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five-rivers · 1 year

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Blizzard

Danny checked his Ghost Time Zone Adjuster Watch (Patent Pending!) and frowned at the numbers on the dial. It was, in theory, synced to the time on Earth– or at least the time zone Amity Park was in, but he’d noticed it got a little less reliable the further he went from the portal.

He was hoping it was going fast tonight, because if it wasn’t, well, tonight had just become this morning. He might have been used to late night and early morning fights, but that didn’t mean he had to like them.

He’d wanted to get to the Far Frozen and back before he had to get up in the morning, but at this pace, that didn’t seem likely. The Far Frozen was living up to its name, it seemed.

But despite its inconvenient location, the Far Frozen was also the only place Danny knew of that was both willing and able to treat halfas. And wasn’t Vlad. Vlad didn’t count, for obvious reasons.

Danny passed a set of melting stairs whose banister was slowly mutating into hissing snakes and the icy islands loomed into view. He sighed in relief. Finally.

He zoomed towards the main island, skirting snow-laden clouds and pallid, sinuous frostworms. Briefly, he touched down at the edge of the island, internally debating waiting for the yetis to notice him or going closer. He bounced in place. If he stayed still too long, he might doze off. He’d been having some trouble with that, lately. And he was short on time.

Mind made up, he took off again, but flew more slowly. The yetis should be able to notice him long before he reached their settlement at this rate.

He saw the clouds of ice kicked up by the pair of skimmers before he saw the skimmers themselves and slowed. The skimmers slowed, too, and they met in the middle.

“Hi, guys!” called Danny. “Do you mind if I take a lift with you?”

“Yes, Great One!” shouted the pilot over the engine of the skimmer. “What brings you here today?”

Danny landed on the deck of the skimmer. “Medical stuff,” he said, shrugging. “You can call me Danny, by the way. What’s your name?”

“Iceplow, Great One! It is an honor to carry you! Why, this is the first time I’ve had a passenger who wasn’t from the Far Frozen.”

“Yeah?” asked Danny, stifling a yawn and sitting cross-legged on the deck.

Iceplow nodded, and launched into a story about how he’d learned to drive. Danny, sadly, couldn’t pay much attention, because it sounded hilarious. The skimmer bounced and jolted underneath him, but… compared to his dad… sleepy…

They skidded to a stop and Danny forced himself awake.

“Here we are!” announced Iceplow. “Safe and sound, as promised, Great One!”

Danny nodded and smiled. “Thanks for the ride.”

Upon hopping off the skmmer, he was swarmed. He was maybe a bit of a celebrity here. Way more than he was in Amity Park, which was weird because he’d never intentionally set out to save the Far Frozen. It had just sort of happened, incidentally.

Usually, he’d love the attention, but tonight, with how tired he was… He started to flag immediately. But the crowd scattered away, suddenly respectful.

“What brings you here, Great One?” asked Frostbite, rescuing him. “Unless I miss my mark very much, this is an unusual time for you to visit.”

Danny nodded, a less tired part of him making a note to figure out how Frostbite knew it was a weird time. “I wanted to ask you a few, um, medical questions, if that’s okay?”

Frostbite sobered immediately. “Are you ill?” he asked, clearly troubled. “Have you been injured?”

Danny shrugged. “I don’t know. I was kind of hoping you’d be able to tell me. I mean, I don’t know if this is something normal, or a ghost thing, or a halfa thing, or something else.”

“I see,” said Frostbite. “In that case, we should go to the infirmary and do a thorough assessment. If it is troubling you, after all, then at the very least it is a change to your normal status.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” There were places to sit down in there.

Frostbite lifted Danny to sit on his shoulders. Danny caught himself listing sideways, into Frostbite’s horns, which was really quite rude, twice.

The infirmary caves, carved deep into the ice and rock of the Far Frozen, were kept meticulously clean and brightly lit. It would be easy, down here, to forget that he wasn’t in a hospital back on Earth.

… At least in some places. In other places, the machines and equipment being used was definitely not intended for humans and the raw walls of the tunnels showed through.

Danny stared at the labeled diagram of a blob ghost on the far wall, his eyes too unfocused to make out the words on it. A sharp buzzing sound rang in his ears. The thought that he could steal a nap crossed his mind and was reluctantly discarded. Or, rather, it wasn’t so much discarded as… Well, it would be rude, wouldn’t it? To fall asleep like that?

Frostbite cleared his throat, a human habit he’d definitely picked up from Danny, jolting him out of his reverie. “Let’s start with the symptoms you are experiencing.”

“I’ve been tired all the time. But when I try to sleep, I just can’t. I’ve tried getting myself to wake up more, and I’ve tried coffee, and I’ve tried wearing myself out so I’ll sleep, but… Nothing seems to work.”

“Well, there are a few different things that could be. Let’s start with some simple tests…”

Frostbite started with things any doctor would do. He weighed and measured Danny, listened to his heart, took his blood pressure, tested his reflexes. He also repeated most of Danny’s tests in both forms, took ‘aural photographs,’ and checked the energy levels of his ectoplasm. Then came blood tests, x-rays, an MRI, an ‘ectoplasmic resonance scan,’ an ectosignature typing, and other, weirder tests.

“Hm,” said Frostbite, looking down at the test results. “Interesting.”

“Interesting bad, or interesting good?”

“Nothing bad, no. I believe I may be able to do something to help,” said Frostbite, finally, “but may I ask a favor of you in the meantime?”

“Sure,” said Danny.

“You see, I may have to consult with some of our experts, but they’re largely occupied with the children today.”

“Children?”

“You haven’t met them before, have you?” asked Frostbite. “You have spent most of your time in the warrior’s camp.”

“The–?” Any other time, Danny would be asking questions, but he knew that if he did now, the explanations would go in one ear and out the other. He shook his head. “You want me to watch them.”

Frostbite shrugged.

Well, it couldn’t be any worse than trying to babysit Youngblood. And it would make him feel better to actually do something useful, instead of just waiting for Frostbite to find something to fix him.

Frostbite led Danny down another series of tunnels, then outside and up over a series of hills. Danny started flagging right away, but Frostbite slowed to accommodate him.

They crested one more hill, and then Danny saw it. A wonderful, fantasy play structure that would fill any child under ten with avarice. A finely detailed medieval castle, with slides, swings, climbing walls, and anything else you could think of, down to what looked like an accurate trebuchet and functional portcullis, all made of glass-clear ice. Within the play structure were five small yetis.

Danny gasped and clutched at Frostbite’s arm. “Oh my gosh,” he said, “they’re precious.”

They were small. Well, smaller than the adult yetis. Even at this distance, Danny was pretty sure the smallest one was at least as tall as he was and probably had at least fifty pounds on him with how fluffy they were.

“How old are they?” he asked

“Hm, let’s see,” said Frostbite. “Icepack is the oldest… Snowflake is the youngest… so that would be… They’re between fifty and two hundred and fifty years old.”

“They’re what?”

“Between fifty and two hundred and fifty years old.”

“Frostbite,” said Danny, “they’re older than me. How could I watch them?”

Frostbite chuckled. “I did not actually say that, if you remember.” He gently pushed Danny forward. “All I said was that I needed to speak with the experts here. We do not have to go anywhere else to do that.” Once more, he urged Danny forward. “Please, Great One, go play.”

“I don’t…” He looked back at the ice castle. The children had definitely noticed him, and they were coming out. Their eyes were sparkling.

He couldn’t disappoint kids.

As Frostbite went to go join the other adult yetis, who were sitting on a bench a short distance away, he approached, trying not to look nervous. “Hi!” he said. “I’m Danny.”

“I’m Snowflake!” said the tiniest yeti in an adorably squeaky voice. “I’m a girl!”

“Everyone knows you’re a girl!”

“He doesn’t!”

“Yep,” said Danny, giving a shaky thumbs up, “I don’t know anything about any of you, so…”

“He’s Cryosphere. His parents had to give him a really fancy name to make up for–”

The tallest of the yeti children put their hand on Snowflake’s head. “I’m Snowpack,” they said. “These two are Featherice and Candleice.”

Snowflake beat Snowpack’s hand away. “Are you a boy or a girl?”

“Uh,” said Danny, who had been prepared for a different kind of interrogation altogether.

“‘Cause if you’re a boy, then we’re even, because Snowpack and Cryosphere are boys, and Featherice and Candleice are girls.”

“I guess I’m a boy, then,” said Danny.

He got the distinct impression he was being sized up. “Then you can be one of the princesses with me! We can have a girl princess and a boy princess, then, and it’ll be fair.”

“You can’t have a boy princess,” said Cryosphere. “He has to be a prince.”

“Princes are the ones who rescue princesses,” said Snowflake. “Princes get armor, and princesses get crowns. That’s how it works.”

“I know a princess,” said Danny, hoping to at least derail the brewing argument. “She rescued herself, and she ha-aa-aaaawhn.” Danny was unable to keep himself from yawning.

“You,” declared Snowflake, gravely and with great importance, “are sleepy.” She tapped his nose with one claw. This froze the air inside his nostrils and he sneezed.

“Ahhhh,” said Featherice, “your sneeze is so cute!”

“Sleepy!” declared Snowflake again.

“No,” he said, defensively. At least for human children, being sleepy would be seen as uncool. He wanted to be cool.

The little yetis stared at him judgmentally.

“I think it’s naptime, anyway,” said Icepack. “So, why don’t we do a blizzard, then take a nap?”

Snowflake gaped at him, betrayed. “I don’t need to take a nap.”

“It’s not very fair to tell someone else they need a nap, then not take one yourself, is it?” asked Icepack. “We can all take one together, okay?”

“Um,” said Danny, “a blizzard?”

“It’s a type of group work,” said Candleice, quietly. “You let your ice go together and shape it together. In a blizzard, the snow comes and tucks you in, then you take a nap.”

“O-oh,” said Danny, “I don’t know if I should do that, my ice powers, um…” He glanced over at Frostbite, who gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up. The children were looking at him expectantly. Danny caved. “Okay, we can try it out.” He could always just… not put any power into what they were doing.

He was, upon agreement, promptly dragged into the castle’s courtyard.

“So,” said Icepack, “first, we get in a circle, and we all hold hands.”

The yetis lined up in order of height and Danny, the shortest, carefully took the clawed hands of Snowflake and Icepack.

"Now, we start walking in a circle…" Danny mimicked the yetis around him. "And we wave our arms up and down. Then we take cold in through our left arm, and out with our right. Pass it around."

Danny had never done anything like this before, but the momentum the yetis were building made it easy to let the cold wash through him, sending ice feathering up his arms and around his shoulders. The feeling plucked at his core, and, finally, he gave in to the feeling, adding a thread of his power.

"There we go. Good job, everyone."

A few meters above the circle, a storm swirled, building and building.

"Alright, now change directions."

Danny stumbled a step, but fell back into the loose rhythm easily. Snow began to fall from the clouds above, faster and faster, until even the constant movement of the circle didn’t stop them from having to wade through snow. Snow gathered heavily on Danny’s shoulders, in his hair, his eyelashes. The shifting white in front of him could have been Snowflake’s back, but it could just as easily be the snow. He could hardly see his own hands, and definitely couldn’t see his feet.

“And break!”

Everyone let go and threw themselves into the high bank of snow that had gathered outside of their circle. More ice energy burst out as the circle broke, the power they were channeling and building escaping into the air and making it just that much colder, the snowflakes just that much larger. There was some muffled giggling as the children flopped around and knocked snow onto one another. Danny was promptly buried.

“Naptime now!” called out Icepack. The other children quieted.

Danny sighed and flexed his hands, which were still bleeding cold energy. He wanted to get up, but it’d be better if he was a good role model, right?

Although… This was pretty comfortable. Nice and cold, the right temperature for his core, the snow underneath conforming to his body, the ever-increasing weight of the snow above, the dark and quiet, also increasing.

Frostbite and the other adults were watching, too. Maybe, just for a moment…

The blizzard cleared. Not too long later, the five little yetis burrowed out from under the snow.

“You were very mature, today, children,” said Frostbite, passing out little flavored ice treats. “Thank you for your help.”

