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corviisquire · 2 months

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Hello~ I just wanted to let you know that this is what my doodling-while-i-work sketches look like these days... 👀 I am obsessed with my beautiful blue lady 💙🥺

(ignore the colours, this was done with blue and pink highlighters lmao. they just were in hand at the time)

Not showing you my pinterest board for because it's embarrassingly full lmao. I'll make a nice moodboard for her and post it here though! Also I have been looking at couture dresses and pearls and gems to figure out her dress (because i am OBSESSED with all the layers and details you put, there's so much leeway for beautiful fabrics and ruffles and ways to connect the hood!!!), so thank you for rekindling my fashion designer side 😌✌️

I have been toying with the idea of making the moon into actual horns since we talked about it (like Maleficent?) - you mentioned opals and shell linings, and I think it would look sick if the moon-antlers/horns had that opalescence sheen to them? Maybe it could mirror the mask?

Idk, I haven't quite fleshed her out yet so that may change. She still doesn't have a name; Miss Missy is being very secretive about her life (no surprise there 🙄).

I do wanna show you this! There's this gemstone called Azurite, that has this beautiful shade of deep blue, with purples, and some greens and gold speckles and spots (seriously - look it up, it's fantastic). I like the idea of her being connected to gems and stuff, and I think this one in particular fits her vibe SO well?? So yeah.

Sorry if this is kind of a long, weird ramble, but I just wanted to let you know that our Blue Lady (that's her temporary name) is being well taken care of and cherished 🌙💙✨ Hope you're doing well!!!! 🫂💙🥺

AAAAA sorry for the late(r) response I was about to go to bed and saw this. I just- OMGOMGOMGOMG my face is heating up. Jinefvijneifjvneijfcn 💜🩵💙🩵💙🩷🩷💙🩵💜🩵💖💕💓❣️💘💞💗💕💗💖💕💞💗🐟🔥💕💖🩵💞🩵💞🩵🔥💓💗💙💗❣️💗❣️🐟❣️🐟💙💓💓🔥😱❣️🔥😱💗💓💕💕❣️💕💜🔥❣️🔥🦑🔥

Me staring at my phone rn.

And why she urple?? There’s so many thoughts going on in my head rn.

1. YOU DID THAT WITH HIGHLIGHTERS WHAT??? excuse me??? what In the Bob Ross???? I love the way you blended the pink and blue and the sketchiness of the lines AUGH. It’s so crunchy… good food…….. you captured her whimsical aura perfectly. The fabric for her sleeves is so nice. You drew her so pretty omg omg

2. I love malificent so much :(((( I love sleeping beauty, I love the live action malificent… OPAL MASK AND HORNS HELLO. Blue Lady is killing it over here, my god. She’s got the bling. She’s got the swag. What more could she have.

3. My grandparents are jewelers and they used to keep random geodes and gems around their house and azurite was one of them! I remember because they would try to teach me about rocks and gems and different gem cuts and I just sat there “no thoughts, head empty, I only want to look at pictures of agate and peridot”. their azurite was very very small and I’m not sure where it is anymore. My favorite gem has to be zircon though, love that stuff. I will for sure be reading more on azurite though!

4. (Psst I have a character who’s like a pomegranate goddess and I think her and Blue Lady would get along wonderfully. Her name is Punicae and you can find her og design here.)

them with not accurate coloring cause i be speed drawing. They slay. Together.

I’m going to go to bed. Stay safe, take care of yourself, LOVE yourself. Tysm for this I’m crying. Love you very much and giving you all the azurite your heart could desire 💙🩵💖

#sobbing #crying #art #friend art #creature #oc art #oc #digital art #ranne my beloved #ask #ask box

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threadsun · 7 months

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i think your nap was just the amount of time i had before class lol {/not mean}

nickname is tho! i just think it's cute :)

oritho usually hangs around bars and people-ie place so it's easier to slip out with a drunk under pretenses of spending the night together {which i mean. they do ha}

gets paid by the site it uses, tip functions by its audience, and does actual commission work so it doesn't seem weird he's home all the time and has a stable sense of income {from a different set of freaks than his usual snuff audience}

there are three main reactions he has to someone he's caught: if they're really freaking out and stuff he's in business more, if they're aggressive he gets short quick and gets harsher, but if they're basically unresponsive and deactivated he'll feel a little bad. not much, but enough it's like sympathy

doesn't usually get mad. he'll get agitated, or upset, but he is scary when mad because he doesn't just 'get mad' he gets irate and looks it. if someone gets him pissy during streams he'll be an asshole and make their short-term pain last longer

pretty jokey at times, very go with the flow and chill. can be mistaken for tired

mother taught him how to hunt and listen to his gut, animal things, while his dad taught him how to burn cd's, pirate, and human society {and technically the dark web} he also introduced tho to all kinds of music!

with the heat/rut and aflux stuff, he doesn't really plan on having sex. like if he does cool but he doesn't really plan on it, he likes being sexual though. gets aggressive during both times like tearing at pillows with his teeth and throwing shit since he's upset

likes cooking and cleaning! finds them calming :) general household chores are nice, likes sweeping the most

needs control in their own life or they will lose their mind

loves being outside {sketching, eating, sleeping, anything}

lives kinda in the middle of the woods, far away enough that no one can hear any screams but close enough to get to the nearby city via car, but tho prefers to walk everywhere

loves leaning into his animalistic side a lot more than his human side, but likes both

has probably eaten a part of someone on stream for enough money, before or after death doesn't matter

loves bugs! he looooves creepy crawlies :) thinks of them as his little buddies

however if oritho has something like mice in its house it'll just take care of the problem by eating them lol

usually drifts between aroallo and alloace since he uses the split attraction model, has a secret side that really wants romance but he doesn't pay much attention to it. and by the time he can he's drifted back into being aro lol

likes to put on music while working, so if someone is crying oritho will shove the back end of a hammer into their mouth and go 'shut up the good part of the song is playing' {the songs while working are sexual, he finds it funny to be ripping someone to shreds while it's playing} sometimes he does gay little dances!

forgets to shower and brush his teeth sometimes. he wants to do it more, he likes the hot water but just kinda forgets to

doesn't have many friends, prefers solitude but sometimes it does get to him which is sad :(

on a final note... i forgot tho's eyelashes. the thing that makes them look more femme while wearing their mask. augh ＿|￣|○ he has them, they're long

{hope everything is going okay, you're awesome!!}

~ }i{

Ooooh I love them so much!!!!! Just a silly slutty murder lad :3c

#sunshine #asks #18+ only #}i{#mwah mwah you're awesome too!!

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alwayscraftynight · 8 months

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Was gonna put a response to your art concepts in the replies but it didn’t fit so I’ll just put here

1. YESYESYESYESYES. So pumped that you’re planning about making a comic about Jacob’s past. Seeing your interpretation of what he was like before canon, and how he eventually became the person he was in Yesterday’s Lie would be sick. Also I really like his outfit, it’s nice to see him out of the ol’ blue jeans and brown coat

2. I’ve never been one to involve Jacob in romance or romantic interests because the stuff doesn’t really interest me, but this is really fucking funny. I’m just imaging after Camila constrains Jacob in the cage he’s both going “Augh those damn alien bastards, they’ll rue the day they crossed me!” and “why was that hot why was that hot why was that hot”. Also as a side note, very appreciative of how you drew Jacob in a mellowed state. That’s how I often imagine him because it’s how he acts in my fic, and it is very starkly contrasted with how he acts in both the show and fanworks. So it’s nice to see a high quality drawing of him like that that isn’t a shitty sketch I made in the corner of my school notebook.

3. I’m not a subscriber to the belief that Jacob is a descendant from the Whittebanes, but this looks neat. I’m assuming this is gonna play some role in that Jacob and Phillip team up comic, where one or both of them connect the dots and realize that they’re related.

