it to look as close to his drawing as possible as he could. He even tied his curly hair back so it wouldn’t get in the way.

Letting out a deep breath, Eddie finished. Turning off the gun and setting everything aside. He cleaned the tattoo and patted it dry, being as careful and as gentle as he could possibly be. Apologizing profusely whenever a whimper passed your lips.

“Done.” He spoke softly, and you slowly opened your eyes, letting out a breathy sigh.

Eddie watched as you stared down at your wrist, eyes wide and mouth slightly hanging open, not saying a word. It scared him incredibly. He couldn’t tell if your reaction was good or not. Your heart was racing as you stared down at the two black bats. They were adorable. They weren’t picture perfect, but that made them all the more special to you. 

“It’s perfect,” You breathed out, leaning forward and kissing Eddie on the cheek.

Eddie smiled, rubbing your back affectionately. “I know it’s not great but I hope you like it.”

“How could I not? It’s so metal.” You reply with a laugh, as he wrapped your wrist with plastic wrap.

Eddie chuckled, feeling such relief. “Yeah, it is.” He agreed, and you giggled.

Leaning against his shoulder, you continued looking at your tattoo with such admiration. It was like you now had a little piece of Eddie on you wherever you went.

“You’re amazing, Eddie Munson.” You whispered to him, and he chuckled.

“Thanks,” He replied, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “You’re pretty amazing too.”

You looked up at him, smiling brightly. “Really?” You asked, and Eddie just grinned back happily.

“Well yeah.” He replied, holding your hand in his. “I mean you’re my best friend.”

You blushed, “And you’re mine.”

Eddie smiled sheepishly, looking down. “I never thought that I would meet someone like you. Someone who cares about me.”

His words made your heart ache. Eddie had always been nice to you, and you didn’t understand how people could think he was weird or a freak. He was just different, but so were you. 

You gently squeezed his hand, holding it in your lap. “I’ve never met someone like you either. Someone who loves music, D&D, and horror movies. Who doesn’t judge me for who I am.”

Eddie laughed, gently nudging your side. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I judge the crap out of you!” He teased, and you playfully punched his arm.

“Ow! You wounded me, fair princess!” He yelped infaux pain, clutching his arm, pouting.

You giggled, pulling him down to lay beside you on the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, your laughter resided, along with his. You and Eddie’s hands clasped and fingers intertwined. You both closed your eyes. Eddie let out a breath, biting his lip, gaining the courage to finally confess to you.

“I really like you, Y/N.” He muttered out quickly, hand holding yours tightly.

“I’m your best friend, you’re supposed to like me.” You speak softly, but Eddie shakes his head.

“I mean more than that, Y/N. I love you.” He spoke, shutting his eyes tighter.

You sucked in a breath, turning your head to look at his side profile. “I love you too.”

Shaking his head, Eddie continued. “No, no, no, no. I love you, as in more than a friend. I have since I basically met you.” Slightly frustrated at himself as well as frightened for what you would say or do.

Face red, you reached over with your free hand, flicking his forehead softly. Eddie opened his eyes suddenly, startled from the flick. Turning, Eddie gulped when he met your eyes.

“I understood you the first time, idiot.” You whispered, fully turning your body to face him and Eddie did the same.

“Really?” He asked, full of doubt. He must have heard wrong.

“Really. Since fifth grade, after you let me borrow your pencil and walked me to my class.” You laughed at the memory, Eddie doing the same, remembering that day.

“Yeah, and after I dropped you off at your class, I wandered the hall trying to find my class only to find out that we shared that same class.” Eddie spoke, his smile widening.

You sighed, nodding. “Yeah, the walk of shame.”

They sat in silence, before you scooted closer, wrapping your arms around him, effectively cuddling with him. Eddie wrapped his arms around you, one hand raking through your soft hair as the other gently traced your spine. He tucked his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

A massive weight lifted off of Eddie’s shoulders. You loved him. You loved him. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He felt like a fool for not telling you sooner if this was going to be the outcome.

Kissing your shoulder through your shirt, he slowly pulled away and looked into your eyes.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” He whispered tenderly.

You smiled, squeezing him tight. “I love you too, Eddie. Always.”

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #stranger things #female reader #tattoos #fluff #alight angst #friends to lovers #cute #eddie munson x female reader

[lyranova]

💌🌼🌹 for ezio, 🎶👗🎁 for neva best girl, and 🥘😊🍁 for alistair bc i know you get a lot of sad reqs for him

Hiya Tam! Of course 🥰, and Alistar does get a lot of sad requests, but its probably because he’s a really tragic character (I think me and a couple of other mutuals joked that he’s a magnet for Trauma 😆!)!

Ezio:

💌 - How would they react to a love letter?

Well…he would have to have it translated first (if it’s a love letter from Kai), but if it’s from Josslyn then it’ll be fine 😆!

He’d be confused at first, since he’s never gotten a love letter before. But then he would feel his heart flutter as he read the words on the page, he would probably be a blushing mess and would probably bury his face in his pillow/arms and would gush about how cute they are.

But he would have issues believing the words on the paper though, and would probably need to hear it again in person. Just because he needs that reassurance! And it doesn’t hurt to hear those words in person 😌.

🌼 - Assign them an aesthetic

Hmm…I feel like he is some kind of “Bad boy” or maybe some kind of rock-ish/cool guy aesthetic 🤔. He has a lot of earrings, wears a lot of dark colors, and tries to always look his best no matter what. So maybe an aesthethic like that 😅?

🌹 - Do they have a signature scent? Perfume, shampoo or alike?

Hmm I feel like his signature scent is something warm; like cinnamon, fall spice, nutmeg, y’know? Basically any kind of warm and fall/autumn fragrence you can think of is how I imagine Ezio smelling 😆!

Neva:

🎶 - How do they sound? Describe their voice

Neva’s VA is Sayori Hayami: Her voice is closer to her performance as Yukino Yukinoshita. She’s surprisingly soft spoken and quiet, but she isn’t afraid to raise her voice and get loud if she needs too.

👗-Describe their style

She has a very casual style, but it isn’t messy. She’s more “tomboy-ish” as she prefers pants, jeans, etc; to skirts and dresses. But once she starts dating Yuno her style changes a bit. It becomes a bit more mature, and a bit more “girly”. She starts wearing dresses and skirts, begins to put makeup on. Mostly because she wants to look nice and pretty for him, but also because it makes her feel good!

🎁 - Are they good at giving gifts? How about receiving them?

She’s…*okay* at giving gifts 😅. It’s mainly because she overthinks and worries about what to get her friends, because she wants them to actually like it, instead of them accepting it “just to be nice”. So because of that she can be indecisive and overthinks it before finally settling on something.

As far as her receiving gifts she gets very flustered about it (almost comically so) and then grows awkward before eventually accepting it, for the longest time she was only used to William buying her gifts, so getting gifts from others would be surprising for her.

Alistar:

🥘 - Favourite food?

Hmm…I think Caprese Panini is one of his favorite meals, it’s simple, delicious, and he can eat it quickly if he has too! It’s also easy and simple for him to make whether its for lunch or dinner. But after he goes to Hino and tries their dishes I can see his second favorite dish being Onigiri or Yakimeshi because of it being simple, quick, and filling!

😊 - Something that always makes them smile

Hikari. I’m kidding (partially)! While Hikari does always make him smile, I also think reading his mothers language of flowers makes him smile as well! Its like he’s able to talk to her in some way, or get some insight into what she was thinking at the time she was writing it. He loves seeing the little notes she makes like “This is Williams favorite flower!” or “X doesn’t like this flower, they say it smells like farts!”. It’s a way for him to personally connect with her, and seeing the bits of her personality never fails to make him smile!

🍁 - Their favourite season and why?

Alistar’s favorite season would probably be spring! He likes seeing the flowers come up from underneath the snow and ice, and he likes seeing the tree’s bloom and the animals coming back (except the birds. If he had it his way those devils would stay gone 😆!) but he just really loves Spring!

#asks #tam🍀 #my lovely mutuals #black clover oc #oc neva #oc; alistar #oc; ezio #oc ask game #thanks for asking 💕!

[mymarifae]

i really like the idea that in future chapters, we will be able to revisit old dark worlds. either because sealing a fountain doesn’t really mean that dark world ceases to exist, or because shit gets really fucked up and hometown is flooded with darkness, which is bad in terms of Balance, but kind of fun because it means all the dark worlds are connected now. and i think that this is the concept that seam’s dialogue after chapter 2 is setting up. i think the secret boss of chapter 3 really will be impossible to beat, and i don’t think we’re going to find the shadow mantle in chapter 3. meaning, we won’t be able to get that boss’s shadow crystal, and i have a funny feeling that getting all of them will be pretty fucking important, so there ... HAS to eventually be a way to go back, or at least that’s how i feel.

i think “hometown is flooded in darkness” is probably the most likely scenario in terms of how this will work out, meaning every hometown npc will be plunged into this new, giant dark world. and like. okay. the titans are probably on the verge of waking up, the universe is about to be destroyed, but also. it’s kind of cool. it’s kind of fun. there’s a sense of urgency but... things haven’t entirely hit the fan yet. there’s still room for fun and play and silly moments. even if they are a bit more somber now

okay anyway that’s not why i started writing this post. every dark world has been revived, absorbing hometown and now every lightner npc just has to reconcile with their new surroundings. those big ornate doors on the outskirts of castle town now act as a fast travel point, for easy access to certain places of Interest, like the old card castle or queen’s giant hamster water bottle. (though of course, you can access these places on foot still. if you wanted to poke around for extra stuff.) and we have established the idea of needing to go back to chapter 3′s dark world to beat that secret boss, after finding the mantle. which.. has yet to be found. so now it’s time to do just that. the immediate assumption is that it’ll be somewhere in the card castle--it’s not. okay let’s go look around in ??????, the first area of the closet’s dark world--surely it’s flying around somewhere up here! it’s not.

flummoxed, you start wandering around. perhaps you missed something. or several somethings. you eventually come across a newly formed doorway in what used to be alphys’s office hours alleyway. there is a cardboard sign plastered above the door, with colorful letters proclaiming that this is the “TEM SHOP.” (because we are all in agreement that if temmie goes to a dark world, she is instantly going to become a shopkeeper. somehow.) for completion’s sake, you go inside. you go through her dialogue. she just wants money for college. she doesn’t seem to care that the world might be destroyed and thus rendering her dreams of college nonexistent. she’s optimistic. you go to browse through her wares, expecting something akin to her undertale counterpart, aka a bunch of tem flakes. you stop in horror.