“He’s so little!” said Snowflake. “He’s even smaller than me. Did he really fight Pariah Dark?”

“He did,” said Frostbite, “that’s why it’s so easy, sometimes, to forget that he is a child, just like all of you.”

“Not that any of you should go off fighting strange adults any time soon!” said Driftice, their main caretaker for the day, swooping in. “Humans age differently, and he had been a human for most of his existence.”

“Aha, yes, that is true.”

“Chief Frostbite,” said Snowflake, tugging on the end of his cape to get his attention back. “I have a question.”

“Go ahead, little one.”

“Doesn’t he know ghosts don’t take naps? He’s got to know that, if he beat up Pariah Dark.”

“Well, he was human.”

Snowflake frowned. “How do humans become ghosts?” she asked.

Driftice glared at him from over Snowflake’s head.

“Oh, dear, look at the time. You’re all late for your hunting lesson.”

“No, we’re not,” said Snowflake, even as the group was hurried along by Driftice and the other caretakers of the day.

Frostbite sighed and made an ice chair for himself. He waited, amusing himself by making small sculptures, not something he got much practice at, with his duties as chief.

Several hours later, the snow shifted and a rather disoriented-looking Phantom dug his way out of the snow. “Huh?” he said, looking around. “What?”

“You fell asleep,” explained Frostbite, putting aside his latest sculpture.

Phantom’s eyes widened. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Perhaps not, but I meant for you to.”

“What?” asked Phantom, bewildered.

“To put it simply,” said Frostbite, “you were too stressed to sleep, Great One, and somewhat overheated for an ice core as well. I’m sorry for the deception with the children, but I wasn’t sure you would agree to rest, otherwise, and that’s the only cure for these things.”

“I,” said Phantom, frowning. “But–”

“Do you feel better?” prodded Frostbite.

“... Maybe,” said Phantom, quietly, guiltily.

Frostbite smiled gently. He handed Phantom one of the ice sculptures. It was a simple thing, a series of spheres within spheres.

“Everyone needs rest, Phantom. There’s no shame in taking it.”

“But what if…” Danny rubbed his thumb over the sculpture. “What if something happens? How long was I asleep?” He flailed a bit more and freed a hand from the snow. He glared at the small watch around his wrist.

“Then something happens, and you deal with it well-rested.”

Phantom, in a way that was far too adorable considering that he had no fur and hardly any fangs, pouted. “Frostbite, I was asleep for over eight hours. I’m going to totally miss school.”

“And do you feel better?” prompted Frostbite again.

“... Yes. But I really have to go, now, or else my parents will totally blow up at me.”

Frostbite was glad he knew that was a colloquialism. “You can always tell them you were kidnapped by a ghost. It’s even true.”

“You’re terrible,” said Phantom. “But… Thanks. I might take you up on that."

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay 2023 #dannymay 2023 day 3: blizzard #fluff #danny takes a nap

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purplehairedwonder · 2 months

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Writing Patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I was tagged by @katia-anyway. Thanks, babe! Here we go:

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"To Prove Worthy"

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"The Night Is Darkening Round Me"

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"Our Hearts, Made Whole in Each Other"

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So, it looks like I either start a fic with dialogue or a compound-complex sentence 😂

Tagging @rimetin @hyperbolicreverie @chromatic-lamina @ninhaoma-ya and anyone else who wants to play!

#Caitlin writes #Trafalgar Law #Roronoa Zoro #ZoLaw #Monkey D. Luffy #Lawlu #Donquixote Rosinante #James St. Claire #Dark Heir #X Drake #Sengoku #One Piece #One Piece fic #Dark Rise fic

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supernovafeather · 1 year

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No Future?

FO!Poe x Rebel!Reader

Content : enemy to less enemy, quick mention of sexual content (not explicit), only one bed trope and it's cold trope (?), angst.

Summary: Reader and Poe got stranded on an unknown planet and have been forced to cohabitate for several months and wait for a rescue team to help them out.

The cold attempting in vain to bite your skin refused to weaken and your own stubborness started to falter. After over a month spent at hiding in a lone First Order tent in the middle of a perpetual blizzard on this remote planet, you realized how much the microcosm constituting your present life had changed.

“I've known opinionated rebels but you still deserve to be considered as their queen. Congratulations.”

Poe himself wasn't the same anymore and despite his dark uniform that got affected by the frozen bitterness from the outside world a while ago, he could have passed for a tired – and tiresome – Resistance fighter that stranded with his co-pilot. But no, he remained the First Order guy that crashed down just as pathetically as you did. And whether he liked it or not, he didn't have the qualifications to keep on taunting you.

“At least I'm not the one on the verge of losing my hands with some stupid plan.” You spat at him as you watched the man digging on the hard and cold ground in a tent corner.

Over a month in his company in such a tight space could have driven you crazy much sooner. The only thing that managed to keep you sane enough to protect your survival instinct was the surprisingly good entente between the both of you. The dozen of blankets of different sizes you managed to bring back from hasted expeditions conducted in the nearby ghost town also helped a lot, even when it meant you had to cuddle with a sworn enemy every night.

“Here you go, another stupid plan of mine,” he grunted, “tell me when I get clever for a change.”

“I'm only human, I have to talk. I can't keep silent forever.”

“And then you complain whenever I say anything and yet you say something as blank and obvious as the mere fact that you are human.”

Discussions formed a seemingly eternal circle in such an uninteresting environment. The morning would start smoothly in a sleepy and warm atmosphere as you had all the time in the world to wake up properly. Then you would eat some animal hunted the day before and protected by a layer of snow right by the tent entrance as you complimented each other's cooking skills. Then you would complain about each other's cooking skills and how awful those kind of moles would taste like anyway. Then arguments would last for several hours as you tried to figure out a plan.

At last you would fall asleep both on your side of the island of blanket filling a good part of the tent before gathering at the same spot to share some warmth. That, every day without an exception for over a month.

At some point you started to pray a god you didn't even believed in to get a loophole even if that meant your new companion's death. After all he was a First Order pilot that killed countless of your pilots.

“Just shut up for five minutes, or even for the rest of the day,” you replied sourly.

“Then move your ass from there and come help me!”

“There is nothing to reach down there!”

This predicament was certainly starting to affect his sanity as well. For a few days he has had that weird obsession of using an old broken shovel to dig a hole big enough to create some tunnel. He never really explained anything but it seemed to be a matter of expending the living space in this recluded shelter.

“Do you have any idea of the amount of energy you are spending to get that done,” you asked with a sigh, “we are running out of meat and they're getting rarer outside, and you barely progressed.”

“Bad faith.”

Swallowing back the venimous insults that threatened to leave your mouth, you lied back into the blanket as you watched him digging desperately. After two weeks he barely managed to take off enough dirt for the ground to come up to his knee level. Poe's hygiene declined quickly between the sweat and dirt and lack of access to a shower, and fortunately you were starting to get accustomed to that part of him – not that you believed yourself to be in a better condition yourself and maybe he deserved some merit for his tolerance.

Instead of arguing any further, you did shut your mouth but his grunts and muffled swearings were getting seriously on your nerves. Sir Dameron woke up in a bad mood and got obsessed and frustrated even more than usual about his tasks.

“Going outside.”

The metal sound stopped as he watched you put some thick clothes above your own rebel pilot outfit. Two pairs of gloves, three pairs of sockets, a damaged woolen hat and some protective old school pilot glasses on and you were outside, crawling to the area preserved from the blizzard thanks to your two partially disassembled that took the shape of a wall surrounding the southern side exposed to the hostile elements. The noises it created worried you to no end during the first week, but despite the windy scream and the metal parts creaking and trembling you now felt relieved. Finally. Poe shut up.

It created some narrow court behind the grey tent. Cold, sterile if not for the tiny grass growing here and there under the thich layer of snow, but comforting. You gathered some to put it down all over the thent edges so the breeze couldn't infiltrate the gaps. Here you were getting too hot with your clothes but you had no will to go back inside.

You didn't hate Poe. It was quite the opposite actually but living the same thing without anything new to say didn't permit you to enjoy his personality at its full potential. Such a warm soul was surprising for a famous First Order soldier and it hurt. He would be the kind of guy drinking some strong alcohol with his friends while making fun of your brothers and sisters killed in combat befire falling asleep like a drunk baby with a stupid smile on his handsome face, maybe with a gorgeous woman by his side that found him amazing for being himself.

You couldn't believe it. Poe followed you and was now crawling against the ground to get out of the tent in his pants and shirt, his dark hair still wet with perspiration.

“Kriff,” you exclaimed with your arms crossed, “go dig your hole if that's so important to you but stop harassing me!”

“Please help I'm freezing.”

You did as asked because he remained polite, your teeth clenched as you got him back onto his feet. The poor bastard seemed to have been boiling inside and some steam spiraled up from his skin as he grimaced at the temperature difference, his hair covered in melting snow.

“Don't tell me I need to tell you to go back inside to cover yourself,” you growled.

“I saw you were consolidating that stuff so I wanted to help.”

“I don't need help to add snow. I just have to bend over and pick it up. Go back inside you're going to freeze.”

“No. I like quiet places,” he argued.

“Enjoy it then.”

You gave up and walked past the few chaotic layers of metal surrounding the tent and finally you reached your favorite place on this planet. The blizzard died down just enough so the violent twirling winds couldn't blind you completely, and the nigtmarish landscape beneath your eyes deployed its full beauty for you only. Around 9 miles high, the gigantic blueish and whitish cliffs dominated the desolated scenery where nothing could survive apart some resilient and almost unknown viruses you wished to never get infected by. Poe and you got lucky to crash so high and in a concentred spot, at around 8 miles high. Down there you would have died in less than ten minutes. You could distinguish some grass patches under the thick fog. You had no idea of where you were exactly. Gigantic frozen cliffs surrounded that place and the eerie atmosphere now started to freak you out. Maybe Poe wasn't such a bad company. You mourned your rescue a few days ago. No one could get onto that planet safely, and no one could get off of it, especially with no ship.

“Booh.”

The pair of arms snaking around your waist made your heart drop almost at the bottom of the cliff but at least got you rid off your anxiety rising at the view before your eyes. Poe put his own polar clothes on and held tight at you as he talked next to your ear.

“Come back inside, the radar warned of a...”

The sudden silence knocked the air out of your lungs and you followed Poe without complaining. Usually whenever a blizzard died down it was the sign of a bigger one coming, so intense that nature itself had to breathe in shortly to concentrate all its strength on this cursed planet. Breaks only lasted for a couple of minutes.

After a quick run you got to crawl next to each other to get some moles burried deep down, then gather snow to seal the tent entrance completely.

“Here you go, now that's better.” Poe sighed in relief as he lied down on the blankets with his clothes soaked with melting snow. “Now we only have to wait for it to end. Nothing like warm blankets and dubious squishy meat here.”

“It's going to be hard for a few days, there's not much.”

“Not that kind of squishy meat but no problem if you want some.”

It was part of your life now, to laugh at that silly joke while knowing that yes, you were going to have all the time in the world to warm up with him again. You were condemned on that cliff and didn't know how long that would last.

No one told you how long or short forever could be, especially without any hope for a brighter future.

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theredconversegirl · 1 year

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Hello Are there any trapped sasusaku aus like stuck in an island or something?

Hello nonny,

Thanks for stopping by! 💕

I enjoy all kinds of forced proximity scenarios in fics, they bring a little thrill and the tension... 👌 My favorites, in this case, are snowstorms and desert islands.

I checked my faves and TBR lists, and here's what I have to share:

Trapped Fics 🍅🌸

*In which they are stuck or trapped somewhere alone.