All in all, very cool stuff

Welcome back! I've been planning the Jacob backstory comic for a good while, it feels good to get some of those ideas out onto a screen. It's a topic that especially interests me since there's a lot of room for interpretation, like what even was this guy like before he went off the deep end? Im glad you liked the outfit, it brought me joy since he looks like such a dork DJRKDMMD. In terms of Jacob and Philip being related, I'm not sure if they'll figure it out in the AU yet, I kinda just wanted to give Caleb a wife before he ran away with Evelyn and I thought it'd be a neat opportunity lol. All in all Masha's probably more closely related to the Wittebanes than Jacob is realistically. It could be subject to change, I'm pretty much going off of what's been in my head for this project and stuff has already changed quite a bit. Also I just thought that Jacob having a thing for Camila would be funny lol. I have to put that man in weird predicaments for my own amusement.

Anyway I'm glad you like the stuff👍 See ya.

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carrtoonfreak · 3 years

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Comfortmoviecomfortmoviecomfortmoviecom-

#I just wanted to sketch it but it looked weird augh #I’m sorry? Haha no #I couldn’t get it out of my head as soon as that bombshell was dropped #Anyway yes I love this movie expect more of art like this and-#my art #I drew that apparently #pixar luca #alberto scorfano #Cruella meme #pixar

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applejarjar · 3 years

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Welp, my ma just said that I might be gettin the tattoo I asked about before for my birthday

But this whole time I haven't been planning or thinking about it cause I really didn't think it was going to happen any time soon

And now I'm like flipping out cause there's a lot of things that I haven't thought through and some aspects that have changed and idk what to do

#Like I know what the subject will be and the style but I don't have a location or a pose picked out yet #And so I kind of threw away my original idea for a different one that seems more feasible #But the problem is now I've really been thinking about top surgery #And I'm worried that this new spot will be affected if there's changes made to my torso #On the other hand though it is just a sketch and price quote so maybe I'm thinking too much??#Although she might've said that if it was reasonable we'd get it done on my birthday...#AUGH I just have so many THOUGHTS #And I have no artistic or editing skills whatsoever so putting together references and what I imagine in my head is gonna be a struggle #And like I said I really don't know where I'm going to put it anyway #Plus my mom really wants me to do the start with something small thing and my plans weren't very small to begin with #Might just like stare at myself in the mirror before I hop in the shower to try and figure out the best spot for my tattoo #And I could just do a small part of my tattoo but I feel like it'd look really weird to just have one small tattoo on its lonesome #Plus like I said what if everything shifts later on then what?#The impermanence of my state of being is makin me sad #Who knows if I'll ever be able to have top surgery anyway sigh #Now would be the 'almost' perfect time to go ahead with surgery since I still have a while before classes start #Much to think about much to think about

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one-piece-dumpster-fire · 5 years

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//just a little selfship game a friend of mine inspired me to post, whoever wants to gush/do this as well feel free to tag me :D!

My Ship: Crachelle, of course~💜🍪

(This was drawn by my friend supernova-hcs-art btw^^)

1. A picture or comic to express the dynamic between you and your f/o:

((a quick comic sketch made by me- this is us, I basically hide under his cape and cling to his side like a baby monkey xD))

2. Or describe you and your f/o's dynamic in words:

"Depressed, paranoid bi-saster of a gal that can't walk properly and likes coconuts as well as lasagna and her old, almost always horny, possessive, heterosexual husband who doesn't know what a meme is"

3. What was your f/o's first impression of you?

((Cracker is and will always be a horndog XD))

4. Now what were your thoughts seeing your f/o for the first time?:

youtube

((of course lol))

5. Got a favorite picture of you two together?

*aggressively copies and pastes every single Crachelle picture my friends and followers ever drew for me* I could never choose just one ;_;!

6. Favorite song to fit your ship?

Pretty much every Lana del Rey song because I'm a depressed gal haha

Nooo but I really start thinking about our ship when listening to these two :D

youtube

This one is here because my mother would always make me watch Dirty Dancing and Ghost with her, basically to the point that this and Time of my Life became my all-time favorite 'loves song' xD And they really make me think of Cracker and our ship as well♡

7. Time to get sappy and interactive! The sweetest thing(s) you and your f/o say/do for each other? (These questions will be answered by both~)

Michelle= pink; Cracker= purple

"Mhhhh, I guess you could call this a mix of the two but whenever Cracker talks about his feelings, his voice tends to crack a little. That tells me that he's being honest and serious, and the fact that he feels comfortable with being vulnerable around me really means so much-"

"SH SH SH SH SH SHHHHHHHHH SUGAR COOKIE! YOU CAN'T JUST SPILL INTIMATE STUFF LIKE THAT, FOR MAMA'S SAKE!"

"...Ahem, anyway, as for my dearly beloved... she is all mine and loves me- which is more than sweet and enough, if you ask me. Now, there certainly are some other... 'intimate' things I could list here, but details about our relationship aren't just for everyone's ears!"

8. Now, how about the weirdest thing that has ever happened to you two?

"Oh dear, where to start..."

"Hey now! There is absolutely nothing weird about our relationship! In fact, we are a fairly sophisticated couple whos love exceeds the mental capacity and limits of most simple minded fools around-"

"...Cracker, sometimes you open a bag of chips on your chest and ask me to eat them off of your abs."

"..."

"Well, I don't see what's wrong with that."

".....hehe, alright. As for the question- the weirdest thing that actually happened recently was when Cracker picked me up from a birthday party and some people thought that he was my dad."

"Augh, please love, don't remind me! The audacity of those brats-"

9. What is the happiest memory you share as a couple?

"Hah! Undoubtly when my beloved accepted my proposal! I'll have to admit, it was all quite nerve-racking at first... but when I looked into her eyes, which were filled with endless love that day.... Oh I know I will never forget that moment. Only thing to top that coooouuld be our wedding or the birth of our first child, but we aren't quite there yet."

"Awwwuuugggghh,,,, sweetie ;_; I definitely second that! Never did I think that the day would come that someone proposes to me, let alone with a ring like that! But it just made it all the more magical and unforgettable, as you said..."

10. Last, but not least- got any plans for the future?

"Well, we should probably get married soon and then-"

"CHILDREN. We're gonna have so many beautiful kids, oh I can already see it-"

"...uhm, yes, that would be the next thing then! 2 or 3 little ones running around, who we can share our love with..."

"2 or 3? Sugar Cookie, I think you mean 20 to 30! I hate to say it but I'm not getting any younger and I want to have my legacy properly secured before reaching Mama's age!"

"Anfgieo2brdldje,,,, TWENTY OR THIRTY??! We'll definitely have to talk about that again, I think."

Aaaand that concludes this little game, it was honestly a lot of fun to do xD! Now there are some fellow selfshipper friends I would love to tag and I hope you guys don't mind, but remember that this is completely optional and you don't have to^^! @varia-venus, @mrs-3, @bootyshakerkegrimm, @madlymiho, @doctorgerth, @aces-disaster-wife

And yes, I'm indeed using this vacation to completely immerse myself in some good ol'selfship fantasies don't hate me please xD

#michelle plays games #michelle's little vacation #crachelle #selfship #don't worry there won't be many posts like these anymore when I get back home and back to writing requests x"D #but for now this is really fun to do while I'm cooling down from today~#me and my biscuitdaddy #Charlotte Cracker

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yrpspiritsintheshadows · 4 years

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Old Wounds

Dear Mr. Miyamoto,

It is with great fear I am reaching out to you. I don't know what to do. You're my last hope here with this. My name is Charlotte and I'm 18 years old, but I still live at home. I go to Geistville Community College.

I have this doll, it was given to me by a relative, whom I am not close with. I've enclosed a picture of the doll at the bottom. Ever since getting her, weird things have been happening. My name's been called when I'm the only one home, I've had nightmares where I can't breath and woke up with these weird bruises around my neck.

I brushed it off at first because my family thought I was nuts. It wasn't until the doll started moving off of its stand at night that I realized I'm NOT crazy and this is in fact happening.