TEM CAPE!!!!!!! – 5,000 D$

“ARMOR 1DF sparkly. shiney...sooooo pretty AN!!! VERRY HOLY! SO VERY EXPENSIV sorryz”

temmie got the mantle first. and now you have to buy it from her. maybe the money isn’t an issue at this point, considering how easy it is to rack up dark dollars, but when you go to purchase it... temmie doesn’t seem to want to give it to you... it’s just so pretty and she likes wearing it. seems like you’ll have to offer her something pretty good in exchange.

#hi welcome to my blog where i discuss 100% serious deltarune theories and predictions #the mantle flew off after spade king's battle and it WAS flying around in ??????but tem got there first #she was scavenging for items to sell for her colleg educashun. the mantle caught her eye and she was like 🤑 but then she got attached to it #quite unfortunate. #the other day i was joking about making a predictions bingo card for deltarune but i think i'm actually going to and this is going on it #half the squares will be serious predictions like things i Know will happen because trust me i'm an english major (mostly) this is what i do #the other half will be nonsense. likethis. but i think things like this SHOULD happen because it would be so funny #and i like when things are funny. godbless

[creativenicocorner]

Okay! okay, I’ll give a tiny sneak peek (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ cause I’m really excited for these Discworld fics even though it’ll take some time to publish on Ao3 

Trial Runs and Errors upcoming ch4: 

Ainsel Fuchs was currently dangling by his knees upside down outside an unsuspecting third story window. He was doing this for multiple reasons...

Reason 1.) First and second story windows tended to have rot iron bars to deter thieves who were strolling by and considering to partake in a quick breaking and entering before evening elevenses*. [*not to be confused with its more fashionable and well known morning elevenses generally carried out. Evening elevenses are for the more rogue-ish sort who are centered around nocturnal habits]

Reason 2.) Someone had laid aside their sewing, which was very beneficial for operation Many Pockets.** [**In which, after failing to retrieve his worldly goods from the recently revived vampire Otto - Ainsel and Maurice decided to move on and focus on another means of carrying possessions, not just Ainsel’s, but other people’s too.]  

Reason 3.) There’s the added promise of also being able to swipe some pie that was left on the windowsill to cool.

Ainsel gripped the windowsill, and gave a whistle that could have been somewhat similar to a bird call, if the bird was choking on a crumb that is.  

“How many times do I have to tell you, don’t whistle at me,” hissed Maurice as he slowly made his way down to the windowsill via Ainsel.

“Well how else am I supposed to tell you things are okidoki? Should I chitter like a squirrel? Or squeak? Or-”

“A simple ‘Okay’ is fine, thank you. Now hush, you want to alert the whole house?”

“No, no I’m sure we’re very inconspicuously doing this at seven in the morning.”

“Shut up.”

With that, Ainsel felt Maurice’s weight practically lift off, as the streetwise street cat  lept to the windowsill.

Maurice considered the pie, nibbled the crust’s edge thoughtfully, and slunk down into the kitchen, keeping to corners and the cover of chairs and tables as he tried to remember which side of the apartment they saw the sewing kit.

With a single bound Maurice leapt onto a coffee table and gathered as much of the supplies as he could in his mouth, with no consideration towards color-coordination. Little bundles of thread tickled Maurrice’s mouth and jugular, and it took him a great deal of effort to not gag or cough. That is, until he stepped on an un-fastened needle.

My Good Friend Lady Sybil Ramkin (from the ♬ﾟThe Sto Helit Family ♪♪♪♪ [snap snap] series): 

It was a good sweep, thought Ysabell as she stood with queen Keli listening to introductions and graciously responding, as best as she could. She tried not to let the haughtiness of other royals intimidate her, and, in a bratty sort of way, repeated in her mind ‘my father will see you eventually’. It wasn’t the best lifeline, and a part of her internally nagged at how unbecoming a thought that was. But it served its purpose matching haughtiness with haughtiness*.  [*When she’d later disclose this internal ‘rah-rahing’ to Mort, he’d laugh, not mockingly, but with an adoring twinkle in his eye, and comment how she already had a perfectly natural haughtiness of her own. In fact, with a withering look alone she could make anyone feel as small as a beetle. To which Ysabell walked away feeling slightly better, yet likewise unsure if she had been subject to a lover’s tease.]

After years upon unmarked years with her only friend being her father, his manservant, and various horses and ponies, a part of Ysabell felt she could use any help she could get. Which is when she’d lean on her other tactic, drawing inspiration from various heroines she had read about through the years, while thinking herself clever enough to avoid the Heroine’s Dramatic End. After all, there is such a lot of life to live, and just because she was married didn’t mean her life was all Happily Ever After. She did plan to live her life happily though, and felt very happy indeed. 

Queen Keli continued to sweep Ysabell from royal to royal, until she started to feel like one of those card games people tried to play with her father. No one particularly stood out, until she met the representative of Ankh-Morpork. 

“Lady Sybil Ramkin,” was the tail end of Keli’s introduction that Ysabell tuned in for.

Ysabell was staring in awe, she had never seen anyone like Lady Ramkin. She was, not imposing, that wasn’t the right word, but took up space with the confidence of a prize galleon ship. In a glance, she was kind, but with a twinkle in her eye that showed she wasn’t above ‘a healthy slap on the back sort of mischief’. 

“As much as I am sure Havelock would have loved to be here at this momentous occasion in person,” Lady Sybil boomed as joyous as a ceremonial canon, “I hope it is amenable for me to serve as proxies, and extension of good will.” Lady Ramkin didn’t curtsey, not unless the tilting of a ship to one side could be called a curtsey - and all done with a style that continued to take Ysabell’s breath away. Keli and Ysabell leaned back so not to get caught up in Lady Sybil’s chestnut mast-erm- hair. 

She herself was also a beautiful corpulent young lady, no, duchess, and looked on Lady Ramkin like a lighthouse of comfort in a sea of scarecrows with balloons attached*. [*Not that actual balloons have entered into court fashion. Though with the way fast fashion flashes by on the Disc, it could be a matter of time. However, what Ysabell was referring to was the ever popular bumroll. It is a miracle what enough bumrolls can do to a scarecrow. Not to be confused with the bumroll moment of 1560 in which, in a marvelous moment of commercial genius a one CMOT Dibbliét considered selling scarecrows with the pastry bumrollet attached, in hopes to gain a profit from local rural communities under the idea that “if the crows aren’t scared of the the scarecrow, perhaps they could be persuaded to be distracted with a bit of roll instead”

Earning the phrase “A roll in the bum” to enter into many a euphemism.] 

Ysabell remembered herself enough to snap out of thoughts of awe and aspiration, and said returning the curtsey, “Most amenable indeed!”  Straightening Ysabell could barely contain her twinkle eyed smile, “Please, as representative of Ankh-Morpork, I wish to hear more about you-r city! I’m afraid I haven’t had the time to travel much, but hope to remedy that. There’s just so much to see on the Disc!”

The Runaway's Gamble  ch2: 

She regretted it the moment she said it. Of course Moist von Lipwig would take up the challenge to explain everything under 10 seconds.The result of which turned into a blur of words speedier than a tongue twister [ add more here ]  

It went on until Angua couldn’t stand it any longer. “Alright alright,” she said lowering him back to ground, though still holding his shirt collar tightly lest he slither away, “that’s enough, I said enough!”

“I still had 8.9 seconds,” he said  sounding put out, “did Adora get to the watch house then?”

[ later on... ] 

“Doesn’t she remind you of anyone?” Moist asked pleasantly, “I’m sure I’ve seen a breed like that runabout Ankh Morpork before.”

Angua glared at him, her ears flattening. Moist grinned back unbothered.

Meanwhile Young Sam gave this some serious thought.

“Possibly,” said Young Sam at last, “though none with a little bandana around its neck.”

Moist nodded sagely at this, “A telling detail to be sure.”

[ Later on STILL, will probably be heavily revised by the time it is published ]

In the space, the cobbles were damp, and mist was rising up from path to via to alley and so on, even the lamp light was dim, and flickered, and likewise giving weight to the mist deforming the shadows into a dance. 

It was a quiet night, but still the watchman proceeded on. Time was relative, but all was kept well as the watchman watched on, and on and on, and on, and…

Something cut through the mist turned fog, like a lance of sunlight through a cloud. With it, joining the sound of rain, and footsteps, and the mute tones of the night, was the strumming of a string instrument. 

This was most irregular. 

This would not do.

The watchman proceeded toward the sound. 