Theory of Time By: Pensulliwen

In the confrontation between Team 7 and Hebi, Sakura's determination to retrieve Sasuke leads to the two being trapped in a cave, both nearly out of chakra, with nothing to pass the time until their rescue/suffocation but conversation. [Rated T, complete]

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

Two night stand By: Hiatus indefinite

"One night stand is usually not my thing.." She spoke slowly as her eyes met his and he studied her flushed face for a while before a handsome smirk appeared on his face. "Then don't stand. Just lie down..." Two strangers stuck together in a blizzard bond in a most unusual way. [Rated M, complete]

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

200 Days of Summer By: cutecrazyice

It was so ironic how the one person she never wanted to see again more than anyone in the world would end up being the only person she was stuck with for…oh, let's say 365 days. [Rated M, complete]

🍅🌸🍅🌸🍅🌸

Stuck By: misericordia98 | ao3 link

He wasn't sure if his day could get any worse than this, but apparently, it could. Elevator SS/Modern AU. [Rated T, complete]

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Us And These Walls By: pain_somnia

Sasuke Uchiha just made it so difficult to get to know him as anything other than Obito’s ridiculously hot cousin. And then the quarantine order was issued. [Rated M, complete]

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Seven Minutes By: sokku

What are they to do when they get locked in a closet? Sasuke seems to understand the answer to that solution. [Rated E, complete]

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Snowstorm By: RoseHenderson

The last she knew, Sasuke had tried to kill her. Now, for some reason Sakura didn't fully understand, she was trapped with him in a cave in the middle of a snowstorm. [Rated M, complete]

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Pink Dust By: ValkyrieFaery

Team Kakashi was dispatched to investigate a mysterious disturbance of chakra. How Sakura had managed to get into this mess, she did not know. Through a series of unfortunate events, the Kunoichi had somehow gotten herself stuck. In a cave. With none other than the infamous Uchiha Sasuke. With no way out... [Rated E, incomplete]

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Through the Mountains By: CatFlorist

A rockslide traps Sasuke and Sakura in a maze of tunnels that runs through a mountain range. Legends say the tunnels were built by two lovers to meet in secret, that love finds its way in the dark. When their torch runs out, Sakura has an idea on how to make it out. [Rated K, complete]

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Growing Felines By: xKaileo / @xkaileo

Sakura is a manager at an animal shelter. Sasuke is a volunteer who visits often when he feels the need for companionship. When Sakura's stuck at the shelter in a blizzard and Shisui can't make it in to help her look after the animals, he asks Sasuke to check on her... knowing full well his younger cousin has been crushing on the pink-haired shelter manager for weeks now. [Rated T, complete]

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7 minutes in heaven By: Saku015

The (dis)advantages of college parties. [Rated M, complete]

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Weathering the Storm By: wolf08

Mid-mission, Sasuke and Sakura are trapped in a torrential downpour. But they choose the wrong spot to hide and instead Sasuke finds himself facing a storm within. [Rated K, complete]

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LockDown By: NeyugnNosila

Sasuke and Sakura get stuck in Konoha's Academy School that's on LockDown! What will happen while the two are in there? [Rated T, complete]

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If I missed anything or anyone has more recs, please let me know. 🙏 I hope you enjoy these stories! 😁

Stay Safe,

xoxo

#theredconversegirl answers things #SasuSaku #Trapped #Stuck #forced proximity #ss fics #ss fic rec list #theredconversegirl recommends

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acamaryseinteery · 5 days

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Requests are open!

Rules:

You send me a number in asks and I choose if I:

- Draw them (doodle, comic strip)

- Write about them (Hc, short, funny scene)

- Make a quote with them

Explanations about code names:

BrynRet - is a ship with @skysiren41 's OC Brynja, one armed lass with Albinism (my art of her in an adorable mushroom overall). She is a healer like her mother but skilled hunter and a great fighter. She has a prosthetic arm that can summon: sword, crossbow and a dagger.

Topaz: Is Brynja's Goldscale dragon. He's a lazy but temperament feisty fella who loves honey and bugs and was separated from his mother as a hatchling.

Avalanche: A halfbreed of Shockjaw and a Stormcutter. He has a big appetite for fish but loves his rider and would never betray him. Unless you have a tuna.

Blizzard: Eret's very first dragon. A blue Singetail he rescued from one of his traps on his journey to try to fix his mistakes before becoming a dragon rider.

Eret's cousins: He may not have a sibling, but he has 5 cousins who are just as annoying. Especially if you're the youngest.

Eret's parents:

Dangerous roomies: What it's like for Hiccup to live with his three friends, who each are a pain in the ass of their own. Characters: Hiccup, Eret, Dagur, Viggo.

Hiccup's big brothers: Hiccup's faithful and loyal bodyguards have to deal how to live with each other on one island, without Hiccup who can tear them apart when things get messy.

Mysterious slot: Random choice from my fandom OCs.

Fandoms: ToA, Httyd, Rotg, Mdtbh(My dad the bounty hunter)

@ziggityzigg @chaotic-trav @skysiren41 @sunrisemcash @one-httyd-a-day @vibing-with-trashy-trolls @rootinteen @fanaticdragonrider @phoenix-rock-26

#requests #httyd #toa #glitch techs

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jewwyfeesh · 6 months

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The Detective's Banquet 4

Writer: Mitsuki

Character(s): Shino Hajime, Mashiro Tomoya, Hidaka Hokuto, Sakuma Ritsu, Isara Mao, Harukawa Sora, Tomoe Hiyori, HiMERU

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Tomoya: ……I’m sorry, but I need to do this.

Location: Inside the Helicopter

Hiyori: So, how did this even happen!? Finding a ticking time bomb under the seats… What foul weather!

Mao: Ahaha… I’d originally thought that being in a heli in-game isn’t something to be scared of;I really wasn’t expecting to experience something even more terrifying in the end… Parachute jumping[1]…

Ritsu: Sigh… I’m here only because Maa~kun said he wanted to ride the helicopter, so Maa~kun, you need to take responsibility~

Hiyori: Everyone ready? Later, when you’re in the air, don’t panic and remember to protect yourselves!

Three, two, one, jump—!

Location: Seishou Hall Common Room

Hajime: Even though everyone successfully parachuted to safety, the helicopter exploding and disintegrating right above our heads was a little scary…

Hiyori: Not to mention, why were we banned from returning to the island to continue investigations after parachuting? I definitely remember even calling for the rescue team to bring us back!

Sora: HuHu~ Sora helped produce SSVRS part of this project, so Sora will answer!

This project is a little bit like a trial level, that’s why the Blizzard Mountain Villa map was made relatively simple. If you leave the boundary of the island, a high-difficulty level will be triggered.

Because the island is rather isolated, the investigation would’ve been long over by the time the rescue team brought everyone back~

Hajime: So… Is there really no way to leave once you step foot on this island?

Sora: You can leave once you’ve cleared the high-difficulty level! In order to keep the game balanced, Sora made sure to design skill sets well! In this batch of detectives, there should be someone who’s able to defuse bombs, no?

Mao: Ahaha, I think the ‘Bionic Detective’ should know how; what a pity Hokuto wasn’t in the helicopter with us then.

Sora: Getting someone with bomb defusal abilities to call and give instructions is also an option; if you’d like something more realistic, you could also try your hand at defusing the bomb yourself with the toolbox in the plane. Interesting, right ♪

Hiyori: Fiiiiiine. After all, a trial stage made with so much love… I guess there’s really nothing that can be done about it. But I’m not exactly happy about it!

I spent so much time learning how to pilot the helicopter in-game, only for it to end so abruptly! My screen time was too short, too!

Hokuto: In any case, Tomoe-senpai did leave a lasting impression on everyone. I can benefit greatly from your usage of over-the-top actions to portray a character’s defined set of skills.

In the end, you did snag a rather important role in the official project – as expected of Tomoe-senpai.

Hiyori: Oh? Hokuto-kun, when did you become so adept in praising others? But what you say is completely right – truly, as expected of me ♪

Oh right, I just thought of this… Isn’t there an Easter Egg lying around — an additional puzzle meant for the Detectives to solve? In the end, I didn’t get the chance to have a go at all… When the game’s released, I’ll definitely try again~

Sora: Sora remembers that that particular riddle was solved by the ‘High School Student Detective’ in the end—

Location: Luxurious Hotel Room

[Returning to the time when someone knocked on Tomoya’s door]

Tomoya: W-who…? Who’s there!

???: It seems like you didn’t close your door fully, ‘High School Student Detective’.

HiMERU: No, let HiMERU address you by your name, Mashiro Tomoya. You, who have committed a crime… you’ve already forsaken your identity as a detective, haven’t you?

Tomoya: Erm… May I ask you what you’re doing…? Why did you suddenly barge into my room, calling me a murderer…?

HiMERU: As matters stand, there’s no use acting stupid anymore. This is your disguise, no? Cleverly hiding amongst the masses whilst donning the identity of the most ‘ordinary’ person.

Tomoya: Ah, could it be that you’re knocking on everyone’s door and telling this to them, in the hopes that you’d be able to bluff the real murderer into revealing themselves?

If that’s what you’re trying to do, you should’ve already gotten your answer. The person you’re looking for isn’t me, so please just leave me to my own devices?

HiMERU: There’s no use beating around the bush nor playing word games with me. You’re very smart, and the tranquiliser gun in your hands is the best evidence of that fact – the item you received for unravelling that riddle.

If you don’t intend on admitting, then I suppose I’m left with no choice. Let’s call everyone over, and HiMERU will confront you—

Ack… You?!

Tomoya: W-w-wait, wait a minute, h-how did that happen!? I had no intention of firing the gun! Was it because I was so nervous that my muscles unconsciously tightened, and the trigger was pulled?

Thank goodness it’s just a tranquilizer… I’ll just explain it to him when he wakes up, it should be fine…

It was really scary… That senior detective approached me in such an imposing manner… I thought I was gonna die…

Is there something wrong with this place…? Feels like everyone, me included, has become more volatile… And it really feels like we’re constantly on the brink of confrontation.

If the truth is unable to be uncovered, and we’re unable to leave this island, then… more cases would occur.

(Aah, not to mention, Hokuto-senpai’s here. He needs to act as an Android, and is unable to protect himself in front of others. So it’s only right that I protect him!)

Location: Prop Room

[In the Resort’s storage room]

Hokuto: For the ‘High School Student Detective’ to specially request to meet me here, is something the matter?

Tomoya: ……I’m sorry, but I need to do this.

‘Bionic Detective’, you’ve taught me many things. So now, it’s my turn to protect you.

Hokuto: I apologise, I don’t understand. Could you please clarify what you meant?

Tomoya: Then, let me address you by ‘Hokuto-senpai’ one last time. Goodbye, Hokuto-senpai… Please don’t hate me… Though, you probably won’t even know what that means.

Hokuto: Mm~ So you’re taking your leave first? See you tomorrow, then.

…………

Hold on a moment, why did you lock the door and walk away?! I need to leave too!

Tomoya: This place is rather out-of-the-way, so no matter how loud you shout, no one will come and save you. Rather, think of it this way – it’s very safe, you can rest assured.

Hokuto: (Kidnapping someone, and proceeding to say it’s for the other party’s protection… Why do I feel a particular sense of déjà vu…? Where have I heard this before…?)

(Nevermind. Hibiki-senpai must’ve taught Tomoya some weird things again.)

(All in all, I can’t stay locked up in here. Tomoya must’ve encountered something for him to act this way. If he encountered some real trouble, as his senior, I can’t just sit on the sidelines uncaringly…!)

(Calm down. Now, I need to figure out a way to break out of this room… but I also need to do it in a way that doesn’t go against what Androids can do. Hm…)

First of all, the main entrance should’ve already been locked from the outside. I am not a combat-type Android, so I lack the weapons capable of breaking the door down.

However, there are many materials in this storage room that can be used to make a living, as well as various tools lying around. Referencing the things around me, I should be able to create some usable props.

The window is rather high up, and can be accessed by climbing up some boxes and the like. Not to mention, this Android body is strong enough to sustain falls from a height, but it is unclear which part of the resort is the window facing. A scout of the environment is necessary.

(Tomoya most likely didn’t do a thorough search of the surrounding areas either — the difficulty of this escape isn’t particularly high. Of course, there’s always the staff to help me exit the game if absolutely necessary.)