First, it'd be on the floor. No big deal, I have a cat, Pearl, she knocks things off my shelves sometimes but this is a porcelain doll and Pearl sleeps in the living room in her cat cave. If Pearl knocked it over, it should've broken. Nope. Still intact.

Then, I swear I saw its eyes follow me when I was getting ready for school.

Last night, I had the nightmare about not being able to breathe and when I woke up, the doll was on top of me.

Please… Please help me. I'm scared it's going to kill me…

Eiji sighed heavily, reading over the letter for what felt like the hundredth time. It had been concerning when he received it initially.

Now, reading it over again, there was dread building up. He pulled up the photograph included.

The doll, to anyone else, looked normal. Snow white porcelain, dark, almost black brown eyes, she had a purple chiffon dress on, covered in ruffles and frills, her pale blonde hair in ringlets around her head.

If the doll wasn't involved in a haunting and didn't look so… otherworldly, Eiji would've called it "cute" and moved on.

He had to take it with a grain of salt, however… and he wasn't sure if this was something his team should handle.

The last time I dealt with a haunted doll case…

He looked at the picture he kept by the computer of when Ken was a newborn, the day they finally got to bring him home from the hospital.

I made one of the worst mistakes of my life.

Goddess, why did I bring that thing into the house?

Old guilt bubbled in his chest as he bit the nail of his index finger. Normally, he never hesitated… but this had an old wound attached.

"Eiji, I don't want that thing in my house."

"I know, I promise I'm burning it in the morning. It'll be destroyed and not be able to bug anyone again. I got the key. Just focus on resting. Don't want you or the baby getting stressed."

I'm gonna need to talk it over with Carmen. One thing is for sure, I am NEVER bringing that thing into the house.

Not where it could terrorize Ken or Hideki or Hikaru. Not…

He growled.

Not where it can touch Carmen.

Never again.

His heart went out to the girl. He knew what it was like to be terrorized by something you thought was innocent.

Something, that you thought would never get a chance to harm you.

Just hope her house doesn't have stairs.

I need to talk to Carmen… and maybe call Naomi. Because I don't know if I can take this case. I'd have to sell her on it and even then.

He gripped the arm of his chair tighter, eyes trailing from the doll's face to the photograph. Carmen, in the picture, looked exhausted but relieved, holding the tiny bundle that was their son. Safe and sound, home at last.

What am I gonna do? Eiji sighed heavily, getting up. He had to get out of the room for a bit.

He didn't want to have this conversation.

Deep down though, he knew in truth he wanted to help this girl. Free her of whatever was inside the doll.

I'm just scared that it'll bite me again. I usually forward this crap to Naomi.

He headed upstairs, going to Carmen's office. The pool room was nearby, the door was open a crack so she could listen if any of their kids were in the pool.

As it stood, no one was. The boys were in the family room, watching a movie of some sort. It was just them.

He peered inside, Carmen was sketching on her screen tablet, her eyes narrowed in focus.

Eiji swallowed hard, knocking on the doorway. Her eyes never left the tablet but her hand did pause in its movements.

"If this is a bad time, I can come back in an hour." He offered when she did look up.

Carmen narrowed her eyes, looking her husband over… In particular his eyes. He was nervous, shifting in place, hands tucked into his jean pockets.

"What's on your mind, Mi Amor?"

Eiji bit his lip. He really didn't want to have this discussion.

I could just make something up and run upstairs.

But that's lying.

I could say I turned it down and go upstairs and call Naomi.

But that's half lying.

I could…

Augh, I'm gonna have to do this, aren't I?

Eiji let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumping. Normally, they could talk about everything and anything.

Just. Say it.

"Carmen, I got a letter today from a client about a new case." He frowned, unease blooming within. "I… This is something I really need to talk to you about."

"What's going on?" She frowned, concern washing over her. "Is it involving something like what happened to Hideki and Hikaru?"

"No, no! We're not taking in more kids." He held up his hands. "It's not like that… but it does involve something that we both hate. See, she has this doll and-" Eiji cut himself off, at the stricken look Carmen had. "C-Carmen?"

Carmen narrowed her eyes, shaking her head.

"No. You know the rule." She got up, grabbing a water bottle out of the small fridge she kept in her office. "I don't want any creepy haunted objects in my house!"

"I wasn't going to bring it home." He explained, a pleading look coming to his eyes. "I swear, what happened back then won't happen EVER again."

Carmen stared at him, frustration coming to her eyes.

"I don't… Eiji, if something attaches itself to anything and comes after the kids or me, you'll never forgive yourself. You're STILL upset about what happened." She went up to him, cupping his cheek. He pressed it into her hand, closing his eyes. His shoulders were shaking a little.

"It was my fault." He murmured, his voice cracking a little. "Carmen, I thought…. I thought…"

"Shh… I know." She stroked his arm. "Mi Corazon, I think I know better than anyone… I was scared too."

"He was so tiny… and you were in so much pain… Carmen, I… I'm torn." He ran a hand through his hair, a haunted look in his eyes. "I want to help. I want to help this girl really badly but I don't want to risk you guys either… Especially you." He frowned, bringing his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. "Please…"

Carmen brought her arms around him, stroking his back. She didn't want to say anything, except dig her heels in and say no. In a perfect world, if she said "no" once, he would've never spoken of it again… But the idea of her Eiji even doing that unsettled her.

It still hurt.

While Ken, it seemed had no health issues after his rather unceremonious arrival, they had been terrified.

C-section, having a hard time getting out of bed to go to the NICU, Eiji being there every single moment, trying his best.

We went through heck back then because of a stupid doll…

And now there's another stupid doll out there.

She tightened her arms around him, burrowing her face into his chest.

"I love you." She leaned up, giving him a serious look. "I'm not gonna lie, I don't want you to do this. Not even in the slightest. I want you to give it up."

Eiji nodded, lowering his head a little.

"But… I'm not going to ask you to do that because I don't want someone else getting pushed down the stairs or killed because of some stupid little doll." Carmen tilted his chin up. "But I don't want it in my house. Not even for a night. Okay?"

"It won't go anywhere but a fire pit in some campground off the highway. I promise." Eiji vowed. "I'll cleanse myself before coming in the house too."

Carmen played with his necklace, kissing his chin. He kissed her, holding it for a moment.

She pulled back after a moment, touching her forehead to his.

"I love you." He breathed, relief washing over him like a wave. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." She nuzzled him. "You big darn, hero."

"Just an investigator."

"Yeah, who if he brings that doll home, can kiss back rubs goodbye for six years."

"Sounds fair. More than fair." He kissed her forehead. "Thank you."

"Welcome." She wagged her finger at him. "Remember, I better not see it in my house."

"You won't." He grinned.

"Good."

oooooo

He didn't need to hold an entire meeting about this one. Just one message:

"It's a doll. After the investigation, we're burning it. No chance of it going after anyone. Got it?"

They all knew. They had investigated the first doll case and had been part of deflecting others until now.

"Eiji, are you sure about this?" Chase asked as he helped pack up the van, hefting another duffle bag into it. He also packed a gas can full of fuel for a fire. "We can reschedule."

"No."

"Eiji-"

"Chase. I promise, I'm gonna be fine." Eiji smiled a little, trying to hide the dread he was feeling. "I'm scared but I'm fine."

"You could stay home. We could drive down to Monstruo and grab Naomi-"

"Nope. She has kids too." Eiji walked past him. "Gonna go say goodnight to the kids."

Soon as he was gone, the team huddled together.

"Alright, we know this is gonna mess with him." Skyler spoke up, crossing her arms. "So, we have to put as much space between the doll and Eiji as possible."

"I'll be bait." Chase held up a hand.

"Of course you're bait." Lucian smirked, before it faded. "Eiji needs to handle nerve center. He'll be on monitor duty all night. No investigations outside of it."

"He's not gonna be okay with that."

"He will. Something tells me he will and if not." Lucian smirked. "That's what texting Carmen will do."

"... Lucian, you seriously scare me sometimes."

He shrugged.