The closer the watchman became the more he’d note the dim yellow lamp light was joined by a brighter light. 

He peered, straining his eyes as the brightness tore apart his trusted night vision. 

He waved his arms, to dispel the fog and get a better line of sight. This caused even more light to spill out, no longer born back and defused.

The watchman covered his eyes with his hand, and try to peer through his fingers. It proved unhelpful. As the watchman winced, shadows lengthened and grew behind him.

Then, not dissimilar to one dimming an oil lamp, the sunlight dimmed, and the watchman gasped as he saw a golden figure dance from shingles to windowsills to rooftops in single bounds, as though it were the top of a moving train. 

“You,” gasped the watchman with recognition. 

The figure turned to the watchman, and smiled. Then the figure leapt to the watchman turning into a blob of light that shifted form, with the ease of an amorphous droplet of water, to a small bird, a dog, a mule, a hare, a horse, a fox, to a blob once more, and finally a figure with a winged cap (not to mention a few other winged things), while beholding a wand with three gold branches. 

The figure then spake thusly: I was born on the fourth day of the month, by noon I made a lyre, and by evening I stole cattle.

“A thief.” said the watchman, displeased. 

The figure laughed, spun the wand on their finger so fast that it blurred and morphed once more to the turtle lyre made of stalks of reeds across the back, a strap of cowhide, and sheep guts for string. 

The figure strummed the lyre, and spake again: I sell wind, and gift wind in a bag. My words are an alchemist’s dream. 

The watchman reached for a cigar to light, this felt like it would take a while. “A charlatan?” 

The figure gazed on, amused, then shook their head. 

“Something to do with words.”

The figure nodded, and palmed the lyre from their hand into a coin, flicked it into the air where it spun and spun and spun. 

“Oh, um…alright, alchemists want gold, that’s obvious, the fools, but what does that have to do with wind?”

The coin dropped into the figure’s palm, and in a singular motion the coin turned into a potato, then with another palming motion became a coin again, another palmed motion turned it back into a coin, another move of the hand and then a hat, back to a coin, and then 

The figure then palmed the lyre from their hand out of existence and stepped forward, more wings sprouting without reason, and spake once more: I am herald to and fro. Currier and psychopomp. 

As the words entered the watchman’s head images of crossroads, dirt roads, streets, and a vast dark desert filled his head. 

“Um?” The watchman huffed his hands on his hips, and drew deeply from his cigar. “Look can we just cut to the chase? What’s all this about?”

The figure expanded and expanded until thin as a veil, smiling all the while, as they transformed into a window wreathed in gold sunshine. It showed Young Sam wrapped in a blanket beside Angua and Moist. The three of them sleeping in a barn for who knows what reason. 

#Discworld #Nico Writes #wip #Moist von Lipwig #Angua von Uberwald #The Amazing Maurice #Ysabell #Mort #Lady Sybil Ramkin #Lady Sybil #Queen Keli #Sam Vimes #Young Sam #Fedecks

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~ Alan Becker, AvA, AvM

~ Reconfigured Dark AU ~

~ Previous chapter ~

~ Next Chapter ~

Chosen woke suddenly, hearing a faint creak as the bedroom door opened. He didn’t hear any footsteps, so he lay still, wondering if he’d imagined it.

Something fell heavily onto him without warning, painfully knocking the wind out of him.

Groaning, he reached out and opened his eyes to see Dark beaming at him.

“You okay?!” Red exclaimed, rushing into the room. “I’m sorry we woke you up so early…but I guess that means you’re Choo-Choo.”

“What?” Chosen grumbled, holding his aching stomach with one arm and Dark with the other.

“Dark kept yelling for Choo-Choo,” Red explained, “and we thought it was the toy train Second drew for him. But he just kept getting more and more upset no matter what we did.”

Chosen patted Dark’s head.

“What did you want, Dark?” he asked.

“Choo-Choo!” Dark giggled.

“We…um…” Red continued with a grin, “we finally asked him to show us what he wanted, and he went to your room.”

“I’m…huh?” Chosen asked wearily, then picked Dark up and went with Red into the living room.

“I guess it’s the way he says your name,” Red laughed. “Watch this. Ready, Dark?”

“Ready for what?” Chosen asked.

“Hey, Dark,” Red said with a grin, “who am I?”

Dark stared at Red for a moment, then tipped his head.

“Rah!”

Chosen stared.

“Did he…talk?”

“Yeah! Cool, huh?” Red laughed. “We found out he could do that while you were asleep.”

“Did you show him yet?” Green asked, walking up with Yellow and Second.

“He said my name!” Red beamed.

“Rah!” Dark exclaimed, clapping his hands.

“Okay, Dark,” Green said, “who am I?”

“Gra!” Dark said, then looked up at Yellow and Second. “Le-low! Chhhh!”

“It’s strangely entertaining,” Green remarked. “Most Sticks would get annoyed if you just asked them ‘what’s this?’ all the time, but he loves it.”

“What’s ‘Chhh’?” Chosen asked.

“Oh, that’s me,” Second said. “We thought it’d be confusing if we taught him colors and still called me Second, so I’m Orange for now.”

“Chhh!” Dark repeated, grinning.

“That’s kinda how the end of orange sounds,” Second said. “Orange may be hard for him to say right now, but I don’t mind.”

“When do baby Sticks usually start talking?” Chosen asked Yellow.

“They start making noises pretty young,” Yellow said. “As for talking, first words seem to be around a year or so.”

“So he’s growing fast and learning how to speak quickly too,” Chosen said. “Did anything you read mention how fast Stick babies grow?”

“Well,” Yellow said, crossing his arms, “regular Stick babies seem to grow a little faster than human babies. They can eat data in any form, but seem to like it better if it actually looks like food.”

“It’s weird just eating ones and zeroes,” Green said. “But we have. We always had enough, because the website would get refreshed.”

“We don’t grow much anymore,” Yellow went on. “I think it’s because we were programmed for a website, but data still helps us grow a little. It’s hard to notice though. We haven’t changed much since then.”

“Yeah, neither have I,” Chosen said. “Dark is growing though, so maybe he’ll look how he used to eventually?”

“Since he was created by Alan,” Yellow said, “he’ll probably be like us and not get any bigger after a while. Not sure how long it’ll take, though. I guess we’ll find out.”

“When did you guys stop eating raw data?” Chosen asked.

“Not long after Second broke us out of our website,” Yellow said. “We didn’t really know about cooking then. But after escaping, we started eating prepared data that actually looked like food. It tastes a lot better.”

“I follow you so far,” Chosen said.

“I could eat raw data or letters and like it okay,” Second said, “but I got used to eating data that looks like actual food. Thinking about changing that feels kinda weird. Plus, Blue’s cooking is a lot better.”

“Yeah, it is,” Chosen agreed.

The others suddenly looked glum.

“I should go look for him,” Chosen said.

“How are you feeling?” Second asked, crossing his arms.

“Still a bit tired, but I could go,” Chosen insisted.

“You’ve never been,” Yellow said firmly. “You’d get hurt. Just let us take care of it.”

“Will you be alright by yourself?” Red asked, giving Chosen an anxious look.

“I’ll help you,” Vic said.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine,” Chosen said. “But how will I know if you guys need help?”

“I guess you won’t,” Green sighed. “But we think Blue just got sidetracked.”

“Right, it’ll be fine,” Yellow said. “So, Chosen, I typed a lot more letters, and Second drew more baby toys. They’re in that box by the couch. There’s water and food for you in there too.”

“Thanks,” Chosen said gratefully. Yellow and Second nodded. “I’ll help you out if I can.”

“We’ll let you know,” Second said. “It’ll be alright.”

The Sticks headed upstairs.

Chosen set Dark on the couch and began examining the box’s contents.

“Second’s pretty good at drawing,” Vic remarked, pulling out a blue toy car. “It’s got shading, and he colored it, too.”

Dark waved his arms and Vic handed the car to him.

“You’re gonna be spoiled if they keep this up.”

Chosen was pulling out a bag of letters when he heard a rushing noise from outside.

“Hello?!” a frantic voice called. Dark looked around, then stared up at Chosen. “I need help!”

Chosen glanced around quickly, then ran to the foot of the stairs.

“Hey, someone’s here!” he shouted, and heard footsteps thumping.

Yellow and Green rushed downstairs, and Chosen pointed at the front door.

“Blue?” Yellow exclaimed.

“No, someone else,” Chosen said.

“Anybody home?!” the voice called.

Yellow ran for the front door and opened it, and a purple Stick rushed inside and crashed into him.

The purple Stick fell backwards, losing their grip on the Stick whose arm they’d slung over their shoulder.

“Blue!” Yellow cried in alarm, rushing forward to scoop him up. Chosen quickly put Dark over his shoulder after glimpsing the burns on Blue’s legs. “What happened to you?! Talk to me!”

“I saved him when he fell in lava,” the newcomer gasped. “I gave him a health potion but he needs more. Do you have a brewing stand?”

“Yeah!” Green exclaimed. “You have Netherwart?”

“Yeah, a lot!”

“Green, get to the brewing stand!” Yellow ordered. “I’ll get Blue to bed.”

Chosen watched with wide eyes as Yellow carried the unconscious Blue upstairs.

“So, the Netherwart?” Green asked urgently, and the purple Stick quickly pulled some out and handed it over. Green rushed upstairs.

The purple Stick slumped onto the couch and covered his eyes.

“Uhh…you okay?” Chosen asked, awkwardly reaching out to touch the Stick’s shoulder.