(Still… I’m unable to calm down and think it through. Even though the plans I’ve come up with are rather simple, it’s still best to try them out…)

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#enstars translation #the xth detective #Shino Hajime #Mashiro Tomoya #Hidaka Hokuto #Sakuma Ritsu #Isara Mao #Harukawa Sora #Tomoe Hiyori #HiMERU

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rizlowwritessortof · 2 years

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Cowboy Rescue - Part 2

Cory makes an impulsive decision to drive from Tulsa, Oklahoma, to Montana, accepting an invitation from an old boyfriend, hoping to put closure to their failed long-distance relationship. When circumstances leave her lost in the Montana countryside in the blizzard of the century, local rancher Dean Winchester comes to her rescue. He is far too tempting to resist, but is she getting herself into just another hopeless long-distance situation?

Pairing: Rancher Dean Winchester x OC Cory Tate

Word Count: 2668

Warnings: None. Fluff, a little angst, and eventual smut.

Dividers by the ever-lovely @firefly-graphics - thank you, Daisy!

Cory could still hear the wind raging outside when she woke the next morning. It was so cozy in her cocoon of blankets that she didn’t want to move, but her stomach growled impatiently, so she reluctantly threw back the covers.

Her jeans and sweatshirt from the day before were neatly folded and sitting beside her door when she walked out. Dean had apparently washed them for her, and she smiled at his thoughtfulness. She dressed, glad to have clothes that didn’t try to fall off with every step she took, and headed for the kitchen.

There was a note on the kitchen island, and she picked it up, smiling again. ‘Help yourself to whatever you want. The coffee is in the cupboard above the coffeemaker. I have to check on the cattle, so I’ll see you when I get back. Make yourself at home.’

There were bagels in the old-fashioned bread box on the counter, and she toasted one while the coffee brewed, then carried both into the living room. The fireplace was still going, so she fed it a couple of logs to stoke the fire and wandered over to look out the window. It was a little better than the day before, but she could barely make out the barn across the yard from the house and the wind still howled, snow whirling wildly about and adding to the already huge drifts. She went back to the sofa and curled her legs up beneath her, eating her breakfast and enjoying the fire.

It was afternoon when Cory went to the window, wondering how Dean was faring. Silly to worry about a grown man who had lived here his whole life, but… As that thought crossed her mind, Whiskey came into view. She watched as Dean dismounted, then reached up to lift something from the horse’s back. She squinted to see through the swirling snow, gasping softly as she realized he was carrying a calf. He disappeared into the barn, and she hurried to pull on her boots and bundle up quickly in the rest of her outdoor clothes, rushing out the door.

Going down the stairs was treacherous - Dean had cleaned them off earlier, but the wind had begun drifting them full again. Cory made her way through the snow to the barn, struggling with the heavy door in the wind, and pushing her way inside. Dean was just laying the poor creature down in an empty stall, and he turned, surprised to see her. “Dean, how can I help?”

“Well, she needs to get rubbed down, warmed up. I need to mix up some milk replacer, try and get her to eat. Mama didn’t make it. I’m not sure she will either, but we’ll do what we can.”

Cory went to the closet and grabbed an armful of towels, then headed into the stall. Dean had just broken a bale of fresh straw, and bent to lift the poor animal into his arms again, laying it on the soft bed. Cory was on her knees before he could say a word, grabbing a towel and beginning to dry the shivering calf, speaking softly as she worked. She crawled up onto the straw next to the baby, working as quickly and gently as she could, rubbing the poor thing’s fur to dry it and warm it up.

Dean watched her work for a moment, a slightly bewildered smile curving his lips. She was right down there on the floor, getting wet and dirty, completely absorbed in taking care of the helpless creature, and he had to admit he was impressed. “I’ll be right back, need to get her some milk. And take care of Whiskey.”

She nodded with a quick smile, then turned her attention back to the calf. By the time he came back with the calf bottle in hand, she had the animal half on her lap, covered in dry towels, still rubbing to get it warm. “It’s okay, little one, you’re gonna be just fine.” She looked up as he entered the stall, eyes widening at the size of the bottle. “So, how do we get her to drink?”

Dean went to one knee beside the calf, setting the bottle down. “I’ll have to try and keep her upright, and we might have to teach her to suck. Get a couple of fingers in her mouth, and instinct will kick in. Then we can hopefully get her to do the same with the bottle. You don’t mind a little calf slobber?”

Cory laughed. “Well, I guess we’ll see. We have to help her, so whatever we’ve gotta do.”

Dean grinned. “Okay. Ready?” She nodded, and he lifted the calf, holding it steady as she petted and spoke softly to it.

“Okay, girl. You gotta eat now. Let’s give it a try.” She lifted the bottle to the calf’s mouth, but she just jerked away, shaking her head as Dean tried to hold her still.

“Not gonna work. Try to get your fingers in her mouth.”

Cory nodded. “Okay, here goes.” She kept talking, her voice soothing, petting her with one hand and working a couple of fingers into her mouth with the other. The calf bucked a little, but then started to suck, and Cory let out a little cheer. “Good girl! Good girl. See, it’s not so hard. Let’s try this again.” She picked up the bottle again, and Dean reached forward to squeeze gently at the hinge of the animal’s jaw, forcing it to open enough that Cory could work the bottle into its mouth. After fighting for a few seconds, she finally began to suck and Cory let out a relieved sigh. “Such a good girl. You’ll feel better after you eat, little one.”

“Nice work,” Dean praised her, and Cory blushed a little as she smiled, holding the bottle up for the hungry little creature. She downed it in just a few minutes, and they got her settled in her straw bed, covering her with a couple of horse blankets Dean had grabbed from the closet. “Okay, that’s all we can do for now. We’ll see how she’s doing later.”

Dean went ahead of her, cleaning the steps off once again, and they entered the warmth of the house gratefully. “Glad you stoked the fire, feels nice in here,” he commented.

Cory looked down at her clothes with a sigh and laughed softly. “Well, I guess it’s back into your giant clothes again. I’m a mess.”

“Sorry about that. But thanks for the help, it was a lot easier with two of us.” He hung his coat on the hook and turned towards her. “Go ahead and change, I’ll grab us some coffee.”

They sat in companionable silence that evening, Cory absorbed in her reading and Dean working on the ranch books, a pencil between his teeth as his fingers flew over the calculator. He was so focused on his work that, when he looked at the clock, he was surprised that a couple of hours had passed. He stifled a yawn, glancing over Cory’s way and laughing softly. She was slumped sideways on the couch, her face half-buried in the pillow, her reading glasses askew on her face and the book still clutched in her hand.

He closed up the ledgers he’d been working on, putting it all on the large coffee table, and rose to his feet, stretching. He walked over and went down on one knee in front of Cory, taking her book and placing the bookmark inside before laying it on the table beside her. “You are so damn cute,” he whispered, smiling, reaching both hands to gently remove her glasses and place them on top of her book. She let out a little sigh and wriggled down into the couch, and Dean pulled the blanket from the back of the couch to cover her. He stared down at her for a moment, resisting the urge to touch her face. She was proving to be quite a surprise, a pleasant one, and he had to admit he was becoming very attracted to her. Not that it could go anywhere - in a few days, she’d be back in Oklahoma, and he’d be back to being alone.

He rose to his feet, heading to his room to get ready for bed and crawling between the sheets with a weary sigh. In spite of himself he drifted off to sleep imagining the taste and feel of Cory’s soft lips against his.

The smell of coffee made Cory’s nose twitch, and she opened her eyes slowly, a little disoriented. “Morning, sunshine,” Dean teased, setting a steaming mug of coffee on the table beside her as she sat up, peering up at him with a shy smile.

“I fell asleep here?” she asked, her voice still a little raspy from sleep. “I’m sorry.” She pushed the blanket aside and picked up her cup, cradling the welcome warmth in her hands. “Thank you – for the coffee, and for the blanket. Was I snoring and drooling all over your pillows?”

Dean laughed softly. “No. But your glasses were all smashed into your face, so I took them off for you.”

Color rose in her cheeks, and she took a sip of her coffee, her eyes closed in appreciation. “Thanks. Not embarrassing at all.”

“Kind of adorable, actually.” Dean moved to the kitchen doorway, turning to speak to her again. “Another cow dropped a calf yesterday, so I bedded them down in the shelter. But the snow’s really light today, so I’m gonna lead them back with me, see if mama will adopt our orphan calf. Then I’ll go dig your car out enough to get your bags. Sorry I couldn’t get it done yesterday. I’m sure you’d like to have your own things.”

Cory showered and dressed in her once-again-laundered clothes, then busied herself in the kitchen for a time. Once she had a chicken and vegetables simmering in a stock pot, she searched for cleaning supplies, dusting the beautiful hardwood floors and then tackling the furniture. By the time Dean made his way inside with her bags in tow, the house was clean and a delicious aroma filled the air.

He dropped the bags beside the door and pulled off his boots and coat, inhaling the mouth-watering smells with his eyes closed in bliss, then letting his feet carry him to the source.

Cory was singing softly to herself as she cleaned off the island, and he cruised right by her, heading for the stove and reaching for the lid to the stock pot. “No!!” He snatched his hand back as if he’d been scalded, his eyes wide, and Cory giggled. “Sorry, but if you take off the lid, you’ll ruin the dumplings.”

Dean shrugged with a sheepish little smile, stuffing his hand into his pocket. “Sorry, my nose carried me away. Smells amazing in here, what...”

“Chicken and dumplings. My grandma’s recipe. And if you take the lid off before they’re done, the dumplings won’t be fluffy.”

He held his hands up, stepping back from the stove. “Hey, never let it be said that I un-fluffed your dumplings.”

Cory laughed. “In about 20 minutes, you can dig in and let me know if it was worth the wait.”

“Good. Just enough time for a shower. Don’t start without me!”

Dean let out a well-satisfied sigh as he finished his meal, and Cory breathed in silent relief. She was not sure how much longer she could have listened to his unabashedly lustful moans at almost every bite he put in his mouth. She was having a hard enough time trying to ignore his ridiculously attractive appearance without the soundtrack putting more thoughts into her head. After all, she’d be gone in a few days, and the chances of their meeting again were very slim. She pushed that thought from her brain, not liking the feeling that came in its wake.

They cleaned up the dinner dishes together, moving around each other in the kitchen as if they had done it together many times. “So, now – back to the books?” she asked, laughing as he made a wry face.

“Not tonight. I need a break. Something’s messed up and I don’t have the brain cells to tackle it tonight.”

“Want me to have a look?” Dean looked at her in surprise, and she shrugged. “Not trying to be snoopy, just – it’s what I do. Every day.”

“Bookkeeping?”

“I do the books for several of our larger clients.”

“Wow – well, maybe… maybe a new set of eyes wouldn’t hurt. If you wouldn’t mind...”

“Of course I wouldn’t. Besides, look at all you’ve done for me.” He looked into her eyes, finding nothing but an honest desire to help, and nodded.

“Okay. But you’re not spending all night on them like I did last night, just look things over and see if something jumps out at you. Deal?”

“Deal.”

They sat at the dining room table together a little later, and Dean wondered why he hadn’t asked for her help sooner. The only trouble was that it was way too tempting. He’d almost kissed her earlier when she had looked up to show him something, barely restrained the urge and turned his eyes to the page where she was pointing. There was a definite attraction between them, and it was getting more difficult all the time to keep his distance.

In spite of his distraction, they managed to get the books back in order in less than an hour, and he thanked her with enthusiastic gratitude and a cold beer. He set a couple of bowls on the table and sat back down at the table, putting his own beer down along with a deck of cards and a large bag of candy.

“What’s up with this?” she gestured at the items, and he smiled.

“Blackjack. You know how to play?”

“Blackjack?” she laughed. “Yes, I know how to play. But...”

Dean tore open the bag of M&Ms and dumped a generous amount into each bowl. “High stakes in this house. And you can eat ‘em if you want, but don’t blame me if you run out.”

“So we’re playing for M&Ms? My kind of stakes. Deal ‘em out!”

It was almost midnight before they realized it, several beers and a lot of laughter later. Cory helped clean up, turning to Dean as he tossed the deck of cards into a drawer. “Thanks for that, it was really fun. It was nice to do something besides read by the fire.”

Dean smiled through his yawn, nodding. “Yeah. Used to do that with my dad sometimes.” He leaned a hip against the counter and looked at her, his mind made up. Yeah, she was leaving in a few days, but – fuck it. “So glad to have those books straightened out. It was driving me crazy. And I was wondering, you know, if I could take you out tomorrow night, as a thank you.”