"Either way. Eiji is not getting set off tonight. We're not letting him get near the darn thing unless it's attaching cameras to it."

"We got all of the spell tags in a box too. We'll stick 'em all around the nerve center."

The team nodded to one another.

No mistakes tonight.

Let's do this for our little ghost family.

oooooo

Charlotte's home was a modest three bedroom house. With white paint and a grey roof, it looked like your typical house.

"My parents are out of the house for the weekend and if I have to leave for the night I will too."

Eiji knocked on the door, leaning a bit to the side.

It wasn't long before a young woman opened it. She was pale, her blond hair hanging in ringlets around her face, the rest pulled into a short ponytail at the back of her head. She wore a bright red scarf around her neck as well.

"Hey there. Charlotte Monroe?"

"Y-Yes? And you're Eiji?"

He smiled reassuringly, offering her a hand as she shook it.

"I promise we're gonna get to the bottom of what's happening to you."

Charlotte relaxed a little, ushering them inside.

"I had my parents take the cat with them. Pearl won't be interfering with anything."

"That's good to know-" Eiji's words died on his lips as he saw what was sitting on the coffee table.

Unease washed over him like a tidal wave as his eyes met its soulless glass orbs.

"I… see we're getting right into it then? This is the doll?"

"Y-Yes." Charlotte shuddered. "I didn't want her in my room tonight. I'm sorry. Will that be a problem?"

"No, not at all."

Chase whistled as he looked it over.

"So, does her hair grow too or-"

"Chase!" Eiji hissed.

Charlotte blinked, confusion in her eyes.

"Hair growing? I… I don't think so. Is that a sign?"

"No, no." Eiji reassured, waving it off. "Just an old legend about another supposedly haunted doll." He gave Chase an annoyed look.

"Oh. Okay. Can I get you guys anything? Tea, soda, coffee?"

"Nah. We're fine, honestly. Shall we?"

She nodded, leading them to the dining room of the home.

"Sorry, I just… feel really uncomfortable talking in front of her."

Eiji gave her a reassuring look, taking out his notepad.

"No worries. Let's hear it."

Charlotte nodded, fumbling with her fingers.

"Okay, for one… I don't have a name for her. I just call her "that thing" since I've honestly always hated dolls. My favorite toys were stuffed animals. I hated it whenever anyone gave me a doll but for some reason I can't seem to get rid of it."

Eiji narrowed his eyes.

"How so?"

Charlotte closed her eyes tightly, exhaling sharply.

"I tried throwing it away when I messaged you. It came back."

"And you're parents wouldn't have brought it back in?"

"Never."

She glared down into the garbage can. She looked at the doll in her other hand, giving it a sneer.

"Meet your new resting place." She chucked it in hard enough that she heard a crack, the doll's neck broken in an awkward angle. She smiled, putting the lid on and heading back inside.

"Alright, time for some Leonideas-" She stopped short as she entered her room.

The doll was lying on her bed, perfectly repaired.

"I was out of the house for less than two minutes." She shivered.

Eiji finished jotting the information down. Internally, he was horrified at what he was hearing, but he was giving an outward appearance of calm. Just trying to do his best to be reassuring.

"I see… and do you still have bruises?" Eiji gave her a gentle look. "My colleague here, he's also a paramedic. It just helps to see for documentation."

Charlotte fidgeted before nodding, undoing the scarf.

As it fell away, the team gasped.

Her neck was covered in bruises, almost all in the same pattern, traveling entirely up her neck. Two on each side.

"Good gracious…" Lucian walked over to her. "Is it alright if I…?"

"You can." She murmured.

Lucian was gentle, tilting her head to the side as he examined the bruises. There was a distinct pattern. One he unfortunately was very familiar with.

"Yeah, these are finger prints." He concluded, stepping back. "They're miniature but these are distinctly human finger prints."

Charlotte replaced her scarf around her neck.

"So… she was choking me for sure?"

"It's possible. Which is why I think it would be in your best interest if you didn't stay the night while we're here." Eiji gave her a gentle look. "Is it possible for you to join your parents? We'll be gone by day break."

"I can go to my boyfriend's house. He lives down the street." She smiled a little. "Bill wouldn't let anyone hurt me."

"Then give him a call and pack up. We'll make sure the doll doesn't bug ya."

"Thank you."

It wasn't long before Charlotte left the house, hurrying down the street on her bike. Eiji closed the door behind her, sighing heavily.

"Alright, since the most activity happens when the doll is in her room, I'll go move it there and get the ghost box setup-"

"Nope." Lucian clamped a hand on his shoulder. "I'm doing that."

"Eh?" Eiji furrowed his brow. "Luce, I can handle this."

Lucian smiled, shoving him along.

"I know. But you've been active in our last two investigations while I had to babysit the cameras. You take a darn turn."

"Wait." Eiji turned around, giving him a suspicious look. "You're… volunteering. As ghost bait. You're actually volunteering!?"

"Yes. Problem?"

Eiji sighed heavily, a bit guilty for being relieved he didn't have to spend too much time in the same room as the doll.

"No."

Lucian grinned wickedly.

"Good. Now, get in the freakin nerve center."

Alright…

Let the night begin.

#Spirits in the Shadows #Writing #original work #original characters #writeblr #literary web series #Eiji Miyamoto #Skyler Nicks #Chase Armati #Lucian Anameches #Carmen Miyamoto #Dolls #haunted dolls

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Late Night Talks

Annnnnd we’re back with Chapter 7 of Dreaming in Black and White! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter <3! Lemme know what you think! We’re 10 days away from my b-day so I’m suuuuper excited :D :D!

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Marinette yawned loudly, her arms stretching over her head as she blinked her eyes open blearily. Her gaze flickered over to the alarm clock to check the time before she groaned in annoyance and flipped the covers back over her head. “It’s too early,” the young designer muttered. She scrunched her eyes closed in an attempt to slip back into the warm comfort of sleep.

A happy, tinkling voice chirped cheerfully at her, “Good morning, Marinette!”

“No, Tikki,” she moaned, “Five more minutes!”

“Marinette, it’s almost noon, and you’ve barely started your homework!” Tikki chastised.

Marinette grumbled at her, flipping the covers off her head to reveal the messy-haired, tired, teen, “I’m tired! It’s not my fault that pesky Tomcat keeps coming to visit!”

“Don’t be silly now,” the kwami giggled, “You know you enjoy his visits as much as he does.”

Marinette rolled her eyes before glaring at Tikki as she shuffled her way out of bed. A deep sigh emanated from her chest while she brushed her hair back into its usual pigtails. She searched her face for any hint of color before giving up and grabbing some clothes from her wardrobe. Her small kwami flitted her way into the girl’s purse before Marinette opened up her trapdoor. Trudging her way downstairs, she was greeted by the sight of her mother humming as she carefully poured ingredients into a bowl.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” Sabine’s head perked up and smiled at her daughter’s arrival, “We could really use your help down in the bakery today if you’re able.”

Shaking off the last vestiges of sleepiness, Marinette grinned softly back, “Of course, Maman,” she kissed her cheek before ducking into their bathroom to get changed.

As she finished settling the purse on her hip, Tikki’s voice chimed from within, “Do you know what you’re going to say to Chat Noir today?”

A brief flash of anger appeared across Marinette’s face as she recalled his unwillingness to help her in the latest akuma attack before she blew out a breath. “Honestly, not really,” she nibbled on her lip, “I just know that we need to sort this out. He can’t stay mad at me forever.” If I can just tell him the reason as to why I rejected him, I’m certain we can work this out, she thought to herself with a firm nod.

“Alright,” the kwami nodded, “Just keep in mind, Marinette, you can’t work without Chat Noir and he can’t work without you.”

“I know, Tikki. I know,” the fashion designer said softly as she pushed the door to the bathroom open.

She kissed her mother’s cheek goodbye before quickly making her way downstairs to the bakery. Marinette smiled gently at the sight that awaited her. Her father was rushing around, covered in flour, as he mixed things together. He smiled at her in relief when he finally saw her, “Marinette! Thank goodness you’re here! I’m in dire need of your help! Think you could man the front counter while I bake things in here?”