“Huh? Oh, fine, just…hope he’s okay…”

Chosen glanced around anxiously, then went into the box and found a bottle of water.

“Uh, here…” Chosen said, and the purple Stick looked up, then took the bottle and quickly drained it. “So…what’s your name?”

“….Purple. You?”

“Chosen, and this is Dark.”

Purple stared at them both, then frowned curiously at Dark.

“Is he…yours?” Purple asked.

“Oh, uh…no…I kinda…adopted him,” Chosen replied, scuffing a foot against the carpet.

“Okay…” Purple said, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

“…don’t really wanna talk about it,” Chosen muttered. “Sorry.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay!” Purple said with a nod. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me.”

Footsteps thumped down the stairs, and they looked up to see Red.

“Blue’s gonna be okay,” he said, his voice and arms shaking. “But he’ll need a lot of rest.”

“What happened?” Chosen asked Purple, who shuddered a bit.

“I was in the Nether gathering supplies when I heard a huge commotion,” Purple began, drawing his legs up to his chest. “A Clan of Piglins was fighting zombified Piglins in a Nether fortress. Your friend got pushed off by a Zoglin, but I have Elytra, so I flew down to help. Luckily Blue landed on a Strider. He told me to go back to the fortress to help a baby Piglin, and he had some Warped fungus for the Strider, so I flew back up and got him.”

Red sat beside Purple.

“You got hurt too,” he noted, and Purple gingerly covered the cut in his right shoulder.

“It’s fine for now,” Purple mumbled. “Anyway…the Piglins retreated, and Blue led them to the Striders. We were almost to shore, but a zombified Piglin grabbed the Piglin kid and tried to drag him under. Blue jumped in to save him, and I pulled them both out. The kid’s okay, but Blue was really burned….er, you know that. S-sorry. The Piglins gave me some healing potions.”

Purple lowered his head.

“Hey, Blue’s really gonna be alright,” Red murmured, patting Purple’s uninjured arm. “Let’s get you healed, alright?”

Red pulled out a shimmering bottle of healing potion; Purple took it and began taking small sips.

“Do you usually go to the Nether, uh…” Red trailed off.

“Purple. And yeah, I’m used to it there.”

“Isn’t it dangerous?” Chosen asked.

“Of course,” Purple said, draining the rest of the potion. “You just deal with it. Anyway….thanks for the potion.”

“Thank you for saving Blue!” Red told him with a smile. “You should rest. We’ve got a guest room.”

“That sounds great,” Purple said tiredly, “but I don’t want to impose…”

“No, no, don’t worry!” Red told him reassuringly. “Come on, I’ll help you.”

Red carefully got Purple to his feet, then led him to a room across from the one Chosen was using.

Dark began squirming and fussing, so Chosen started bouncing him on his knee, and gradually Dark smiled.

“Purple’s asleep,” Red murmured a minute later, quietly shutting the door and returning to the couch.

“I…I’m sorry…” Chosen mumbled, his shoulders hunching.

“Chosen, it’s not your fault,” Red sighed. “Blue always goes into the Nether. It’s usually not this big a problem.”

Red slumped forward with his head in his hands.

“I hope Alan comes back soon though. He should get home later today or tomorrow…”

“It’ll…it’ll be okay,” Chosen said, and hesitantly patted Red’s back. Red gave him a tense but grateful smile.

Dark hugged Chosen, then reached up and patted his face.

“Choo?” Dark asked, tipping his head.

“It’s okay, Dark,” Chosen said. “Hey, you hungry?”

Dark frowned, then nodded once, and Chosen got the letters from the toy box.

“I’ll see you later,” Red said before heading upstairs.

“How about you eat and then take a nap?” Chosen asked, giving Dark a few letters. “I might nap too.”

Dark nodded while chewing happily on the letters.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chosen heard urgent voices from outside his room, and he sat up halfway while blinking sleepily.

Dark was still asleep on his chest, so he stayed still and tried to hear what the voices were saying.

Suddenly he heard an eager shout.

“Alan’s back!”

Chosen hugged Dark tightly to his chest, and the little Stick stirred and opened his eyes halfway.

“Sorry, Dark…stay here for a bit, okay?”

Chosen got up and laid Dark in his blue crib, then went to the door.

“Choo?” Dark asked sleepily, and Chosen clenched his fists, then took a deep breath.

“It’ll be okay,” he said, smiling at Dark. “I’ll be back…hey, Vic, you there?”

“I’m here.”

“Okay…”

Chosen opened the door and slowly walked down the hall, hesitating a moment before going into the living room.

Green, Yellow, Red and Second were gathered around the couch, staring up at something.

“Uh…hey…” Chosen said, raising a shaking hand. “Is…is Alan here?”

“Yeah, he is,” Second said. “He just got back. I already told him about Blue and Purple. They’re still asleep but doing fine.”

Second glanced towards Chosen’s room.

“Dark’s in there, yeah,” Chosen said.

Second nodded, then tapped a spot in midair. A text box appeared.

Hey, Alan…there’s a couple Sticks we want you to meet.

Another text box appeared and Chosen quickly scanned it.

Is that…Chosen?

Yeah. We have to tell you something.

What is it?

Chosen folded his arms.

“I’ll tell him for you,” Second offered. “It’s okay.”

“Alright…” Chosen mumbled, uneasily watching the text box.

It took a little while for Second to type everything out, but when he’d finished, Alan didn’t immediately type anything.

Then something finally appeared in his text box.

Dark’s really here?

Yeah. If Chosen says it’s okay, we can show you.

“Make him promise not to hurt Dark,” Chosen said firmly, and Second quickly typed.

I won’t hurt him.

Second glanced at Chosen, who nodded shakily before heading to his room.

Dark was snuggled under his blanket, but he raised his head as Chosen leaned over the crib.

“Dark…there’s someone you need to meet,” he said, carefully lifting Dark into his arms. “He’s not…you probably won’t remember him. But I’ll be there…it’ll be okay.”

Dark rested his head against Chosen’s shoulder and began sucking his thumb.

Chosen took a deep breath, then returned to the living room and glanced up.

There was a pause before Alan began typing.

That’s really Dark?

Yep. He’s about two weeks old now, but Yellow says baby Sticks grow faster than humans.

Chosen jolted in alarm as an arrow cursor appeared and moved closer. He held Dark with one arm while lifting his free hand.

“Back off!” Chosen growled, letting flames form around his fist. The cursor faltered and retreated.

Chosen, it’s okay! Alan, give us a minute!

…Okay.

Second approached Chosen slowly, both hands raised.

“It’s alright,” he said. “He won’t hurt either of you. He’s just curious.”

“Tell him to keep his distance,” Chosen growled.

“I will,” Second promised, and went back to his text box.

Sorry, Alan. Don’t get too close for now, okay?

Alright. I understand. I’m sorry, Chosen.

Grudgingly, Chosen nodded, and let the flames go out before tightly holding Dark with both arms. He suddenly felt dizzy, and stumbled away a few feet before sitting down.

Is he okay?

He’s still recovering. It’s been hard for him to get enough sleep lately.

I can imagine. So Dark doesn’t remember anything?

Chosen clenched his jaw.

No, he doesn’t. That data was lost.

How did he come back?

Yeah, uh…I don’t remember it at all….but I did it after I brought everyone back. I….I brought Dark back too.

Red put an arm around Second.

It’s okay, Second. You must’ve had a good reason.

Chosen reluctantly set Dark down beside him when he started to squirm and fuss.

Does he still have his powers?

Chosen nodded.

Yeah.

Has he used them?

“Only to sneak out of his crib and give me a heart attack,” Chosen sighed.

He has, but he didn’t attack anyone. He just escaped his crib.

“Tell him that he got some of your powers somehow,” Chosen said. “At least…that’s what it seems like.”

Second nodded and took a moment to type.

Really?

I guess my powers changed him a little.

So is he more like you now?

I don’t know. But he’s not trying to trick us. He’s not a threat.

Chosen picked Dark up again when the cursor moved slowly closer.

I’m not going to delete him…or you.

Chosen eyed the cursor warily.

You might not believe me…but I promise.

Chosen let out a sigh.

So…is he alright? Was he still hurt when you found him?

“A little,” Chosen said. “But he’s better now.”

Second hurriedly typed along.

What about you?

“I’m fine,” Chosen mumbled.

…I don’t know if I can make up for anything I did to you two. But if you want to, you can stay here.

Chosen nodded warily.

And if you want to leave, you can leave. Or just go wherever you want.

We told him about StickCity. We might take a trip there soon…but not until Blue’s better.

That’s fine, just be careful.

We will.

I’m gonna go unpack and rest. I’ll come back later to check on Blue and Purple, okay?

Thanks, Alan.

Chosen waited, but Alan didn’t say anything else.

Dark suddenly squirmed in Chosen’s arms and reached out.

“What is it?” Chosen asked, struggling not to drop him. Dark began kicking his arms and legs. “What’s the matter?”

Dark reached up and waved his arms.

Chosen glanced up at the cursor, then back at Dark.

“Does he want to touch it or something?” Green wondered.

“Probably,” Yellow said. “Babies love to grab everything.”

“I don’t know…” Chosen said, trying to pull Dark into his lap, but the he jerked away and began crawling towards the cursor.

“Dark, hang on!” Chosen exclaimed, jolting up and rushing after him.

“Wait,” Victim said. “Tell Alan to not move, and just see what Dark does.”

“D-don’t move,” Chosen said, glaring at the cursor. He heard Second typing. “Get to where he can reach you, but then don’t move.”