Cory’s eyes widened a little. “Take me out?”

Dean nodded, watching her face a little nervously as he spoke. “Yeah. I mean, I know I can’t really take you out, but – I know this place, it’s got a great atmosphere, and the cook’s a little weird but he grills up a mean steak. It’s within walking distance and everything. And then I thought maybe a movie?”

A smile was teasing at Cory’s lips as she listened. “Walking distance, huh? So, is this place like, four star?”

“Well, not really, but there is a dress code. Got anything fancy in that suitcase?” His eyes were sparkling with humor, but she played along.

“Oh, hell, yeah. I was coming to Montana for a party, remember? I think I’ve got something.”

Dean grinned. “Great – so I’ll pick you up at your room, 7 o’clock?”

She looked at him, her eyes smiling back. “7 o’clock.”

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#cowboy rescue #part 2 #dean fic #dean au #rancher!dean #dean x oc #dean x cory #no smut in this part #coming (😂) next part

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the soundtracks of the two PMD games go hard. perhaps controversially, I think Rescue Team's music is better (and by proxy, Blizzard Island Rescue Team Medley is the best song in Explorers)

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Chapter 23 - Part 3 (Wrap Up)

No real plot here, just some miscellaneous images I couldn't squeeze into Part 2. Oh, and here's Part 1.

If you'll humor me for a few more minutes, I want to show off a couple of oddities, such as the move sets of some of our newer recruits! For example...

We found Da Real Sneasel, and for some reason she only knows Blizzard.

BULBASAUR IS SECRETLY A FIRE WIELDER, APPARENTLY

Electrike has... no... moves... at all. I'm going to have to take him to a dungeon sometime. (Although he probably just uses his regular attack or Struggle.)

No quirks here, I just think this move set is really neat.

Another thing worth a brief mention:

See this? This is someone I recently recruited at the cafe through the drinks. "Joined at Evil Fairyring" has shown up on some of my Pokémon before, and it always threw me for a loop because I had never seen that place before. So I went to double-check to confirm my suspicions and...

YEAH. WHY IS THE NAME DIFFERENT??? I DON'T UNDERSTAND!

Last but certainly not least: I finally had a personal triumph! After losing this fantastic item in that wretched dungeon oh so long ago...

THE GLITTER ROBE IS BACK!!!! AT LAST!!! 😭💗

On that happy note, I will bid you farewell, but only for now. I'm debating whether to split Surrounded Sea and Manaphy into separate chapters because otherwise... Oh boy. It may be a bit. Regardless, thank you for reading, and take care!

#pmd explorers #pokemon mystery dungeon #randomizer #post game #blizzard island rescue #chapter 23

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doraemon-facts · 1 year

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Nobita aging himself up to “save” Shizuka, who gets separated from her companions on a mountaineering trip 14 years in the future, famously didn’t go as he planned... But has Nobita ever saved Shizuka for real?

Source: 雪山のロマンス, 1978 (manga)

Nobita takes Shizuka skiing in the “Box Garden Ski Resort” (はこ庭スキー場). To keep Shizuka from finding out that they’re in a scale model and not a “real” ski resort, Doraemon starts a blizzard, but this knocks her out cold and Nobita has to carry her to safety.

Source: はこ庭スキー場, 1974 (manga)

When the steel troops invade, Nobita shows up just in time to take out a robot that had been about to attack Shizuka.

Source: Nobita and the Steel Troops, 1986 (manga, Doraemon Long Stories)

Nobita strands the two of them on a deserted island with the “Robinson Crusoe Set” (ロビンソンクルーソーセット). In truth, Shizuka is never in any real danger, as the “Robinson Crusoe Set” creates a castaway experience for entertainment purposes. Still, Nobita has no trouble using the gadgets in the set to provide them with clothing, food, and shelter. Shizuka is even impressed by how reliable he seems in a crisis.

Now, it could be argued that Shizuka would not have been in any of these circumstances without Nobita... But at least he’s good at cleaning up his messes?

Source: ロビンソンクルーソーセット, 1983 (manga)

Actually, Nobita has saved Shizuka from some situations he didn’t create. When Gian threatened her, Nobita scared him away with his teeth, which he’d strengthened with the “Good Toothbrush” (すてきな歯ブラシ). He even bites Gian’s baseball bat to bits!

Source: 歯みがきで強くなろう, 1970 (manga)

Another time Nobita found Shizuka and her mother tied up in their own home by a robber, and he used the “Opposite Flute” (コベアベ) to make the robber hand himself in to the police.

Source: コベアベ, 1972 (manga)

Nobita tamed an escaped lion that was chasing Shizuka by using the “Cat-ifying Pet Food” (ネコみたいになるえさ).

Source: ネコみたいになるえさ, 1973 (manga)

When Nobita paused time with the “Time Stopwatch” (タンマウォッチ), he froze Shizuka while she was falling down the stairs and brought a pillow to break her fall.

Source: 時間よ動け～っ！！ (manga)

And when Shizuka was being harassed by a hooligan, Nobita used a missile to drive him away.

Source: 設計紙で秘密基地を！, 1980 (manga)

The anime adds more examples of Nobita saving Shizuka. Here he pulls her out of the way of an oncoming car.

Source: わびさびゴザ, 1993 (episode from 1979 anime)

How about the other way around: has Shizuka ever saved Nobita? Yup! When Nobita dives into the water to “rescue” Shizuka, forgetting that he himself cannot swim, she is the one who pulls him to the surface.

Source: 水たまりのピラクル, 1985 (manga)

(This story was first printed in 1982, but Shizuka’s part was changed significantly between the original magazine run and volume release. That should be a topic for another post, however!)

#doraemon #nobita nobi #shizuka minamoto #manga #anime #movies #1979 series #ドラえもん #野比のび太 #源静香

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kingbyx · 6 months

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The Snowfury

Im writing a bsd Httyd au, because I have an inescapable obsession with both series.

To summarize without many spoilers (incase I ever do finish any fic in the series instead of just planning to write them), ADA are dragon riders, they love dragons, dragons love them, basically the main riders from Httyd in RTTE. Their island is just covered in rescued dragons. PM are dragon hunters who, under Moris guidance, have learned to ‘tame’ dragons through fear and abuse. Chuuya is not in the PM, he’s off being awesome and thinking everybody he loved is dead you know how it is. Atsushi (since Chuuya is not the main charcter even if I love him in this au) is a guy, who, through a series of unfortunate events, ends up with the ADA. His dragon, his bestest friend (Named Byakko, after his ability), is a lightfury (and Akutagawa had a Nightfury names Rashomon of course)

The problem with this is that I have a bit of a problem with the Lightfury. Her concept was cool, and some fanart of her is so nice! But her canon animation was just, eh, and overall I feel like her design could have been better. Some parts just don’t make sense, and really I think they could have done the ´sleek, feminine Fury species that is similar but very different than the nightfury’ idea without having her look,,,, squished. And oddly fem for a DRAGON. I always thought she felt out of place in the world of HTTYD.

So, in my efforts to slightly change her design so I could have a lightfury in my au without using the full canon design, I got carried away and now here we are, I made an entire species, for some reason.

Allow me to explain.

Lore/General Info

The ‘Lightfury’, actually known as the ‘SnowFury’ by the groups that live around them. Though even they don’t see them much. ´Lightfury’ is a term used by cultures who do not naturally have these dragons, as they mistook them for ´daytime NightFurys’ instead of arctic dragons. The dragon eye lists them as SnowFurys, but as artwork of them was limited due to their stealth, few have made the connection between the ‘two species’.

Snowfury’s share a common ancestor with the Nightfury, but evolved in an entirely different environment. While NightFurys are known to prefer forested habitats, preferable near lakes, beaches, rivers, etc, Snowfurys are found only in the snowy wastelands far to the north and far to the south. Though they are now nearly extinct in the south, that is where they were originally named aswell, and no humans are known to inhabit the north.

Just like NightFurys, they are few and far between. In the south, hunted to near extinction (perhaps they truly are gone?) and no one knows if they live in the north. Perhaps they fled there, perhaps they all died in the journey across the ocean, perhaps they have existed there forever and we will never know. Perhaps we are wrong entirely, and they have simply become even better at hiding? Some have heard they can turn invisible, not just blend in, but truly invisible

This will be explained further in the design details, but Snowfurys are larger and bulkier than NightFurys, and though still one of the fastest dragons, they fall just slightly short of the Nightfury. They have a layer of not-quite-blubber, it keeps them warmer but isn’t quite as squishy or heavy, as they still need to be sleek to fly at such high speeds. They can swim in freezing water and walk through blizzards barely noticing the cold.

Their shiny white scales make them nearly impossible to make out within the snow and ice, during a blizzard they are even more deadly. They are known to dig burrows in snow, both as nests/dens and for hunting/stealth purposes.

Changes I made and why/ cool design element of the species

No blue/pink undertones, their stark white but slightly sparkly coulouring is an amazing camoflauge, they are deadly in the snow. Though I couldn’t portray it well (can you tell ive never edited something before and am not at all an artist?), similar to the NightFurys faint stripes, they have a faint rosette pattern, almost like a snow leopard.

Not sure how visible it is, but head is less squished. Proper muzzle for fishing! And carrying babies! All those good things!

Their tail fins do not split at the end, they are known to use it almost like a shovel at times

Their claws are longer thicker and sharper than a NightFurys, they use them to grip onto ice and climb mountains with minimal effort.

Their eyes range from various blues, light teals and pale purples, nothing too vibrant though, they have very pale eyes (while nightfurys have more vibrant eyes, in bright greens and yellows and organes, even red perhaps)

Again, they are bulkier and stronger. Sacrificing a tiny bit of speed for higher strength. Still the second fastest dragon though, just slightly behind NughtFury. This extra bulk not only keeps them warmer but allows them to power through blizzards and scale icy mountains without blinking, they can swim in freezing water without getting cold and walk through deep snow. I made the Snowfurys legs a bit propertionally thicker, aswell as their neck.

Still less ear nubs, but i added a third set. They are shorter but wider than Nightfurys, it’s cold!

Back fin is rufflier and there is a smaller one on head, I mostly just liked the look. The fins on legs and back/head/tail help with aerodynamics, and swimming. They are surprisingly durable, as they need to hold up against freezing temperatures and crazy wind.

More scale definition, though not as muh as a NightFury. They have thick protective scales, but retain a smoother look, not only are they better swimmers than NightFurys but it makes them even harder to spot against the smooth shiny snow.

I made the other two tail fins larger to match the main one

Other little bits

Female Snowfurys are larger than males, and male Snowfurys are about the same as Female Nightfurys if a bit larger and male night fury’s are smaller than female nightfury’s

They have all the same ability’s as Lightfurys, retractable teeth, plasma blast, invisibility, you get it.

You could just say the Lightfruys don’t exist in this au, and Snowfurys are an unique species, but they are still called Lightfurys in most places (Americas, Yokohama seas, United Kingdom’s, etc. Only the southern frozen islands (where Fyodor and Nikolai are from in this au btw) call them Snowfurys, but they found them first so it’s the ‘true name’. It is also what’s in the dragon eye.

Do canon Lightfurys exist? Maybe, how am I supposed to know?

They swim very well as I think I mentioned, better than Nightfurys but not quite like a true tidal class dragon. They eat a lot of fish like Nightfurys, though they will eat basically anything, this would have one day perhaps included humans, but any living ones are sure to avoid humans now

They’re basically cold proof, on land and in water. They can do it but aren’t usually fans of extreme heat, since they have a natural layer of fat (not quite blubber but close) meant to keep them warm. They get hot quick and retain that heat well, they have never been seen in a warm place, though who knows if they go there or not. You rarely see them anyways,

They basically have the same reputation as Nightfurys, but since they don’t live most places even more mysterious. Nobody really knows anything about either species, even the Dragon Eye has rather vague drawings, though it’s still more info than anywhere else. It’s believed that more detailed records exists, but either nobody has found those lenses or the information wasn’t put on a lense

I’ll probably make a more detailed ref sheet with wings (same as canon LF,smoother than Nightfurys and a bit shorter and broader) and eye colours and stuff someday

Pack orientated species, just like Nightfurys. Though adults almost always hunt alone for stealthyness, they always live in groups, it’s important. They are social!