“Will do, Papa,” she giggled at him, “Just shout if you ever need me in here.”

“Thanks again, Marinette,” he shouted after her retreating figure.

Time passed quickly as Marinette ran back and forth passing out pastries and other delicious treats to hungry customers. Soon, the crowds died down and she began to have more free time to herself. The young girl washed tables and counters down as she hummed quietly to herself.

A soft chime sounded from the door and she quickly abandoned the latest table she was washing and returned to the front counter with a wide smile, “Welcome to the Dupain-Cheng bakery! What can I get you?” Marinette said before blinking at the customer in front of her. Adrien stood before her, smiling shyly with his hand raised in a silent greeting.

“Hi, Mari,” he said quietly.

“Oh, hi, Adrien. Did you get out of your photoshoot early today?” she asked politely. That was weird, she thought to herself, I’m still getting butterflies but I’m not stuttering anymore. I also don’t feel as angry as I did before. Maybe seeing him as Ladybug helped me get some of that aggression out. Marinette snickered to herself before paying attention to the model in front of her.

“Yeah, I did,” Adrien said with a crooked smile, “I hope you don’t mind me coming here, but I was really hungry and you have some of the best pastries in town.”

“That is true so I can’t really blame you,” she giggled, “What would you like today?”

His hand ran through his hair as he leaned forward to look at the menu and Marinette’s eyes followed the movement. Damn, I still want to run my fingers through his hair, she chastised herself. Shaking off the disturbing feelings, she tore her eyes away from his head and brought her gaze back to his eyes. Thankful that he didn’t seem to notice her moment of weakness, she blew out a breath of relief.

“Could I have one croissant, please?” his voice broke through her musings.

“Sure thing,” she beamed before winking, “Now how did I know you were going to ask for that?” Marinette laughed before ducking down to grab one of the treats. Hah, great job! Keep this up and you’ll be over him in no time! She proudly thought to herself.

With her head down and subsequent praises, she missed Adrien’s faint blush. “I don’t know,” he murmured, “Must be predictable I guess.”

“Or I just know you too well,” Marinette popped back up with a croissant in hand, “Would you like this in a bag or are you okay without?”

“No, that’s alright. I don’t need a bag,” Adrien said before reaching out to take the pastry from her, his hand brushing hers lightly.

She glared subtly as her hand tingled from their contact before she looked back at the model in front of her, “Have a great day, Adrien!”

“You too, Mari,” he said before hesitating.

“Did you need anything else?” Marinette asked curiously as her eyebrow rose.

“No, no. Thank you again, Marinette!” Adrien shook his head before turning to go. He paused at the door, however, and looked back at her nervously, “We’re alright, aren’t we?”

She melted slightly at his quiet words and shot him a soft look, “Yes, Adrien, we’re alright. We’re friends, after all!”

“Right, right,” he nodded before running a hand through his hair anxiously, “It’s just on Friday you said you didn’t want to talk to me and I didn’t know where that left us.”

Marinette winced slightly, recalling her harsh words from before, “I’m sorry, Adrien. I was still hurting. I didn’t mean to make you think that I didn’t want to talk to you. I’m working through it though, promise,” Her mind drifted to a certain superhero as she thought back on their midnight discussions.

“Great, thanks again Marinette!” he smiled happily at her, “You’re amazing! I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

“You’re welcome, Adrien! See you tomorrow!” she waved goodbye as he disappeared out the door and walked back into the limo that awaited him.

The rest of her day passed quickly and uneventfully as she helped customers get the dessert of their choice. Finally, her father came to the front and told her she could go back upstairs and relax. Marinette beamed at him, giving him a light kiss on the cheek before she ran back to her bedroom. She collapsed on her chaise with a happy sigh.

Tikki flew out from her purse, giggling happily at the girl, “I’m very proud of you, Marinette! You were able to talk to Adrien without stuttering and didn’t seem angry at all!”

“You’re right, Tikki,” Marinette turned to face the small kwami, “I didn’t get the same fluttering in my stomach that I usually associate with Adrien and I honestly didn’t feel angry at all! I think it’s working! I think I am actually getting over him!”

“Good for you!” she beamed at the young girl, “Though I do think it’s time for some homework. You and Chat Noir should be meeting up soon.”

“Ugh!” the designer rolled her eyes, “Why do you have to remind me?! Can’t I have a ten minute break? I just worked for hours.”

“Alright,” Tikki laughed, “Just don’t forget. You don’t want to be late for school because you stayed up all night finishing your work.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Marinette waved her words away, “As though I won’t be late for school anyway!” she winked at the small bug before booting up her computer. Loading up Ultimate Mecha Strike III, she played her favorite game for a while. Suddenly, she was hit with inspiration and reached for her design book, pausing her latest fight. Her tongue stuck out in concentration as she sketched a new design. She was so lost in her work that she didn’t notice Tikki come closer to her.

“What are you working on, Marinette?” she asked, startling the girl.

She jumped with a short shriek before turning to her kwami with a sheepish expression, “Sorry, Tikki. I didn’t notice you come up behind me.”

“It’s alright,” the tiny bug giggled, “I just wanted to know what you were working on.”

“A new dress!” Marinette said proudly, showing her the design, “Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful, Marinette,” Tikki said before turning to her with a pointed look, “Don’t you think it’s been a little longer than ten minutes, though?”

“Augh!” she screeched as her eyes glanced over at the time, “You’re right! You’re so right! Why do I do this to myself!?”

Tikki smiled softly, “You’re adorable but terrible with time management.”

Her lips pursed in annoyance, “Yep, that’s definitely me,” she blew out a harsh breath, “Good thing I have you to keep me on track though.”

“I know, right?” the small bug giggled mischievously, “You’d be lost without me.”

Marinette fondly rolled her eyes before pulling up her half-done English essay. Her fingers flew over her keyboard as words and ideas poured out onto the screen. She smiled happily when she had finally finished. Her eyes quickly scanned over the entirety of what she had written before she printed out the final document.

“Done!” she cheered in victory before she looked at the clock on her computer once again, “Now I think it’s time to see if Chat Noir is up and about. Tikki, spots on!” Marinette called on her transformation as the magic rushed through her system.

With the new burst of energy, she jumped out of the trapdoor and arrived on her balcony. A quick flick of her yo-yo later and she was off into the crisp night air. Scanning the city, Ladybug finally noticed the superhero pacing at the top of the Eiffel Tower. Swinging her way over to him, she landed softly behind him. As though he didn’t hear her, Chat continued his short walks and muttered quietly to himself.

Though Ladybug strained to hear what he was saying, she was unable to. Shaking off her anxious feelings, she started hesitantly, “Chat?”

He stopped pacing and turned to her tensely, “Ladybug,” he gave her a sharp nod.

“Are you alright?” the superheroine asked in concern.

“Just fine,” Chat muttered.

Ladybug rolled her eyes, “Chat, we aren’t getting over this if you can barely talk to me!”

“Well, what do you want me to say?! You broke my heart two nights ago but I’ll get over it. Sorry for bothering you with my feelings, Ladybug!” he snapped at her angrily, tail swishing behind him agitatedly.

Her lips pursed in annoyance before she took a deep breath. Seems I’m going to have to be the bigger person in this situation, Ladybug thought to herself as she tried to let go of her own anger. “No,” she said calmly, “I just want you to talk to me civilly so we can work our way through this.”

“Alright,” Chat laughed bitterly, spreading his arms wide, “Go ahead and explain to me why you just took off on Friday.”

Shoving down the twinge of exasperation, she again took in a deep breath, “The reason I left you was because I recently had my own heart broken.” Her heart swelled with emotion and she sat down, her legs swinging slightly over the side of the tall tower. She glanced over at him before flicking her eyes quickly back to the city, “I looked at you and all I could see was him. I-I got scared so I left. I’m really sorry, Chat,” her eyes fluttered closed.