Alright.

Slowly, the cursor lowered, and Dark began crawling faster towards it. He grabbed the cursor and pulled himself up, wobbling only a little.

Chosen watched nervously as Dark began pulling on the cursor. He began to look frustrated when it didn’t move.

Can I move it a little?

Second looked at Chosen, who reluctantly nodded.

Okay.

The cursor began to edge along; Dark’s eyes widened, and he laughed.

He really is a baby.

“Yeah,” Chosen said. “So please…don’t delete him.”

Second typed quickly.

I won’t. And I’ll be careful.

The cursor tried to pull back, but Dark had a strong grip on it.

I think you might have to get him.

Chosen hurried forward and took Dark under the arms.

“Alan has to go, okay?” Chosen said, but Dark still didn’t let go. “He’ll come back later.”

Dark shook his head and squirmed.

“Here, try this,” Yellow said, walking up with a ball in his hands.

Can you throw that for him, Alan?

Sure.

Dark watched the ball curiously, then beamed and let go of the cursor.

Ready?

The cursor took the ball and Dark clapped his hands as it was tossed back towards the house.

“You wanna go get it?” Chosen said, and Dark giggled.

“Thanks, Alan,” Yellow sighed. “I was worried he’d throw a tantrum.”

So was I. I wonder if baby Stick tantrums are worse than human baby ones.

Well, we’ll keep you posted!

Alright. I’ll see you all later.

The cursor disappeared, and Chosen picked up the ball and gave it to Dark.

“He gone?” Chosen asked.

“Yeah,” Second said. “So…what did you think?”

“It went…better than I thought it would,” Chosen admitted. “But I might wait a while before talking to him again.”

“That’s fair,” Second told him. “He probably has to process this all too.”

“You okay?” Red asked, putting a hand on Chosen’s shoulder.

“Yeah…I think so,” Chosen said, then glanced around.

“It’s okay,” Vic said. “I might talk to him another time…maybe after everyone knows about me.”

“You need anything?” Second asked.

“No, but thanks,” Chosen said. “I…I just…still don’t trust him.”

“Yeah, that was kinda obvious,” Green remarked, crossing his arms.

“Being here hasn’t brought back good memories,” Chosen muttered, looking away.

“I’m sorry,” Red mumbled, patting Chosen on the back. “I hope we can make better ones.”

“…So do I,” Chosen said quietly.

“I think we should all take a breather,” Second said. “I’ll go check on Blue now.”

“How’s he doing?” Chosen asked.

“A little better,” Second said, “but still pretty weak. He’ll need to rest for a while.”

“I’ll go see if Purple’s up,” Green said. “He’s probably hungry.”

“I’m hungry,” Yellow sighed. “I’ll make some food.”

“Need help?” Chosen asked.

“You know, I do,” Yellow said. “And you can learn a bit about cooking today.”

“Can I watch Dark?” Red asked.

“Sure,” Chosen said, and passed Dark to him. “Be good, okay?”

Dark smiled.

“If you are good,” Red laughed, tickling Dark, “maybe you’ll get a cookie! Would you like that?”

Dark giggled and squealed.

“Okay,” Yellow said, leading Chosen to the kitchen. “We’ll make mushroom stew. It’s easy to make, and it’s Blue’s favorite.”

“Good,” Chosen said nervously. “I really don’t want to blow something up.”

“Oh, you won’t,” Yellow chuckled. “I didn’t blow something up when Blue was teaching me to cook.”

“Really?” Chosen asked.

“Well, not until the third lesson, anyway,” Yellow said. “But you’ll be fine.”

“How about I just hand you stuff today?” Chosen asked nervously.

“Sounds good!” Yellow said. “Let’s get started.”

#Alan Becker #AvA #AvM #Sticks #Chosen #Dark #Red #Second #Yellow #Green #Blue #Purple #Minecraft #Nether #Piglins #injury mention #injury tw #Reconfigured Dark #AU #FlowerBarrel art

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Do you have any tips to get into ceramics? I've been thinking of trying it but I have no idea where to start and some guides are so overwhelming :( Like what clay & paint do you use? Do you need a special surface or other materials for it? (If it's alright to ask! No presh to answer btw)

Your works are so lovely, I'm always looking forward to what you make next! 💗

hi beloved. my first advice usually is to find a pottery studio where you can take classes... a teacher’s guidance + every material you need available to you will make things way easier for you in the beginning. but assuming that you’re trying to learn by yourself at home because you can’t take classes right now for your own reasons... i’ll try to give you the most basic guide on ceramics here, hopefully it will clear a few questions you might have? btw i feel the need to point out that i only started making ceramics less than a year ago, so there’s still a looooot that i don’t know yet. technicalities like firing & glazes i’m a bit ignorant of, so i won’t be covering much of that :s again, this is very basic! i’m simplifying it just to help you feel less overwhelmed c: <3

1. ok first thing first, you asked about the surface. at home i placed a sheet of unvarnished wood over my table & that’s where i do all my pottery work. of course there are many other options, you can read more about this topic here

2. there’s a few different options for clay, differents colors & types that you might like more. it’s explained perfectly on this video :^) i personally use white stoneware.

3. you need to wedge your clay!!! this is crucial. do it on the surface you picked from #1. here’s a very good tutorial.

4. ok now you can build whatever you want!

• you take your clay (you can use a wire to cut it from the big block of clay), wedge it, & start your work. i always have a small bucket of water & a small sponge with me when i’m working. use a humid sponge to smooth the clay if needed.

• i usually leave it at a shelf to dry a bit for a day or two, then it’s a bit more hard & you can’t make many changes (as in, adding new stuff to it) but it’s a good moment to carve it a bit more if necessary & smooth it out with the humid sponge. sculpt the little details etc. i recommend buying a tool set like this, it’ll make your job easier for this part

5. firing. like a said before i’m still not very familiar with the technicalities since i don’t own a kiln & my teachers are the ones handling that part :p but what you need to know is that your piece will need to be fired twice in order to become actual ceramic. your clay needs to be dry to go into the kiln. the first firing is called bisque. after that, you need to glaze your piece & then fire it a second time. the glaze will basically turn you work glass-like & food safe. here’s a very informative guide on firing <-

6. there’s are many (many!!) different colors & types of glaze. you can go to the amaco website & look at their charts just so you can have an idea. you can use either colored glazes or a transparent one. underglazes are used to ‘draw’ on & decorate you work. i personally use underglaze to paint before bisque firing bc i feel like the colors looks less faded that way. after bisque, i simply retouch little areas if necessary before applying the transparent glaze over it. you can use the underglaze only after bisque as well. there’s also a bunch of underglaze transfer sheets on etsy that looks super cool & fun to try! one thing you’ll notice about both glazes & underglazes is that the colors do not look nearly the same before & after firing. the colors look rather dull & opaque, but they’ll be vibrant after firing. it’s my favorite surprise heh

ok i think that’s it! this is obviously super SUPER basic, there’s so much little details that you’ll eventually learn but i just wanted to help you situate yourself a bit because i understand how overwhelming it can be when you’re learning something from scratch & alone. my tip is: join facebook groups for pottery, there are SO many & people are always happy to help if you have any questions. i also recommend that you go buy your materials in person if possible instead of online, surely the worker helping you will be able to guide you better on the many products that are out there & answer the questions you might have about it. & about the kiln, most pottery studios offer their kiln for people that aren’t students. the one i go to price it based on the total weight of the pieces i bring.

hopefully that was helpful! 🥰🙏

#mail 💌

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for the word meme: i pick "fall" (or "fell")!

!! oooo!! another one!! ty!! So this one is a character study of Wash, and all the names he’s picked up throughout his life :) kinda neat that the two asks I’ve gotten coincide with literally the only two rvb fics i’m working on lmao

You’re twelve when you decide to dye your hair for the first time. You walk into a general store, your dad twirling the car keys around his pointer finger. “Sure you wanna do this?” He asks, an eyebrow raised at you.

You shrug, and stuff your hands in your pockets. “I mean, yeah. It’ll look cool. And it’ll come out, and we don’t even have to do that whole bleaching thing.”

Your dad nods, and says “alright kiddo, if you’re sure” and leaves it at that. You walk along the isles, tracing a finger down the item labels. Your dad walks behind you, amused at your adamant refusal to ask an employee for help. You find the hair dye eventually though, so it works out anyway.

“So,” your dad says, and claps his hands together as he does so, “what color are we thinking?”

You stare at the rainbow of options. Some are more natural colors, probably for touch ups or something. You don’t need, or want, that. You keep looking. There’s almost every shade imaginable, when a spot of blue catches your eye. You grab the box.

“Good choice,” your dad says, and ruffles your hair with his hand. He knows you hate when he does that. “It’ll fade to a sort of aqua at one point, you still cool with that?”

You shrug. “Yeah, it’ll look pretty cool either way.” You turn the box over in your hands, and start skimming the directions. You’ll have to get someone to help you, but you kind of already figured that.

Your dad grabs a pack of mint gum, and then a case of lite beer, and the cashier rings those up along with your hair dye. She rattles off your total, and you grab the bag with your box of hair dye in it as soon as your receipt prints. Your dad grabs the case of beer, and the two of you pile into the car.

You kind of can’t wait to dye your hair, so you start reading the box instructions again. Your dad turns up the stereo and hums along to his playlist, and though you recognize the songs, you tune them out.

You unbuckle as soon as your dad pulls into the driveway, and he looks over at you, eyebrows raised again. “What?” you say, deadpan. He shakes his head, puts the car in park, and then turns it off.