No I will not tell you what is in the north, that is a SECRET! Yes it is awesome and plot relevant and angsty but fluffy at the same time and I will make my readers cry when I write it!

I Hope this was at least somewhat coherent, I’m tired but brain won’t sleep until it gets to share its thoughts.

Will i ever actually write this? Yes probably but like, I’m currently on my avian au, Ranpo bad things happen bingo (I’m on prompt 15/25 now, whoo!) and that unfinished SKK au I’m writing (it’s like, 10k and I’m not even at the main plot what am I doing?? It’s based on a one of my favorite movies ever and includes wolves and feral woods child Chuuya btw). Someday, I will write Httyd au, eventually.

Any ideas for rider dragons are lovely,,,, you know incase you want to. I have most but there’s a few that I’m just, aaaaaah

Goodnight

#bsd #light fury #lightfury redesign #httyd #httyd au #httyd fusion #Atsushi had a lightfury #and Aku has a nightfury #it’s perfect #they’re so great #I love them so much #this au is so cool to me and you guys have no idea why since I haven’t actually written it just planned it

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believemetheodore · 1 year

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Northern Attitude pt. 1

Ted Lasso x Rebecca Welton

Divorce is hard. it doesn't matter if you're the one who got left, or you're the one doing the leaving. When an unexpected blizzard puts a dangerous twist in Ted's hiking adventures he's rescued by an axe-wielding, lumber-chopping, blonde angel. Oh, and there's only one bed. Warnings: divorce mentions, mentions of Ted's dad, snow storms, let me know if you want me to add anything.

thank you, thank you, thank you to @scuttle-buttle for accidentally inspiring this fic, and to @thisismysecondrodeo for encouraging this madness! @exit-goat thank you, as always, for listening to me ramble

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Divorce is hard. it doesn't matter if you're the one who got left, or you're the one doing the leaving.

Michelle went on a beach vacation with some friends after the paperwork was finalized.

A trip she'd planned before the ink of his signature had a chance to dry. Not that he blames her. He's seen first-hand the stress the last few years of their marriage had caused. The good lord knows he's gained his fair share of grey hairs too. His temples sprinkled, salt and pepper where a year ago he'd have been lucky to find ten grey strands total. But Michelle has always been better at knowing what she needs and looking after herself. Ted has admired that quality about her since they met, but he can’t help but feel a little bit lost knowing that right now leaving him is what she needs.

Ted hadn't been offended by Michelle's vacation. It gave him an extra week of the summer break with their son. He'd spent it wisely; taking the time to visit his Ma, knowing how desperate she's always been to spend time with her only grandchild. Ted and Henry spent their days fishing, and helping to fix the front porch, welcomed each night with a home-cooked meal and enough pie to last a lifetime.

Ted hadn't thought he needed to take a vacation. Henry started school, and Ted returned to work. But, with winter right around the corner, the l impending weight of spending Christmas alone, and six months of introspection under his belt Ted wonders if he too should've found himself a nice beach somewhere.

Ted's pal Beard is the first to recognise the downturn in his daily disposition. As a great friend and potentially a former spy not much escapes Beard's notice.

“You're like a Wigwam and a Teepee, Ted”.

“Too tense?”

“Bingo. Your shoulders haven't lost contact with your ears in days. Your stress has stress. Cut yourself some slack, my friend”.

Ted sighed, “not sure how to go about it, Beardo”.

“Take a break. Go on a vacation. Michelle did it,” Beard shrugged, as if it was obvious, “I know you think that weighing yourself down with all of this stress is some kind of penance. But, you're not on time out. There's no guilty party here”.

Beard raised some good points, and Ted swallowed them down with a bottle of beer, rolling the pros and cons of all his own considerations around on his tongue. He's never been very good at looking out for himself and he's sorry Beard has to do it for him.

The trouble, Ted realized in talking to his friend, later on, was never whether he could take a vacation, but rather, where would he go?

There's a lot of the world he'd like to see, but a week or less doesn't seem like nearly enough to do any of his sight-seeing bucket list justice.

Resorts are nice, a chance to enjoy a tropical island breeze and warm sandy beaches. But, he's always burned easily, and with all the thoughts rattling around his head, lounging isn't an option. He’s learned that he needs to keep moving to help release some of his restless energy. While he doesn't pretend to understand the science of it, his mind does seem more compassionate, and each conclusion and assumption feels easier to process when his feet are moving as fast as his brain.

so, now here he is, hiking through the woods in the middle of winter.

After much consideration, Ted signed himself up for a 5-day, 4-night hiking retreat.

Day one was spent with a group of fellow adventurers, and a park guide going over survival tips, and trail options; how and where to find help; what to do when encountering a pack of coyotes. Night one is spent in tents provided by the park, falling asleep beneath the stars with a belly full of baked beans and hotdogs cooked over an open fire.

In the light of day, Ted admires a half-frozen waterfall where one stream becomes another. He takes the time to listen to the birds still chirping in the trees despite the chilly weather, and he stops to munch on a protein bar, and rehydrate while he watches a chipmunk running around looking for snacks. He wishes he was allowed to feed the little guy, but he was told multiple times during the orientation day that sharing snacks with the wildlife is very much against the park rules.

Unlike the first night, Ted will be alone for the rest of his trip. But, fortunately, he doesn't need to set up his own campsite. For the next couple of nights, he’ll stop at the various cabins available to himself and the other hikers in the group. All of the little cottages are set up at convenient checkpoints along the trails. The bare bones of a structure. No hotel by any means. But, it's better than sleeping on the ground.

As night falls, Ted watches the sunset. The pinks and oranges cast a brilliant glaze across the dusting of snow on the ground. The stars are just as brilliant a sight, shining brighter, and brighter over the blanket of a darkening sky.

He lets himself into the nearest vacant cabin with the key code he was given for the week. It's simple but cozy. A cot and fireplace in one corner, a small kitchenette and table for two in the other, and most importantly, a bathroom complete with indoor plumbing and a shower.

Ted appreciates the quiet. The muffled sound of owls and nighttime critters outside is a nice distraction from his worries and anxieties. Laying in his sleeping bag, on the cot, he stares up at the ceiling, tracing the beams and the knots in the wood with his eyes. After his active day, his body is heavy, but sleep evades him.

With his eyes shut he watches memories of the last camping trip he took with his father play like a melancholy highlight reel. He only remembers the good parts of those days. His father's laughter, and singing songs by the campfire.

Ted had been 14 when the two of them drove halfway across the country pitching their tents in 3 different national parks along the way. It had been one of the few times his dad had been able to get time off of work and they took full advantage of it.

At the time Ted hadn't bothered to take inventory of all the memories they were making together. It was just another spring break.

At the time, Ted only saw it as a week away from his friends. Days he wouldn't be able to spend at the mall or arcade. He'd been irritated by the lost opportunities to flirt with the cutest girl at school, who happened to work at the ice cream shop around the corner from his house.

Now, he can see the buried sadness seeping from his father. He can understand how desperately his dad wanted to spend time with him.

Ted regrets viewing his father as a hindrance to his plans because now he'd do a whole heck of a lot to talk to the man again, to be able to apologize for all the moments he took for granted. But, hindsight is 20/20 and he tries not to hold too much against his younger self.

He decided years ago when his son Henry was born that he'd do a better job at communicating. He promised himself he'd remind his little boy how much their time together meant to him so that Henry would never have to guess at his motivations. Now, more than ever, Ted hopes Henry knows how much he loves him, even when he's not around every day.

Directing his attention to happier thoughts, and lighter feelings, Ted's chest swells with pride when he thinks about the last time he and Henry saw each other.

His insomnia left him reeling, as it continues to do most nights, and Henry had found him sitting alone at the kitchen table.

“You've gotta count sheep, Dad!” Henry told him, “that's what mom tells me to do”.

“Your mama's a smart cookie, but I don't know if I can count enough sheep to fall asleep, buddy”.

“Sure you can!” Henry insisted dragging him by the hand back to his bedroom, “I'll help you”.

Henry made it to 12 sheep before drifting off with his face smushed against Ted's shoulder. Ted counted 167 more sheep before finding sleep.

Ted counts sheep now too. Only 72.

The world is silent when he wakes up. The whole forest has been trapped beneath a heavy fall of snow, glittering white, and untouched. A marshmallow world, Ted grins to himself as he boils water at the fireplace to make a flask of coffee. The small, square breakfast table is big enough for him to spread his park map and trail guide. He traces his path for the day with his finger committing convenient resting points to memory while he enjoys his hot oatmeal for breakfast.

It's the first time since Ted and Michelle separated that he's felt truly relaxed while he goes about his morning. He focuses on himself, taking the time to trim his mustache and brush his teeth. He makes sure to layer up more than he usually does, expecting the day to be extra chilly.

He's got about 5 hours of walking ahead of him today. Half of his planned trek is uphill, the other half is downhill on the other side. Ideally, he'll take his time, stopping to take more photos than he did yesterday.

The sun is still rising slowly, just touching the tops of the trees, when he heads out with his camera hanging around his neck, and his coffee still piping hot in the thermal mug.

A deep breath of cold winter air fills his lungs, and it tickles his nose, but it smells like moving on-- moving forward.

He's almost at the top of the hill when the snow starts to fall. It begins slow, light fluffy flakes landing in his eyes lashes. But it grows heavier-- icier. It's cutting and borders on painful as it hits his cheeks, the wind howling around him.

Stopping for lunch isn't on his list of priorities anymore, instead, he focuses on getting sheltered in the nearest cabin. By the time he's descending, the weather is worse. It's snow like he's never seen before, and his visibility is poor.

Wet socks are a bad feeling, and Ted starts to regret his choice to take a hiking trip in the winter. His knees ache with the task of shuffling through the deepening snow. But disaster strikes when he makes contact with a patch of ice. With his footing lost, he tumbles. Falling not only to the ground but off the side of the trail. Somersaulting, rolling down the forest incline like a mustachioed snowball.

The world is all white, and he struggles to see even the outline of the trees or the grey sky overhead between his rotations. His shoulder hits what he can only assume is a rock, and he's sent flying. Ted hits the ground with a tremendous thud, and the polar white world turns black.

#ted lasso #ted lasso x rebecca welton #tedbecca #ted x rebecca #ted lasso fanfic

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farlynthordens · 2 years

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SKB Volume 5 Summary

this is a summary of important points, including spoilers and new characters.

the plot of 5 is a direct continuation from 4, so you must read that first to understand what’s going on.

*Note that names of new charas and places haven’t been officially translated yet, so the way I write them may not end up being canon.

Milo and bisco are running around kaso, saving people and taking them to rescue helicopters. citizens are being evacuated as a towering, tsunami-like landmass approaches, swallowing anything in its path.

Bisco’s been turned into a child in the time between vol 4 and 5. his arrows also decreased in power because he’s physically smaller and weaker.

They stop the landmass's movement by making a wall of mushrooms. milo thinks this is a weapon the benibishi are using against humans - totsugeki-jima (lit. “head-on assault island”) - an island that can move and crash into other landmasses. it’s apparently been used many times throughout japan’s war history.

They use bisco’s goggles to inspect the island from a distance. it’s covered in snow, and they see sisi appear from within a blizzard. she now wears her father’s robe.

Milo and bisco climb the island’s cliffs. bisco nearly falls to his death, but is saved by a drone... being remote controlled by tirol, who is in imihama. she had been asked by pawoo to scout out kaso using her drone. she’s been watching things since around the point they defeated satahabaki.

Pawoo and tirol show the guys some satellite photos. this moving island is alive - it breathes, gives off body heat, has a pulse, everything. it’s swallowing up kyushu, and some prefectures are already gone. this island, once known as hokkaido, is actually a giant living creature that the benibishi can control.

Just as pawoo says that tirol will use the drone for remote air support as they go on their journey to stop sisi, a giant rock smashes the drone and they lose contact.