“What?” he breathed out, “I’m so sorry, Ladybug! I honestly had no idea!” he sat down next to her, grasping one of her hands tightly.

“It’s alright, Chat,” Ladybug turned to him and squeezed his hand lightly, “I know you didn’t know. I’m sorry for not handling it better. I should have at least explained to you but I just...” she cut herself off and chewed on her cheek nervously.

��You panicked,” Chat said sadly, “God, and here I am shouting at you when you’re heartbroken! I didn’t mean to make things harder on you, Ladybug! I was just angry and bitter. I should have waited for you to explain!”

“Like I said, it’s alright Chaton,” she smiled, “If we’re being honest I acted harshly with the guy who rejected me as well. So I really can’t blame you.” Her thoughts again drifted to when she allowed herself to treat Adrien coldly as Ladybug. She snickered lightly before she looked at her partner.

“Still, I have no excuse for how I treated you,” he shook his head, “Can you ever forgive me, LB?” Chat looked at her with regretful eyes.

“You’re already forgiven, mon Chaton,” Ladybug’s arms flung around him as she squeezed him tightly. She leaned back and looked at him seriously after a few minutes, “As long as you can handle fighting akumas with me again.”

“Of course, of course!” his head nodded furiously before wrapping her up in another hug.

She laughed before leaning back once again, “Am I forgiven as well?”

“There’s nothing to forgive!” Chat said eagerly, “So, can you tell me who this boy is!? He deserves to be taught a lesson.”

Ladybug giggled as she imagined Adrien and Chat fighting because of her. She shook her head though, “No, no. It’s not his fault either. There was just another woman he was in love with. Besides, I’m pretty certain you’d do more than just teach him a lesson if I told you his name,” she glanced at him slyly.

“You’re probably right,” he chuckled dryly, “Still, I can’t believe he rejected you! What kind of an idiot would do that when you’re one of the bravest, smartest, kindest people out there!”

She blushed lightly at his compliment before shaking her head, “Thank you, Chaton but he’s really not an idiot. He only sees me as a friend and I’m okay with that,” she sucked in a deep breath, missing the curious look he sent her way.

“Sorry, My Lady, but any man who rejects you is an idiot. No doubt in my mind about that,” Chat winked at her before turning serious, “But if you ever need to talk about anything just remember I’m a phone call away. I’m here for you, Ladybug.”

Ladybug’s lips twitched in amusement. You’re already helping me work through this, Chat, you just don’t know it yet. “It’s alright. If we’re being honest I’m already making progress,” her chest puffed out proudly, “Today was the first day in a while that I talked to him without stuttering.”

“Stuttering?” he asked curiously.

“Yeah,” she giggled sheepishly, “I usually turn into a stammering, stumbling mess when he so much as looks at me.”

“Really, you?” Chat’s eyes widened, “You’ve always seemed so confident, though.”

“Not around him,” Ladybug shook her head fondly, “But like I said, I’m getting better.”

Her partner looked at her in awe for a moment before he stood up, extending a hand out to her, “Well, I hope you don’t mind me cutting this evening short but I have to head back home. I still have homework I have yet to do,” he glanced away from her in annoyance.

“That’s alright,” she took his hand gratefully as she jumped up, “The only reason I finished my English essay before our meeting was because my kwami reminded me.”

“Wow, your kwami sounds amazing. I don’t think mine even knows what homework is,” Chat rolled his eyes, “He just moans about cheese all the time.”

“Oh yeah?” Ladybug giggled, “Cheese, he sounds like a real piece of work.”

The superhero paused, staring at her with wide eyes, “D-Did you just make a pun?! About cheese?!”

“I camembeartly believe it!” she said mischievously.

“Stop!” Chat laughed, “Normally I’d think this would be a cause for celebration but did it have to be about cheese?!”

“Oh cheese, you know you love this!”

“You already used that one,” he pointed out.

“Well, that’s just grate!”

“I finally get her to use puns and of course they just have to be about cheese,” he muttered to himself.

“You know, I gouda get used to this,” Ladybug winked at him.

“Please, please go back to your pun-hating self! I’ll do anything!” Chat pleaded.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop!” she giggled, “Now you know how it feels, Chat!”

“I understand your pain now,” he said solemnly.

“That you do, that you do,” Ladybug said before waving goodbye, “Thanks for meeting with me, Chaton. I’ll see you soon, alright.”

“Thank you for explaining everything to me, LB. I’m sorry for being so foolish,” Chat said, his ears drooping slightly.

“Like I said before, you’re already forgiven, Chat,” she smiled softly at him before wrapping her yo-yo around a chimney and swung away from him.

“How do you not love that girl?” the superhero whispered to himself. He shook his head and then took off into the night, heading back to his bedroom at home to begin working on his own English essay.

Marinette quickly landed on her bed as she detransformed, bouncing slightly on the soft material. She let out a happy sigh as she sunk deeper into the warm covers.

“Nice job, Marinette!” Tikki flitted above her head, “You did very well today! I’m certain you and Chat Noir will be able to fight akumas together once again!”

“I think so too, Tikki,” she said happily.

Her kwami gave a little nod, “And don’t forget you and Adrien are friends again!”

“Yeah, we are,” Marinette beamed, “And I’m going to keep it that way! I promise that I won’t let my feelings get in the way of our friendship again!”

“Good for you,” Tikki hugged the side of her cheek, “You really are amazing, Marinette.”

The girl’s hand came up to cup the tiny creature, smiling shyly at her, “Thank you so much, Tikki. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to change into my pajamas and go to bed. I don’t have to write an English essay after all!”

Tikki giggled, “And aren’t you glad that you already wrote it?”

“You bet I am,” Marinette said as she climbed down her ladder, “Poor Chat. I hope he manages to get his homework done on time.”

#adrienette #ladynoir #marichat #ladrien #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #fic

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osmw1 · 5 years

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Crowbar Nurse Chapter 5 — I’m Telling You, That App Isn’t Cursed

Kiryū had a smug look on his face but I just didn’t understand. What did he mean by “break out of the confines of the game”?

It felt a little weird, but well, it didn’t change our goals right now and so we continued backtracking through the level.

Along the way, we taken out a few swarms of zombies and picked up some healing items before finally reaching the place where I dropped my phone.

“Thank goodness, it’s still here!”

I was so glad to be reunited with my beloved Android as I went over to pick it up.”

“The door to the room you were in doesn’t seem to open anymore… I’m certain I had to open it to find you though.”

While I made sure my phone worked fine, Kiryū examined the door leading to what was supposed to be the linen room. … his side pockets, butt pockets, jacket pockets, breast pocket—every single one of his pockets were packed full of medicines and herbs. It definitely wasn’t a flattering look for him… but we had no choice as we didn’t have access to an item box.

And since my dress had no pockets whatsoever, everything we’ve picked up so far has been jammed into Kiryū’s pockets. An item box sure would be nice. I wonder if there’s a good alternative… Just as I was fantasizing about that, a great clank came from the door.

“—it’s no use. I can’t even pry the door open with the crowbar.”

Kiryū shook the strain off his arms as he gritted his teeth in frustration.

“Maybe the rooms disappear as soon as we leave them… how’s your phone?” “Oh, it’s fine. It works fine but now there’s an app on my phone that I’ve never seen before.” “A mysterious app?”

Kiryū looked over at me with a frown then I showed him my home screen. He squinted and muttered That one? as he pointed to it. It was obvious which one was the odd one out.

“… ‘Untitled’?” “It seems like that’s the name of the app.” “Even the icon is all wonky.” “What were the creators thinking when they chose to use that icon…” “Both the name and the icon look like bad news. Did you go on some shady site?” “I do not go on shady websites! How rude! I only go on proper sites!” “… bullshit. Everybody who visits shady sites say the same thing.”

He still has a frown on his face but so do I. I couldn’t help but feel very troubled by this app. I had no time to use my phone as of late nor the memory of the app ever existing.