“Go inside, and let your mother know what we’re about to do. She’ll set up a chair and plastic wrap.”

You roll your eyes. You were gonna do that anyway. You take your garage stairs two at a time (which isn’t all that impressive, there’s only five steps anyway), and open the door. The bag goes on the kitchen table, and out comes your prize.

“Mom?” You yell, unsure of where she is in the house. “We got the hair dye! Can you set up the kitchen so we don’t make a mess?”

She comes down the stairs, clapping her hands together to get imaginary dust off. “David, manners please,” she says, teasing.

You roll your eyes again. “Can you set up the kitchen please.”

She sighs. “I suppose that’s better.” She pulls out a chair, and you open the box of hair dye.

It takes up the rest of the evening, dying your hair. Your dad does most of the legwork, with your mom cleaning up occasionally. You hop in the shower once it’s done, and a lot of it comes out, but apparently that’s normal. You use the dark towels to dry your hair, and little droplets of bright blue water trace rivers as they fall down your face. Even wet, it looks good. You grin at your reflection.

Your dad knocks on the door, and you turn as he opens it. “Hey kiddo, how’s it lookin’?”

“Pretty cool I think,” you say, and he nods his head.

“Alright,” he says, and then flips on the fan with the switch by the door. “Oh yeah, this was in the bag. You want it?” He pulls out a slip of paper. It's that poster you see everywhere, now that you’ve gone looking for it. “I think it’s a sticker.”

“Just leave it on my dresser.” You scratch the back of your head, and it comes back wet with more blue water. “I’ll have to get used to that.”

Your dad hums with agreement. “It looks good. Anyway, good night David. Sleep well.”

“Night dad!” As he closes the door, you begin to get ready for bed. The sticker stays on your dresser, mostly because you don’t know what to do with it.

You now know the man in the green uniform is a soldier, and the monsters he’s fighting are the Covenant.

Your name is “David”, and you are twelve.

#midnight whisperings #also! I did a little handflap when I saw you asked me #was very excited #rvb #but once again! for. myself #i'm kinda misusing the meme 'cause it says 'sentence' but whatever i'm very excited to show off for my cool mutuals #i want y'all to like me idk #my shit

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Whumptober 2022- Linked Keys edition

Day 19- Enough is enough/knees buckling/repeatedly (+art)

There were times when a sudden issue arising has forced the Chain to stop and rest for a prolonged period of time. Usually it was illness or a severe injury, but none of the boys had expected something like this, especially not from their most seasoned veteran, Legend. And yet, following a tough battle against more of those stupid oversized monsters, Legend had suddenly collapsed. While he had woken up quickly and claimed to feel okay, Time and Warriors both agreed they should stop for the rest of the afternoon and set up camp early. During this time, Legend had been ordered to sit down and rest while Hyrule looked him over to make sure he was actually okay. But the fact that he couldn’t find anything wrong was, if possible, even more concerning. Legend didn’t appear to be sick. He wasn’t hurt; at least not beyond a couple of scratches and small bruises, neither of which should have caused him to faint like that. He’d been drinking water, he’d eaten today, and Four confirmed that Legend had slept all last night while the former was on watch. There wasn’t a single explanation Hyrule— or anyone else— could find for why Legend had passed out earlier.

Legend knew the answer, but never planned on revealing the truth to these guys. No matter how close they were. If they knew, they’d think he was weak, treat him as if he were some fragile porcelain doll. He’d gotten this far letting them live in ignorance, and honestly his condition hadn’t been too bad lately. It could be easily ignored. Worst case scenario, if it did get bad, he could always ask to rest and blame it on being tired. The jokes about him getting old were a lot better than them always watching him, staring at him like someone who could simply drop dead at any moment. So he never brought it up, and decided he never would. Hopefully, knowing that he seemed to be okay now, they’d eventually be able to put this incident behind them and everyone could continue living in ignorant bliss. But of course he should have known it wouldn’t go that smoothly.

In retrospect, perhaps he should have stayed put. But he was getting antsy. He hated that he was being forced to sit still and not move too much just because he’d randomly collapsed (for no reason, as far as they knew) at the end of a fight. It had been several hours since then anyway, and he felt just fine. He needed to stretch his legs a bit.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Warriors demanded.

“Relax, Pretty Boy, I’m just going for a walk. My ass is getting sore from all this sitting around.” Legend rolled his eyes.

“You’re not going alone. Not while we’re still unsure of what caused you to faint.” Time stated firmly.

“I’ll go with him.” Twilight offered, getting up as well, “If something happens, I’ll whistle.” He held up the little horse whistle he had on a string around his neck.

“Alright. Be safe, you two. And don’t go too far. It’ll be dark soon and I don’t want to risk you getting caught by monsters out there alone.” Time said.

“We’ll be fine, don’t worry.” Legend assured him. Nobody looked convinced, but they didn’t try to stop him as he walked away with Twilight, either.

Legend walked through the trees until the camp was no longer in view, where he stopped for a minute, taking a deep breath of fresh, campfire-smoke-free air. It was quiet all around, aside from a few birds calling out and cicadas beginning to sing as the sun set. The other heroes were great to hang around with, but damn he missed this, being alone in nature like this. Only a hint of red was visible above the trees, turning the sky a cool purple color. The first few stars were coming into view. If Legend was still the naive teen he was back during his first adventure, he might have made a wish. But he wasn’t. He knew wishes made on stars never really came true, and if they did, it was nothing more than chance. He would know, from how many times he’s tried, and yet he still ended up being the goddesses’ errand boy. He still never saw Marin again… He still had this damned heart condition.

Lost in thought, he hadn’t realized that he and Twilight had gotten separated at some point until it was nearly dark. The howling of a wolf echoed through the air from somewhere nearby and Legend dared to hope it was his friend calling to him… until he heard several more howls in response. Shit… That wasn’t Twilight. Those were normal wolves, or with Legend’s luck, probably Wolfos. And with how close the first howl was, no doubt they could smell rabbit on him. Twilight at least could, and he had warned Legend about that too. Stay away from wolves, they can smell the rabbit on you. As if Legend needed a warning. The only wolf he’d be caught within mauling distance of was Twilight, and only because he knew Twilight wouldn’t hurt him. But these wolves for sure would.

Legend tried to run, but soon found himself surrounded by gray-furred beasts, all snarling ferociously. They were smaller than Twilight, but that didn’t make them any less terrifying. Like an idiot, he hadn’t brought his sword or any of his other items. Dammit, he was supposed to be the one prepared for anything! And he hadn’t thought for one second that he could be attacked out here. Seeing that he was cornered, panic set in, sending his little rabbit heart into a frenzy.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump—

A horribly familiar feeling of dizziness washed over Legend. Panic was a normal response to fear, as was increased heart rate. The problem for Legend was that in times of stress, his heart often started to beat too fast. A side effect of his rabbit transformation for sure, but something that has never gone away since his first visit to the Dark World, and always caused problems at the worst possible times, such as right now. If he had a chance at fleeing or fighting back, it was gone now. He’d collapse the moment he made any sort of sudden movement. If he collapsed, he was wolf dinner. Unfortunately, as his heart pounded harder and harder, faster and faster; a burning ache growing in his chest, the feeling of lightheadedness increasing to the point of nausea… collapse was imminent either way. He could barely keep himself upright as it was. But as if by some miracle, Twilight appeared at just that moment.

“Legend!” A loud, shrill whistle was heard before Twilight grabbed ahold of the other object around his neck, and with a burst of dark power, had transformed into a wolf. He came to a stop in front of Legend, growling at the other wolves. As several of them seemed to back away in fear of this much larger wolf, Legend’s legs finally gave out from under him and he fell to the ground right as the other wolves fled. Twilight turned around in alarm, giving a whine, followed by a loud bark, as Legend’s consciousness faded.

He woke up to a wet nose in his face. The last little bit of light in the sky above him told him he hadn’t been out long, but his wolf friend seemed to be extremely worried nonetheless. This was evidenced by the series of pitiful whines that Twilight gave him as he gently nudged Legend’s cheek as he managed to slowly push himself to a sitting position. Legend gave him a pat on the head, knowing Twilight secretly liked that.

“I’m okay, Wolfie. Just had a little panic attack, that’s all.” He lied, “Rabbits and wolves… You know how it is. I think I’m ready to go back to camp now, though.” Legend at least thought his last attack was over. It should be safe to stand up as long as he didn’t move too fast… He twisted around to where he was on his knees, then tried to stand up from there. Problem was, the second he put effort into standing, his heart began racing again. The dangerously fast, unsteady rhythm was pounding in his ears, drowning out everything else. He could feel every beat slamming into his ribs.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump—

His chest felt painfully tight, causing him to instinctively clutch a hand to it as if that would stop it hurting. He couldn’t breathe… He felt as if his heart and lungs were being squeezed by a massive fist. He heard a sob escape his lips as the pain only intensified. Waves of nausea and dizziness washed over him like a relentless stormy sea. His vision went blank, and the last thing he felt before blacking out completely was the sensation of falling.

Twilight saw Legend fail to get up, collapsing as he tried. Twilight couldn’t smell any blood, so he didn’t seem to be wounded. But he wasn’t waking up either… This was the third time Legend had passed out today, obviously there was something wrong. But what?

Okay, calm down… You blew the whistle. The others should be on their way. Just keep him safe until they get here, Twilight thought to himself. Cautiously he lay down on the ground, resting his head and his front paws on top of Legend’s body. He could feel Legend’s heart pounding at what for sure was an abnormal rate, but had that been the reason he passed out? Or was it a side effect of something worse?