Bisco and milo reach the top of the island. sisi and her entourage approach them. when bisco tries to start a fight, satahabaki moves to protect sisi. his sakura are completely gone, replaced with camellias. he’s now a zombie under sisi’s control.

Satahabaki punches the ground, and the resulting cracks split open into ravines. bisco tries running after the benibishi group, but falls into one of the ravines as he doesn’t have enough power to jump across like he normally would. milo jumps in to save him.

Flashback to shortly after the end of vol 4: bisco and sisi are fighting to the death in rokudou prison. sisi appears to get the upper hand, cornering bisco and using her “lion camellia” ability on him. this is the ability we saw before, that causes others to fall under a spell and become bloodthirsty.

Sisi explains that the lion camellia ability causes people’s mental state to regress, turning them into slaves who will fight for her. bisco doesn’t move for a while, but when he reappears... he’s a child. sisi’s ability couldn’t overtake him mentally (because of his insane willpower), so it instead caused him to regress physically.

Sisi is unbothered by this, saying she still won since bisco is now too weak to do anything. she loses interest in fighting him and leaves.

Unrelated, but she also named her vine sword ability: shishi-kouken, “lion’s crimson blade”.

Back to the present: bisco wakes up milo, who passed out when they hit the ground. they’re in pitch blackness at the bottom of the ravine. when milo wakes up, he’s a little out of it: “Oh... Bisco. Thank God, both of us went to hell together after all- OWW!” Bisco pinched Milo’s nose with strength that probably shouldn’t be possible for a child, and it seemed to quickly bring him to his senses again.

Bisco uses glowshrooms to light up the area (making a return from way back in vol 1!). milo watches him and thinks he looks very cute, but doesn’t say anything out of fear of being pinched again.

They realize they’re inside the island creature’s mouth. milo reasons the best thing to do is go further in and see if they can kill it before going back to hunting sisi. he explains his logic with the saying, “if you want to shoot the general, first shoot their horse”. bisco doesn’t get it, as mushroom keepers would shoot the general first.

Milo has too much fun examining the creature’s insides, but bisco is weirded out by the whole situation. milo says bisco has no sense of adventure. he thinks the creature is similar to a silver snail or a hokkaido sea slug, and draws up a labelled diagram of its body. bisco is able to more or less read the kanji on it.

They find a little girl getting attacked by the creature’s antibodies. She’s extremely pale with blonde hair, and wearing layers of fur/leather. her name is Chayka and she uses Sakhalin words in her speech. she seems to be of native Sakhalin descent, but lives in hokkaido. she’s the daughter of someone called Kubla Khan, aka “hand of ghostly hail” (reibyou no te).

Bisco notes that she seems to be from a wealthy family based on how she’s dressed and talks.

Chayka has a small injury that vines and camellias are spreading from. She says her father can dispel sisi’s curse, and her hometown is somewhere INSIDE the creature.

Since chayka’s people live in this creature, they’ve named the different regions of its body like they’re towns, etc. the names are pseudo-russian and pretty much all end in -ka or -ko, like hatika (the heart), bladiko (blood vessels).

The trio is accidentally expelled from the creature and end up outside. the snowy landscape is covered in a layer of flowers as far as the eye can see - sisi’s flower garden. the roots of the flowers are dug into the creature, sucking the life out of it.

The only reason “hokkaido” is consuming kyushu is to regain the energy its losing to the flowers. the benibishi are spreading their flowers over the creature and using its life force to strengthen themselves.

They get back inside via an airhole. chayka directs them to a rail system built on the creature’s spine that her people use to quickly get around, and they climb in one of the railcars. milo realizes that her people and the creature have a symbiotic relationship - the people take care of its body, and the creature provides them shelter and can adapt to fit what the people need.

Chayka is essentially the shaman of hokkaido, and can communicate directly with the creature. the benibishi’s flowers and vines have overtaken it, though, and she can no longer speak to it.

They fall into its stomach and are attacked by little creatures that can melt flesh and bone. bisco and milo are swarmed with no way out as they try to protect an unconscious chayka, who is rapidly becoming ill because of her injury: “Is it time to finally give up? What a shitty way for the 3-time saviors of Japan to die!” Bisco remarked. “Well, that’s life. But I don’t really care how we die, as long as we’re together!” Milo replied. The two stopped firing their arrows, standing back-to-back as they wiped the sweat from their foreheads. Strangely, they laughed as they looked at the oncoming assault. “Alright then, let’s use our bodies as seedbeds and create a wall of mushrooms so we can at least protect Chayka.” “Got it, Bisco!” They turned inward and formed a diamond shape around her ... and looked into each other’s eyes. “....Milo! Since we’re gonna die, I figured I’d tell you....!” “What??” “I..... I’m glad I met you, and...! Wait, what is that...?” “Come on, you’re glad we met, and what?! Don’t leave out the most important part! Say it, quickly!”

To milo’s chagrin, bisco stops his thought there as amli barrels in and blasts the creatures out of the way.

A: “the first teaching of kusabiraism is: if you see others in trouble, resolve the situation peacefully. the second teaching is..... if words ain’t workin’, blast ‘em to high hell!!!!! .. or so it goes.” [the latter part is said in bisco’s speech style]

Shimane prefecture had also been swallowed by the creature on its way to kyushu, so many people from izumo are trapped inside. amli sensed milo and bisco’s presence and came to find them. amli helps reduce chayka’s fever by using her absorption ability to pull excess heat from chayka’s body, and it slows the spread of the vines.

They split up: milo takes chayka to somewhere less warm to prevent her fever from spiking again, and amli takes bisco to help the other izumo people.

When chayka wakes up and is feeling better, she helps distribute food to the tired izumo priests (raskeni is also with them). she reveals an ability to create fluffy pink spheres that can be eaten as food. it seems like the flavor isn’t always the same for everyone.

Chayka brings bisco, milo and amli back to her village. It turns out her people are mushroom keepers from the north.

They meet kubla kahn. he’s a large man with a beard who emits white spores. he touches chayka’s shoulder injury, and the vines/flowers destroying her body turn into white petals and disappear.

Kubla kahn is old and nearly blind, but is clearly an ex-warrior based on how shredded he is. he seems to be an easygoing guy. he has such a thick northern accent that the trio can barely understand him.

Kubla kahn is a local hero because in the past, he defended hokkaido from assassins that were sent by king housen. housen did this as a “safety net” while negotiating with the hokkaido people for benibishi to be able to live there. it seems housen wasn’t into doing things as peacefully as he claimed back when he was alive.

Kubla kahn is very worried about sisi’s powers because she’s a much bigger threat than the assassins of the past. she could destroy all of hokkaido, and the people and benibishi on it.

Kubla kahn’s ability (the white reibyou spores) was passed on to him when he was the island’s shaman. it purifies the effects of flowers, rust, or any other bizarrely evolved abilities. they say its born from the power of the “mushroom spirits” that exist on hokkaido.

Unfortunately, kubla kahn can’t dispel bisco’s curse because the rust eater spores in his body destroy the reibyou spores. the northerners refer to rust eaters as “sunlight”, and rust eaters are the opposing counterpart to reibyou.

The village is attacked by satahabaki and a group of benibishi fighters. kubla kahn and chayka run away as bisco holds off any pursuers, while milo and amli fight satahabaki since they can use mantras to damage him.

Just as kubla kahn is about to get into an escape hatch, gopis and mepaosha show up. bisco makes fun of them for how low they’ve fallen to willingly become sisi’s dogs. they likely were brainwashed though, judging by the vines and flowers growing on their bodies.

Bisco is heavily injured trying to protect the others from being whipped. chayka has a Cool Moment where she tries to be brave and save her father. bisco says she should quit being a shaman and try being a warrior instead.

Milo and amli join them after gopis and mepaosha are defeated. they inform everyone that the village is basically destroyed, and it took all they had to cast a spell on satahabaki to temporarily freeze him in place.

Satahabaki comes to collect gopis and mepaosha; they no longer need to kill kubla kahn now that the reibyou guiding stone was found, which leads the way to the reibyou hive.

The reibyou hive is a special organ only the hokkaido creature has. it contains a giant reibyou mushroom, which provides the creature’s main energy source. milo is once again weirdly excited, being the first (non-hokkaido) person to learn about this new type of organ. it glows with a blindingly bright white light, so it takes them a moment to realize the surface of the mushroom is covered in thorny camellias.

To save the reibyou, they’ll have to simultaneously destroy the camellias growing directly on the mushroom AND the ones growing up on the surface - if they don’t, they risk having the flowers grow back. they split up again to get this done (milo and chayka stay in the reibyou hive while amli and bisco go to the surface).

When milo uses mantas to destroy the flowers, vines begin whipping around and attacking. he protects chayka as she runs up to the reibyou and connects with it spiritually, asking hokkaido for its help. antibody cells then pour into the hive and begin eating the vines, saving the 2 of them.

Growing out of hokkaido’s back, directly above the location of the reibyou hive, is a giant mushroom mountain aptly named... reibyou mountain. sisi and satahabaki are there amid the still-raging blizzard, and he tells her to grow her flowers upon the mountain. if she does, she’ll gain powers that will far surpass that of humans and she can spread that power to other benibishi via the flower’s pollen.

She pierces the mountain with her vine sword, and a 100m tall vine as wide as a building sprouts from it. a giant camellia blossom is at the top, waiting to bloom and spread its pollen. just as she’s about to stab the vine tower and inject it with the power it needs to bloom, bisco shows up and blocks sisi’s blade.

Despite sisi looking down on humans, wanting to subjugate them, and (seemingly) hating bisco enough to try and kill him, she still refers to him as “big brother” in her mind.

Amli imbues an arrow with cursed rust energy. she tells bisco shoot the giant camellia with it to kill it. she remains on the ground to fight against sisi, since as a mantra user she stands a better chance.

Despite rust/mantras being superior to flowers, amli doesn’t seem to be powerful enough to defeat sisi on her own. she struggles to keep up with parrying sisi’s sword using her own rust spear. sisi offers to spare amli’s life in return for her sworn loyalty and making her a retainer, because having someone who knows how to use mantras would be useful.

Satahabaki chases bisco as he climbs up the vine tower. bisco manages to beat him back. he reaches the flower and makes his way inside the closed petals. as he goes toward the center, the pollen becomes heavy in the air and sticks to him. he can hear sisi’s thoughts trying to brainwash him - “stand down”, “do not attack”, “kneel before me, human”, etc

Bisco shoots the cursed rust arrow and is subsequently launched out of the flower by the force of the mushroom growth and the flower trying to expel all the foreign objects. as he plummets to the ground, he realizes he doesn’t feel amli’s presence anymore.

Amli is heavily injured, barely having the strength to wield her spear. as sisi delivers a finishing blow, amli puts up a barrier and catches the blade in it, but it’s clear it won’t hold. amli realizes that as things are now, she’ll die having accomplished nothing. she decides to put her life on the line and begins chanting one last mantra, as sisi’s vines slowly tear the barrier apart.

When the barrier is broken, the priestess stops the blade with one hand. we learn that the mantra amli just used.... was a forbidden technique that allowed kelshinha’s spirit to take control of her body.

Sisi realizes amli has become much stronger, and backs off in defense. kelshinha seems to know right away who sisi is (I’m guessing he can see amli’s memories): K: “Lowly cur. If you do not know who I am, then I shall tell you... I am the rust god, Kelshinha. With this divine spear, I will deliver heaven’s wrath unto the conceited king of decaying flowers!”

Kelshinha’s spear abilities are far better than amli’s. he’s even able to hit sisi a few times and seems to get the upper hand. however, sisi uses her father’s housenka ability to power up her sword and it becomes enough that kelshinha can’t withstand more than 2 hits. amli’s spear breaks and her body is cut by sisi’s sword. she goes flying and camellias grow all over her.

Sisi rushes in to deliver a final blow (again), but suddenly coughs up blood. with the broken spear, kelshinha just barely deflected her sword and stabbed sisi through the arm. the camellias growing on amli’s body were merely illusions he created from rust. kelshinha kicks sisi away, then stalks up to her as he plans to steal her organs to add to his own power (remember how that was His Thing?)