“Still… that’s real weird….”

I looked down at the ground and then it came to me.

“—that’s right! I really didn’t go on any shady sites, but something shady happened!” “… whaddya mean?” “Just before I got transported to this world, the screen went dark as a stream of text was getting typed in all by itself. I think something was installing itself on my phone as well.” “… huh?” “And clear as day, I saw some password get entered! I bet that’s how this weird app bypassed the app store and installed itself on my phone. This is super sketch!” “Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!”

Kiryū shrieked out in confusion. … it’s probably unlikely on a technical level, huh?

“Eek… i-is it really that unlikely to happen?” “Yeah… that’s impossible. It sure doesn’t sound possible, but… well, our situation right now is defying reality as far as I know. I mean, I guess there are Android apps that can run shell scripts. If your phone had been jailbroken, then maybe—juuust maybe—that might be possible…”

… he seemed extremely perplexed by what happened to my phone. Did I really say something that farfetched?

“… oh, right. If it’s any help to you, I should mention that my screen lock was my date of birth.” “Huh?” “And if I need a longer password, I usually just simply combine my full name and date of birth. So maybe that’s why my password was so easily guessed.” “Wha— bu—!” “Aw, jeez, but it’s totally normal. It’s not like anything actually bad happened before. The worst that happens is, like, my friends unlocking my phone and gifting themselves stickers…” “… look, kid, you might not understand, but these devices can even manage your money, y’know?”

Kiryū continued explaining how painful it was to hear what I had said.

“You’ve gotta be more careful and protect yourself.” “Fine, okay. I’ll be more careful ne—augh!” “You don’t seem like taking me very seriously. Pro–tect–your–self!”

How did he realize I wasn’t actually listening to what he was saying? He sighed in exasperation has he gave me a noogie. Then, he glared at me.

“… change your PIN. Do it. Do it now. I can’t stand it.” “Aww, come on…”

He was being such a pain in the butt. But perhaps he could see on my face, Kiryū stared at me suspiciously.

“… what? Why are you against it?” “Oh no! It’s a zombie! It’s coming at us! Why, I ought to take care of it immediately!”

I slipped past Kiryū as I shouldered my assault rifle and blasted a zombie coming down the alley. He quickly grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and pulled me backwards.

“Hey, don’t go killing so many of them! It’s only changing your password! Why are you so against it?!” “Nuh-uh! It’s way too much work! You’re not paying me enough to go through that much trouble!” “Six digits! That’s all there is to it!” “No way I’m changing it! It’s six digits too many to remember again!” “Stop being such a brat! Just ta—just tap the settings icon! Shut up and do it!” “Nooo!”

I was resisting as hard as I could. Then before I knew it, Kiryū was on top of me, pinning me down. With one hand, he tried to get me to change the settings on my phone. With his other hand, he skillfully slugged and killed an incoming zombie. That’s amazing… how does he kill a zombie with a single punch? There’s definitely something odd about this guy.

“… argh!”

Unsurprisingly, it seemed like that hurt him too. Kiryū stood up and shook his head in vexation.

“… it looks like you’re not willing to play nice about this…” “That’s right! I’ll never change my password! And I know we said we should try to kill as little zombies as possible, but it’ll take forever for us to level up…”

I escaped Kiryū by the skin of my teeth and got up from the ground.

“There’s no point in staying here any longer. Let’s head towards our next target.” “You’re right. Oh, and by the way, Sera… You see that mob of zombies across the street? What are those two gigantic things?”

Kiryū made a face as he looked down the alleyway then I looked the same direction.

“I can tell they’re huge even from this distance.” “Huh… gah! That’s a minotaur and a tank. They showed up even when we don’t even have any good armor… that’s just awful luck.” “Minotaur? Tank? What is this? Are we in some kind of fantasy RPG?”

Being new to the DMC series, he was bewildered by these zombies.

“How rude. DMC is a proper zombie game. There’s just a few things here and there that aren’t entirely realistic…” “Yeah, no kidding…”

Kiryū suspiciously eyed the two special zombies. The minotaur is, well, a minotaur the size of a building. The other one is the tank with a tentacle snaking out from its barrel. I mean, yeah… it’s a bit of a stretch for a zombie game.

“If I remember correctly, the story behind the tank was that it’s created by a zombie-type monster hijacking an army tank along with its crewmen.”

I looked over at him as I sniped a few zombies.

“And then, the minotaur was originally a poor cow that escaped from a pharmaceutical company… or something like that. They’re both ‘pretty strong’. They rarely show up unless you grind too hard or power through the levels too much, kinda like a punishment monster? Ahh, I’m getting a little nostalgic.” “Is this really the right time to be getting all sentimental? We won’t be able to get to where we want to go unless we go through them… doesn’t seem like we have much of a choice.”

Kiryū heaved a sigh as he gripped the crowbar. I’m glad to have him on my side. He was kind enough to take on the zombies for me so that I don’t overlevel.

“Please, hold on. Let me take care of them. Normally, I would be spamming my grenade launcher at them, but… well, I don’t have one.”

I couldn’t help but feel very troubled. No matter how you put it, we have no choice but to go back to the starting area of the game. We haven’t gotten any strong weapons either. We have to kill them to get through and I’ll definitely be leveling up from them.

Ah, crap… I’ve never had to backtrack before like this. I’m really getting knocked off stride…

I really don’t want to, but I have no choice but to wager this bet. It’s dangerous, but I can’t think of any alternatives.

“… honestly, I’d be restarting the game here. But since there’s a bunch of zombies around the tank, let’s see if I can’t do anything…” “Sera, what were you mumbling on about earlier?” “Umm, Kiryū. It’ll get a little dicey, so try to get as far away as you can.” “What? Hold your horses. Is there nothing I can do?” “… there is a lot I could use your help with, but those guys are enemies we’re barely strong enough to kill right now. I know their patterns well though. That’s why I’ll have to use myself as decoy and get them to kill each other…”

Kiryū was even more worried after seeing how I wasn’t happy about it either.

“Using yourself as a decoy is too dangerous, isn’t it?” “But there’s no other way. If I manage to pull it off and smoke starts pouring out of the tank, then I’d like you to back me up. Until then, please stay behind.” “… ‘kay. If it seems like it’s too much, come back right away.” “Okay.”

With Kiryū staying back, I rushed to the other side of the alleyway and into the swarm of enemies.

■Sera’s phone

It is a rare sight nowadays. Though this Android smartphone may be old, it still functions. Instagram, Twitter, and social network games have been downloaded, but there seems to be a link to an old disused personal blog as well. Sera isn’t the tech-savviest person ever, and so her passwords are predictably simple.

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hillnerd-art · 6 years

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THIS IS NOTHING LIKE RIDING A BROOM!

Sketch request for Richard! :)

You want a sketch? I’m taking requests from patrons on patreon! :D

" Ron / Hermione bicycle. Hermione teaching Ron to ride a bike"

You know that phrase 'it's like riding a bike!'? Well, I picture 'it's like riding a broom!' to be the wizard equivalent.

So here's the headcannon that popped up for me:

Hermione announces she's pregnant with Rose and they are both incredibly excited. They are talking about all the things they'll teach them, tying shoelaces, reading, and then Hermione mentions teaching their future kid to ride a bike- that classic parent/child bonding session everyone goes through. They realize 'oh boy, that's a muggle thing, not a wizard thing.' Ron wants to make sure their kids grow up familiar with all the Muggle classics like that, because he hates thinking of his wife missing out on those moments, or them not including her culture in their lives. Then Ron's like 'ok, then! We'd better master this whole bike thing!'

He's seen people on bikes before. They look silly and wonky as hell, but he is going to be in on this whole bike thing so he and hermione can teach their future kids!

They go to the Granger's home and get out Hermione's old bike and helmet. People are always having to wear helmets on bikes, so Ron brings along all his quidditch pads as well.

'It's just like riding a broom," Hermione says.

The first time he gets on it, he doesn't really realize it won't just hover there upright- so he and the bike immediately overbalance and fall on their side.