“Legend?! Twilight?! Are you okay? We heard the whistle, and…” Wild came running through the trees, followed by Warriors and Hyrule.

“What happened?!” Hyrule asked in alarm upon seeing Legend lying motionless on the ground as Twilight got up from his spot, quickly shifting back into his hylian form.

“I don’t know. We got separated, and he was surrounded by wolves. He collapsed right after I found him, but then he woke up, and we tried to come back to camp but…” Twilight tried to explain. Warriors was kneeling down beside Legend, taking his pulse.

“Shit, Hyrule, come here. This isn't good." He said. Hyrule turned to him before joining Warriors at Legend's side, "Feel his pulse." Warriors moved so Hyrule could feel the side of Legend's neck.

"His heart's beating way, way too fast…" Hyrule muttered worriedly, "Twilight, did you notice him acting weird before he collapsed? Either time?"

"I… I don't know. It was dark, I couldn't see. My sight isn't that great in wolf form anyway. He… He did sound like he was having trouble breathing, but he told me it was a panic attack, because of the wolves." Twilight explained.

"This goes beyond a panic attack. There's something wrong with his heart. There's no way it should be beating this fast." Hyrule shook his head, not looking up for one second as he checked Legend's body for any sort of mark or bite that might have poisoned him and caused this.

"We should get him back to camp. Our supplies are all there and it's safer." Warriors suggested. Hyrule nodded. Twilight lifted Legend into his arms and the group returned to their camp.

"What happened?" Time asked.

"He collapsed again." Warriors explained as Twilight set Legend down on his bedroll. Warriors checked his pulse again, "dammit, heart rate still hasn't gone down. The hell is wrong with—"

"Tachycardia." Wild spoke up.

"What?" Everyone else asked in unison.

"I, uh… I think I read it in a book somewhere in one of the Sheikah labs. It's… I think it's when your heart can suddenly start beating too fast and it can make you pass out. I don't remember much about what I read, but it's often triggered by stress."

"That's… a much better guess than any of us had." Hyrule glanced at Twi and Wars.

"Way to go, Cub." Twilight praised.

"But knowing what's wrong doesn't help much. We've gotta try to get his heart rate to slow down before it kills him, or… whatever this tacky-whatever does." Warriors butted in.

"Right. Let me try…" Hyrule raised his hands over Legend's chest, letting his magic flow into him. Warriors kept two fingers on Legend's wrist, waiting to see if his speeding pulse slowed at all with the help of Hyrule's magic. It did, but not by much.

"It's not enough. We've gotta try something else." Warriors said.

"Potions?" Twilight suggested.

"Wait! I remember something else from that book! I think if you put his feet up that'll help. Something about… directing blood flow back to your heart or… I don't know, but I think that's what it said to do." Wild said.

"How the hell do you even know this stuff?" Paint asked. Wild shrugged,

"I got bored when Purah was working on restoring my Sheikah Slate. Saw this book that fell off a bookshelf and wanted to see if I could understand a single word that was in it."

"Well it's coming in handy now, I'd say." Twilight said. Hyrule had piled up a few people's bags, then moved Legend's legs to rest on top.

"Guys it's working. His pulse is slowing down." Warriors stated.

"Holy shit. Wild, you're amazing." Future laughed. Everyone was now coming over to check on Legend. Within a few minutes, he finally began to stir, his heart having returned to a more normal pace. Still fast, but it had always been a little on the fast side anyway. Legend finally opened his eyes, staring around at the crowd of people staring down at him with worried faces.

"Legend! You're awake!" Mask cheered.

"How are you feeling?" Wild asked.

"Nnnng… like shit…" he groaned weakly.

"Well I'd assume so. You collapsed three times today!" Warriors scolded.

"When I saw you collapse back in the woods, I thought you were having a heart attack." Twilight admitted.

"Your heart was beating so fast… I wasn't sure how you were even still alive!" Hyrule said.

Shit. They know.

"It was just a… panic… I-I'm fi—" he tried to lie.

"Don't fucking tell us you're 'fine' after that. You are not fine, you have not been fine. I've noticed you acting weird before, like you were out of breath and in pain when we weren't even doing anything. You passed out three separate times tonight, and Twilight confirmed the same behavior the last two times." Warriors yelled at him, "your heart was beating at almost 200 times a minute. I get that you were scared, but even then, it should not be that high. You have been hiding something from us, and it has been posing a serious threat to your health— your life, even. Enough is enough; you are going to tell us what has been going on, when it started, what causes it, and how to treat it just in case this ever happens again."

"A fast heart… is normal for a rabbit." Legend said.

"For a rabbit, yes, but you're—" Warriors paused, "Wait, are you saying this has something to do with your rabbit form?!"

"Not sure if that's what caused it but it… Only started after my first transformation… During my first adventure. Uh… Six years ago?"

"Six years?! You've been dealing with this for six years and you never once told anyone about it? I never heard anything about the Hero of Legend having heart problems and still kicking ass like you did." Paint demanded.

"Okay, we get it. Legend kept this from a lot of people." Hyrule butted in, turning back to Legend, "What triggers it, usually?"

"Stress… Sometimes anger… overexertion… Sta- Standing up too fast… Those are the main ones."

"And how do you normally deal with it?"

"Well, sitting down is always good. Or laying down is… better. Lots of water. Putting my feet up… like this. Finding ways to calm down..." Legend said.

"Okay, well we've got most of that going for you already. Someone get him some water." Warriors ordered. Hyrule ran off and came back with a waterskin. Twilight helped Legend sit up, allowing him to lean against him for support, as Hyrule handed Legend the waterskin.

"Better?" Hyrule asked.

"A little, yeah…" Legend nodded, taking another drink, "Do… you guys think I'm weak… because of this?"

"Weak? Heck no!" Twilight replied.

"Dude if anything you're insanely strong. You said this started back on your first quest? This is what, your fifth?! And you've been dealing with this the whole time. That's incredible." Wild said.

"Really living up to your nickname." Wind smiled.

"Yeah, you're a real legend, Legend." Future agreed.

"I wasn't trying to make you look weak. None of us were. I just don't want this to happen again and none of us know how to help you. We care about you, Ledge. We all care about you a lot. And if you were to die because you were too scared of looking weak to tell us about a legitimate health issue…" Warriors trailed off. Time knelt down and put a hand on Legend's shoulder.

"We're just glad you're okay. You're part of our family now, Legend. So please don't feel the need to hide things from us. Okay?"

"... I'll try."

#linked keys #loz au #LK #whumptober2022 #not lu #LK Legend #LK Twilight #tw: heart problems #tachycardia

[sinning-23]

Kinktober 2022

October 1st

Day 1

Prompt: Over the clothes, Clothes, Hair pulling, Shibari, 

Character: Gojo Satoru

Warnings: $MUT! It literally kinktober(among many other things) yall….clearly DNI if you're a minor bro.

Night has long fallen, and your bodies are covered in a thin sweat. Well, he at least. The smooth, pale shin of his wrist chafes and stings from the ropes adorning him, squeezing so sweetly while you sat and watched. He's a fuckin vision. Gojo insisted you two try something new so when you suggested a few things, he was more than happy to go all in for you. 

“F-Fuck,” He whines, bucking his hip into your touch, but to no avail did it relieve the tension and pressure building inside him. 

All you can do is eave your fingers through his hair, gripping a fistful of it at the base of his neck, and pulling so that his icy hues were looking into you (e/c) ones. He holds his tongue, for now, observing the way your face seemed flush from hearing his moan so erotically.

He's dusted pink, well from what you could see at least. These baby blue ropes were squeezing his button-down fabric deliciously against his skin and it was taking more of a toll than he’d admit. The obvious bulge in his dress pants was evidence enough but no, you'd never give him that sweet release he craved. Not until he worked for it. 

“Don't you think you've tortured me enough? Let's put that pretty mouth to work, yeah? He suggests, eyes searching yours for even a glimmer of mercy. 

“Cute how you think you're still in charge. I'll let you know when I'm satisfied with your squirming. For now, though, I wanna hear how slutty those moans can get.” You explain, loosening the rope a bit so that you could pop the buttons on his shirt. 

Exposing his pale stomach and chest, his muscles clenching from every unintentional brush over his body and the cooling of his skin. He thrusts again when you manage to find his dick that was painfully straining against his slacks, and touch it. He whines again, teeth gritting at the stimulation but also in frustration. It wasn't enough and he needed this more than anything. 

“You think you deserve to cum?” You question, fingertips teasing the head of his dick over his clothes as he groans, throwing his head back.

“You know I can get out these ropes. He half-threatens, hips bucking again when you press down on the tip with your thumb, the fabric slowly but surely damping little by little under your touch. 

“I know, but you won't. You like this, and you know I’ll eventually let you cum as many times as you can. But you’re gonna have to be patient and wait for it.” You hum, unzipping the dress pants and sliding them down his thighs, the muscle there flexing. 

He growls, hair sticking to his forehead. You can't help but notice the color of his cheeks darken when you realize how much pre-cum he's leaking. He's impossibly hard and just as desperate for you. Your heart swells realizing you're the one getting to see him like this, making him feel like this, it's all for you. And that was rewarding enough for you. 

“Alright, since I’m feeling generous, I guess I could let you cum. You just look so pretty like this I wanna make it last as long as I can.” You hum, dropping to your knees and setting your hands on his thighs to sturdy yourself. He gasps lightly at the couch, thighs straining against the rope.

You're slow with your movements, manicured nails brushing against the fabric of his boxer whilst his dick twitches eagerly at the touch. He whines again, bound arms straining once again. He's almost relieved when you pulled it out from the opening in his boxers, precum already sliding down from the tip to the base.

It's a pretty pale pink, a thick vein running along the underside, tip bright red at the moment, and desperate for attention. He wants you to touch, kiss, suck, blow, anything, just help him cum. He wants it and bad. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He huffs, head lolling back and it twitches here and there. 

“I’m sure you do enough of that.” You tease, placing a kiss on the tip before tucking him back in his boxers. 

‘N-No, please! I'll stop being cocky, please just touch me.” He groans, shaking the chair he’s tied to. 

You hum and shake your head, touching him over the fabric of his boxers, the friction making him hot. His pants and dress shirt were long discarded and all that was left was the vision in front of you. It was often that Gojo took the lead in your…more intimate moments so being able to be the one to make and watch him squirm was intoxicating. He thrusts into your hand, moans and growls escaping his throat.

 He's close, his breaths getting heavier and heavier as you work your way up and down his dick over his boxers, giving the tip special care as the damp spot on the fabric grows. You're behind him now, gripping his hair one more to make him look at your hand about to work an orgasm out of him. His hip thrusts are erratic, the feeling of you holding his head in place only driving him to scratch that itch. 

“Cum for me, I know you can Satoru.” You hum, only massaging the tip now. 

He pleading now, your names and plenty of  ‘yes’s’ and ‘oh fuck’s’ fill the space. And before you can pull away to try and tease more, he's already gritting his teeth while his boxers begin to stick to his leg from the orgasm. You can see his fists clenched behind the chair and his breathing calms to its usual pace. He’s pretty when he’s all fucked out. Face tinted and eyes tired. It's quiet for a moment, but you pepper his jaw with kisses, praising him for how well he did. 

“Who would've known over the clothes would make you react like that?” You hum, loosening the rope, trying to release him and tend to any chafing. 

He hums in response, exhaustion taking over. Guess he was just as surprised.

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Alright, y’all I’m gonna try and stay consistent with the uploads so bear wi5 me lmao. This one was kinda short but I’ll try and make longer ones as the month trucks along. Uhhhhh tomorrows and all the others will be updated I might just have it on a schedule setting thing but uh we’ll see🤙🏾

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[theblackdragon-studios]

👀 Curious about your rant abt Word and Meggy. Also, what are your headcanons for libris for the ask meme 👀

Rant

With Armeggadon it’s not only his entrance into the show’s plot, but also his reveal. As in what he actually looks like. But on top of that: I find secret villain pop-ups annoying. Because they remove the focus from the original villain and make that villain out to be pretty pathetic in comparison. I don’t care how important your ancient evil returned character is to your plot, it isn’t an excuse to water down the villain we have been watching before this new guy has shown up.

Have a mystery villain that appears, fine, but don’t use them to make your central villain either less threatening to pathetic or to redeem the central villain just because there can’t be two villains…or because somehow he suddenly gives a damn about his errand boy-I mean “beloved” son. 🙄

Apparently the writers had stuff planned with him, explaining in DB Academy who he was/is and his history with the war. That sounds interesting, I like that…but in the process Word Paynn has been reduced to an annoyance at best, nonexistent to the conflict anymore at worst. Why can’t he and Armeggadon work together? They have the same goal and the same motivation, and yeah it’ll lead to one screwing the other over in the end…but it gives Word a reason to be a threat still and possibly MORE of a threat.

But no, Word gets his ass kicked then needs rescuing by his ex-friend and then by their children so all four can temporarily beat this ancient evil returned before going back to the status quo (sort of, since Word’s final moments are to cheat at the final challenge of the series for his son then bitch to the judges about why Artha shouldn’t be allowed into the Academy-cause the kid was badly injured at the beginning of the episode…and a hint at redemption for Moordyd going forward) while it’s foreshadowed that Armeggadon is the new major threat to all of them, Moordryd included, who was the puppet he (Armeggadon) was manipulating.

I’m not a fan of this direction with stories. I don’t want a secret mystery villain to take the spotlight from the established villain, followed by the established villain being watered down to be less threatening than the cool new one. Especially when I liked the villain that is being replaced or weakened by this new guy. If they were using it in an attempt to show Word isn’t beyond redemption either, they did a poor job of it.

That’s my rant.

Bonus: Armeggadon’s design is also not great. They were going for ancient battle armor, but it isn’t impressive to me. Makes him look like a hammerhead shark/spider hybrid trying to be a human.

Change the helmet maybe, and he might have a more impressive silhouette. Also a signature dragon. Not the same model of the failed artificial Black dragons scheme Word had in When Darkness Falls.

DB Ask Meme

11. What are your headcanons for X character?

Headcanons on Libris? Well…a lot of them are from my own rewrite project for the show (yes, I have one…but it’s got a twist that lines up with my personal tastes in these things) but one can be applied to that OR the show itself:

Rivett was able to sneak Libris into the Academy through Grey cloaking gear, which made Libris’ colors and texture appearance change so he passed as a hybrid Star-Class of some kind. This was how they got through the Academy and eventually Rivett was able to help Libris evolve.

As for why Libris went through the Academy…probably because Libris is a Black Sheep of the Grey dragons. He thinks differently from them, since he was said to have fought in the original Dragon/Human War. He probably could read the signs as well of another War stirring and agreed to work with Rivett in an attempt to find a way to stop it.

Except much later when he hears the horn, he thinks he was too late and his mind turns to doing what he can to keep the fighting from escalating further. It takes Beau proving he is the reborn Dragon of Legend for Libris to see that all hope is not lost and that war can still be prevented.

If a war actually breaks out later, I think Libris would join the fight again, and this time it would be more devastating because of the sheer size and power of the Evolved dragons like him.

Dragon Booster Ask Meme

#blackdragon answers #dragon booster #ask game: dragon booster edition #Libris #Armeggadon #the more I talk about this guy the angrier I get #X’D #and I sincerely will be livid if another show I really like does this as well #but Libris… #I love him so much #and I have a lot of thoughts about him #most relating to my project #zomandfriends

[waiting4smthn2happen]

GRAYSCALE / prose (~750 words)

AUTHORS NOTE: i wrote this as my college essay back in fall of 2021!

TW: themes of depression

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I used to view the world drenched in bright, colorful light. The sky would shine, the clouds would smile, and the grass would feel like a blanket underneath my feet. Though, I never expected life would so quickly turn from that soft blanket of grass into a muddy landscape, littered with footprints and plagued with the sound of mud squelching as it releases its hold on your boot.

It all started with a little drizzle, so little that pulling out an umbrella would be deemed overkill. I didn’t mind it. I let it soak through my hair and wet my palms. I bathed in the refreshing cool of the atmosphere brought upon by the rain. Summer was overwhelming, and the rain reassured me that everything will cool down and keep growing at a gentle pace.

But the clouds kept coming and the rain poured harder. The sky filled with gray— so much gray. A storm was brewing, so I took shelter indoors. I did not let this bring me down— after all, there needs to be a storm once in a while, right? After some time, it’ll pass, I thought. The sun will return and bring back the color again.

So I waited. I waited minutes, I waited hours, I waited days. The storm kept raging, but I kept hoping. What else is there to do but hope? I can't give up the warmth of the sun and the color its light illuminates. The storm would pass eventually. They always do. Always.

Something was wrong. The clouds never moved— they stood still, frozen in place, sobbing and sobbing and sobbing forever. I could almost say that I felt for them. I missed the sun, too. Every time I looked out the window, I was disappointed. After some time, I started to forget what I was even looking for.

I soon found comfort in the storm. The pitter-patter of the rain against the windows sung me to sleep, and on a lucky night, I would dream of colors again. The usual nightmares were routine for me— just repeated memories of the dawn of the downpour. I gave up on waiting for the storm to pass; now, I don't think I even want to let it go.

One night, I was watching the storm. I decided to try once more– to try looking for color in the gray, a light in the sky. There was nothing. No, there was something until I realized there was nothing. The storm— as rainy as it was— was quiet. No roaring thunder, no strikes of lightning. What kind of storm lasts for weeks without any thunder or lightning?

It was mundane but it was a different kind of peace— a peace found within sadness. A peace found within continuous disappointment. A peace found within heartbreak. I realized that as much as I lost color that day, the storm lost something too— it’s voice.

I thought I was waiting for the storm, but the storm was waiting for me.

I grabbed my umbrella and my rain boots. As I stared at the door, I never knew that I could be so afraid of change. Regardless of that fear, I threw that door open. On the step, I opened my umbrella. Every part of my body told me to go back inside; it told me that I could get sick from the rain, and that I could freeze from the cold. I knew I came out only mildly prepared, facing the downpour with only an umbrella and boots, but I persisted.

The umbrella was above me now, and I was outside. My boots sunk into the mud and the rain was beating down above me. It was still gray everywhere. I quickly grew scared. I had nearly just turned to go inside until I caught a glint in the corner of my eye.

Light. A sliver of light poked through the clouds. It was so little, like a sewing needle threading through gray fabric.

As small as that needle of light was, it brought upon another downpour— yet this time, it wasn’t from the sky.

It was from me.

No, I hadn't quite seen color yet at that moment, but that was the brightest my world had been in months. That night, the rain still poured and sung me to sleep, but I knew that maybe one morning,

on some fateful day,

that sliver of light could make a rainbow.

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