Ok, he's got it now. It doesn't stay upright on its own. That's horribly scary and weird, but it's ok. He is prepared.

So he starts it going and it is legitimately the most frightening thing he's ever experienced that wasn't one of their adventures/battles.

'PUT YOUR FEET ON THE PEDALS!'

'AUGH! THIS IS NOTHING LIKE RIDING A BROOM!'

Ron tries again and again, and is eventually wobbly as hell, but good enough to be able to tell his future kids. 'Your mother will want you to do this scary thing. It's way harder than riding a broom and not fun- so just pretend it's fun for your mum.'

In the end Rose hates bikes. Hugo LOVES them.

So I'm a grown-ass adult who can't ride a bike to save her life.

I learned as a kid, but then moved to a neighborhood with literally no safe place to bike (quadruplex next to a highway feeder road.) Then I got older and I started have brain tumory symptoms, and it just made balancing on a bike near impossible! :P I am determined to ride one again, eventually!

#Ron Weasley #Ronald Weasley #Hermione Granger #Romione #bicycle #bike #sketch request

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haeroniel-doliet · 6 years

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i need more money to buy little art

honestly tho feeling like for that ideal goal existence i’ll try get to someday, i’ll needa be making proper money comfortable and good so i can spend all i like on society 6 and other to buy shirts and bags and just everything to a house all in different art prints (mostly florals) bc just those pictures are like everything i want but just so expensive. i’m trying to sum down like 10 to stickers, bc i wanna do up my laptop, but dedicating to a single decal (thats like 25 ON SALE) is too much esp since i love so much. so ive kinda decided to get a hard cover for the laptop just in case i break it, and just in case i do break my laptop that i can keep the stickers on the hard case and dont lose them to replaced parts. idk seems smart. ill probs buy a kinda shady cover off of ebay for 5 or 6 pound and then spend 20 on stickers for it :] since theyre on sale till 8 am today and its 3 am im probs just gonna settle and order them. might order cover tomorrow w my dad bc i need trust assurance. hes not all on board on the stickers so im just gonna go for it. theyre gonna be like my post cards. i buy so many every place. and no. not trashy postcards. i want art. i have so many postcards of paintings in galleries and so many from comic con art valleys (guess who wants to get so much more and 100% will) i love original art the most when its pretty to me and like everyone who sees it. simples okay but i prefer soft and detailed. excited now i can go to con and also be looking for stickers bc maybe ill get a few cool ones that wont cost me as much as the society 6 ones do. and then my laptop can replicate my walls, displaying all the art ive loved that ive been able to take with me (bc theres so much i obviously dont have on my walls) anyway im looking at these and making some small bc i suddenly realise this laptops got realestate. and the saddest thing w stickers (literally why i had one of those waxy paged sticker books as a child) is that i cant dedicate stickers to a single spot. its so much dedication. what if i buy a bigger sticker and it wont fit? what if i get the perfect sticker for that spot and it wont fit? (over lap i guess) how can i be sure i put them in the right spots to start with? augh i dont really wanna cover just half of it and obviously leave space bc that puts pressure on finding stickers and i might get ones i dont love. i cant get sick of any one bc itll be there (joy of having multiple mean theres less getting sick of anything). anyway i think im happy w the sizes of these 10 stickers and can work w them (also for now i think im just gonna be going around the edges and leaving the apple logo as it is, esp bc it glows and theres already this shitty old smiley face sticker from my old psych teacher and i kinda dont wanna get rid of it, i just wanna add things around it so it doesnt look so: clean (actually dirty) laptop that a child marked as their own)

anyway society 6 has random discounts all the time which is p rad and maybe the day im ready to invest in my own living space and dont feel obliged to check w my parents about just about any purchase, i’ll then subscribe to something thatll tell me what discount is on. that in mind, i think i’ll only get the 9 now, that hopefully wont cost too much, and leave a bunch in my wishlist, bc there’ll be another discount (this is 20% off everything) and maybe that’ll be like 50% off stickers and boy then when my collection is underway you bet ill go for it. and like maxx sticks on their sketch book, if i dedicate to a new book maybe ill get more for that and have a pretty thing to keep and reminisce over (tho knowing me, ill not use it much bc i have a need for pretty things to stay perfect and presentable, and i have a need for everything that i might show to others to be like near perfect otherwise its sucks and ill feel bad bc i dont wanna show it off to people. like my art book, sure i couldve made it all experimental and crap and then edited the real pages together on the computer. but no. i needed everypage to be presentable and pretty and handwritten and creative. and they must go page after page, its so awkward showing someone something and then going “oh wait now these few are empty sorry yeah heres the next page” so i baasically have a book with mhmmm 20-26 pages of beautiful spreads that im quite proud of inside beautiful covers ( i knew id want to be presenting it for years to come) and the back pages are just...empty. and theyll probably stay that way bc i no longer have projects to be doing to fill them with. maybe one day ill grow into myself and grow out the fear of ruining what ive achieved and fill some with new projects to please myself and be an indepenednt artist not just a teacher pleaser. you know its like that with my work too, like it has to have a direction and a plan that will be achieved, and its terribly frustrating when that vision doesnt happen. but i think thats the same with everyone.

anyway on a side note, dont you guys think its so fun and cool how ive not done my post labs that were due last friday? how every night ends up being 3-4 am until i go... mhmmmm yeah i guess nothing is happening. like i hope id bloom and do work at that 11pm-3am window and then i get here, suddenly having lost all track and sense of time and just sigh. its wasted, its basically tuesday already. have to keep telling myself dates bc it moves so weird. i planned on getting shit done two days ago. here we are regardless. and the most ill get done is get those stickers ordered bc that is i guess what ive been half focused on for mhmmm5 hrs. then ill save my 7 dollars or whatever, have stickers on the way, tomorrow order the case and thats one insignificant thing done. then the question will be have i looked at summer jobs? no of course not ive looked at ballet courses. shush. i havent showered for days bc theyve just slipped by too laying in bed, maybe tomorrow ill take a shower and pick up all the trash and tissues on the ground. maybe i will. i know i wont get real work done tonight, and already ill be sleepy till 1 pm and by then mom will be again on me abt sleeping to latesoo... yeah no point. and here i thought id make a quick totes relatable short post about how i need more money to buy stickers and maybe a brief my ideal life is to have enough money to spend on art being in every part of my life and all this being unique so people love coming to my house and go wow its so original and cool. and that turned into a word vent thats so far taken me over half an hour. hi my batterys dying.

lng story short, i’ll order the stickers currently in my basket after so much though, suck it up and do it and know that i have a bunch over in my wishlist for that next maybe even better sale when it happens. the only thing is im taking all the rest as transparent which for sure dulls them down (yeah white background looks sick but for some its just more classy w transparent, then theres this one bear i’m 100% naming wojtek thats in white bc i feel it’ll be best for him, and i guess having him in white will set that theres no clear rules to follow and worst case if it doesnt fit he can come chill on the keyboard side next to my mouse pad thing) honestly i cant tell if i should be getting them all in white and just hope that theyll look gorgeous no matter what. yikes 3 dollar shipping for stickers, ok itll actually be 19.62 pound and using euro card 22.50 in euros.... am i dumb? maybe. and tho im supposed to be saving money up so i have some, i also did get birthday money sorta recently soo... birthday gift from them. first set of stickers. deep breaths ok. my parents told me when i bugged them that i just have to make a decision and not ask them all the time, and he said to get 3 stickers i told him id pick 12 so i think getting 9 is reasonable. also oh shit realising that the delivery time is 1-3 weeks and im staying here only 1 and a half more so i should really order it to scotland even tho it might get ther ebefore i do bc my parents might not rly want to send them up to me. idk ok order to scotland, thank f at least one of my flat mates is staying and tbh i should really bring her some chocolate... shes done me faavours.

#another thought trail rant #this time on buying art in form of post cards and now stickers for the first time and being unsure about everything #when am i sure tho

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