Bisco arrives, shooting amli with multiple rust eater arrows til kelshinha’s soul is driven out. luckily he’s nice enough to give her first aid afterward. he’s thankful for his child body, because he may have killed amli if he had shot her with his usual full strength. amli is very surprised to be alive, because the possession spell is something that normally can’t be undone.

Just as they’re about to go regroup with milo, sisi tries one last ditch attempt to kill bisco, sending out a sharp vine toward him. amli jumps in front and is stabbed by the vine. amli kicks bisco into a hole and then seals it behind him, leaving her alone on the surface with sisi. amli smiles before passing out, knowing she helped save bisco.

Sisi looks at her with contempt, but doesn’t kill her. amli’s stab wound disappears as sisi’s regenerative powers heal it.

Sisi laments her defeat. she suddenly hears a voice inside her head... coming from her own camellia? it tells her that this isn’t the end - all she has to do is steal amli’s rust powers. by doing so, sisi’s flowers will no longer be weak to rust, and she’ll reach her peak shinka ability.

She’s hesitant. the flower’s voice pressures her, saying “Didn’t you throw everything you had away in search of this ultimate power? your modest yet happy life, the peaceful path to the throne, even your feelings for your dearly beloved father.” Without sisi doing anything, the flower uses her vines to grab amli and bring her closer.

The flower says they must kiss to forge their connection so sisi can gain her power. sure, sounds legit. sisi hesitates again, so the flower forcibly moves her body. amli wakes up during the kiss, trying to struggle out of the vines as her powers transfer into sisi. suddenly unable to control the power welling inside of her, sisi pushes amli away and writhes in pain as she’s “reborn” ......

After being knocked off the vine tower earlier, satahabaki apparently fell all the way down through to the reibyou hive. milo and chayka remove the vines from him and he comes back to his senses. he says he’ll never forget the debt he owes milo for saving his life.

Bisco comes crashing in from above and milo catches him. bisco tells the others that amli was captured, and satahabaki confirms this by saying that in the moment before he lost connection to sisi (via the vines/mind control), he felt her gain immense rust powers. he says they only have a chance at defeating her if they can destroy her physical body before she unleashes something called “the heaven’s flower.”

The only thing left that could destroy the flowers is the reibyou. chayka gained its powers when she connected to the reibyou hive earlier, but neither she nor kubla kahn can purify sisi. however, according to her peoples’ legends, a shaman who possesses both the power of rust eaters and reibyou (the power of the sun and moon) can chase away any evil.

To make bisco a shaman and pass the reibyou’s power to him, chayka must take him to hokkaido’s womb.... to be reborn in a spiritual and literal sense. just as the squad is about to leave, vines pierce the room as sisi is back on the move.

Satahabaki and milo decide to stay behind as the first line of defense. milo tells bisco to protect chayka from any attacks, because it’s imperative they stay alive to carry out this mission: All words of disagreement Bisco had were washed away as he looked into Milo’s eyes, which shone like stars. ... “Can you do this, Milo? Think you can hold out til I’m back?” “Hm, I dunno. Maybe if a certain partner of mine gave me some heartfelt encouragement, I’d feel motivated to give it my all...?” he teased. Bisco’s tiny body lept onto a very surprised Milo, wrapping his arms around Milo’s neck and pulling his head against his chest. “Milo, you’re the star that shines the brightest amid the dark of the night. You’re so strong. I know you’d never lose, no matter who you’re up against...” “B... Bisco...!” [they’re both quiet for a moment] “You get it now?” “...” “Hey, I asked you a fuckin’ question!” “Oh, uh, yeah!” “Good!” After saying all that, Bisco jumped off of Milo and rushed over to Chayka, who was for some reason completely red in the face. “I feel like I should be mad after seeing that display, but I just cannot bring myself to feel so,” she muttered ... As he watched Bisco and Chayka run off, Milo was frozen in place for a while - a dumbfounded* look on his face. Suddenly, one of Sisi’s vines struck down behind him, but Satahabaki blocked it with his arm. “Where has your focus gone*, Nekoyanagi!” ... Satahabaki shouted. “I- I’m sorry! It’s just been a while since-” “I do not care as to what has ‘been a while,’ but...”

Satahabaki sees that milo is out of it, and questions if he’s ready to fight: M: “I’m ready. I’m the star that shines the brightest in the darkness. No matter how strong Sisi is now, I’ll be victorious in the end.” S: “Where does this boundless confidence come from...?” M: “I don’t have any confidence, really. But since that’s what Bisco believes, it’s what I’ll become.”

Satahabaki and milo go to the surface. they see a massive flower floating in the sky, casting a shadow over the island. its petals flap like wings, causing strong gusts of wind, and giant, spear-like vines shoot out of it. sisi and amli, both unconscious, are in the center of the flower.

The vines that strike the ground glow and pulsate, sucking up energy from hokkaido. if the heaven’s flower gains enough energy to bloom, hokkaido will die and all lifeforms across japan will be put under sisi’s spell from the resulting spread of pollen.

Sisi wakes up, incredibly confused and horrified by what’s happened to her. the camellia’s voice informs her that she’s now become a benibishi god. by gaining the power of rust, she’s achieved the ultimate shinka ability. she can now absorb any lifeform and turn it into an energy source to make herself stronger.

Against her will, the vines grab other benibishi and begin absorbing them. they scream in terror, and sisi begs for them to be released. she wants to save her people, but can’t control what’s happening. watching and feeling the benibishi die makes her so sick she tries to vomit.

“If you’re my flower, then you must listen to me! Release me at once, or just fucking kill me!” Sisi demanded. “You think you’re above me...?” The camellia’s voice turned cold. “I am a camellia, the flower of control. I am not your flower - you are MY host. you are a mere flower pot; a slave to MY will ... that’s all you benibishi are to us. ... We need blood and destruction to grow. I worked so hard to turn you into our new god of war.” From listening to it’s haunting words, a sharp chill ran up Sisi’s spine and she was drenched in sweat. “Your will and mine have long since become one... Was is really you who doggedly chased after the throne, despite being a woman? Was it you who wanted peerless power? Who cut off the head of your precious, beloved father? How much of you was really you, and how much was me?” Sisi’s face went pale and her body felt cold. “No, no, you lie! It’s all lies! I’ve chosen this path for myself! I’d never be controlled by you, never--!” she screamed in a frenzy.

Sisi begins losing consciousness again. she thinks of bisco as the camellia tells her to go to sleep. she’s woken up by milo screaming her name, and she calls out to him, asking him to save her.

The camellia makes a creepy comment about how pretty milo is, and how it would love to plant daffodils in his body and use him to play dress-up.

The petals close around sisi and amli, and dozens of crimson blades shoot out at milo. satahabaki jumps in to protect him, and tells him they need to run away and form a different plan.

Suddenly, actagawa comes flying in from above (with tirol riding on top). actagawa has jet booster attachments on its back, which tirol installed. milo asks if tirol came to save them, and tirol says “I wouldn’t have showed up if I knew you were fighting a monster like this!” milo takes the reins and prepares to stall for time until bisco and chayka return.

Bisco and chayka reach their destination and communicate with the creature. the rust eater cells in bisco’s body react to the reibyou, causing him to randomly grow mushrooms on his body. he begs it to give him the power he needs, saying that he’ll willingly give up an eye or an arm in exchange if it means he can save milo.

Bisco goes unconscious as they’re sucked into a storm of reibyou spores. He has a dream about his own birth, hearing his parents’ voices discussing what to name him. when he wakes up, he’s inside the womb with the creature’s other children. he grabs on to one, and his body is overwhelmed by the mixing of power from the rust eater and reibyou. however, his body finally turns back normal!

Back on the surface, plants are withering away as the heaven’s flower continues absorbing energy. its petals are gradually turning redder - when it becomes fully crimson, it will bloom.

Actagawa smashes through the flower’s petals, revealing sisi. she’s been taken over by the camellia, and is only able to control her own body for the briefest of moments. she summons a massive vine sword and knocks them all away with incredible strength, and they crash into the ground. tirol passes out from the impact, and milo is practically half-dead.

An even larger vine sword grows out of the heaven’s flower. it looks big enough to split the island in half. milo is about to cast a powerful mantra and sacrifice himself to save everyone, when bisco suddenly bursts out from underground.

Bisco uses his new reibyou powers to punch the giant sword. it falls to pieces, turning into white petals. A sword fragment nearly falls on top of milo and tirol, but bisco catches it and saves them. The sight of him makes milo speechless, captivated.** bisco’s entire body glows with a white light, and he’s covered in some silver tattoo-like pattern.

The 2 of them take off toward the heaven’s flower (they left tirol on the ground because she passed out again lol). when sisi sees bisco coming, she talks proudly to the camellia: “My brother is here...! / He’ll never let things go your way! / He’ll definitely put an end to-” Her words were cut off as she screamed in pain. “Quit fucking blabbing already, you dried-up weed...”

They blast their way inside the flower. It’s dark and full of pollen, making it hard to see. the camellia talks to them, but they don’t see sisi anywhere. as the petals close in and multiple vine swords block the way, milo notices a spot that is heavily guarded, seeming to lead somewhere further in. he tells bisco to go that way and find sisi; he’ll stay here to hold off the camellia’s attacks.

Bisco is quiet for a moment after hearing that, turning to face milo: “Bisco, you’re the compass for my life. When I’m faltering in the dark pits of despair, you always help me find the light,” Milo whispered. His voice was gentle - full of both resolve and tenderness. “You have to take Sisi out of here... just like how you stole me away from Imihama that day...” *** Bisco pursed his lips, unable to give any rebuttal. Instead, he roughly grabbed Milo and pulled him into a tight hug. Milo gladly let him.

The camellia is both confused and fed up by this lovey-dovey shit, and attacks with the many swords that have been on standby. They’re both PISSED about their hug being interrupted. I swear to fucking god this happened.

Milo uses mantras to summon his emerald cubes. he uses the cubes to scoop some reibyou spores off of bisco and they fuse together. he forms the new cubes into a shining white, iron pole (like what pawoo uses) and wards off the vine swords with it as bisco escapes.

Bisco finds sisi in a small room in the center of the flower. he tells sisi that he’s come to save her, but she just can’t accept it. he then pretty much lets himself get beat up. sisi says she can summon 100 vine blades, and he counts down every time she strikes him with new one - waiting for her energy to run out.

As they cross blades, sisi’s emotions overflow. she cries that everything is bisco’s fault - he lit a fire in her, awakened her powers, and now she ended up like this. after killing her father and her people, having stained her hands with so much blood and violence, what’s left of her to save? is there any part of her worth redeeming? when she realizes tears are falling from her eyes, she slumps to the floor.

Bisco says sisi is worth saving. what does it matter if her powers are born from anger? that’s who she is. that’s just how life is - like how in nature, some plants are born poisonous. he tells her she can bloom again - this time, in the light.

The camellia possesses her again and holds a vine blade to her own throat. bisco moves in to attack and is stabbed in the heart. the camellia boasts triumphantly, until it realizes the blood dripping down its blade is full of reibyou spores that are purifying it. it tries to pull the blade out, but bisco holds it in place.

The camellia retracts its vines and removes itself from sisi’s head, plopping onto the ground and burrowing into the heaven’s flower to escape.

Sisi, now free, looks at bisco. he tells her he’s so proud of her for all she’s done, which was the affirmation she needed all this time. they hug and she cries into his arms for a while, letting out whatever else she had been holding in.

Milo joins them, carrying amli who’s finally awake. she’s in a bad mood, made worse when bisco comments “Oh right, you were here too!”

The 4 escape the flower and fall through the air until actagawa catches them. milo and bisco place the girls into a luggage pouch because there’s only 2 actual seats LMAO. the boys are covered in blood, so they take a moment to help clean each other off. they’re brought back to reality when they hear satahabaki calling out to them from below.

Milo and amli combine their powers to form the mantra bow (they really like using this technique, it’s come up at least once in every volume since 2). Bisco pulls sisi out of the luggage pouch, saying they’re going to fire the final shot together.

As strength and motivation well up inside of her, a new camellia blooms in her hair. They take aim, and sisi asks: “What is that thing?” “Just a big-ass flower. To me, at least. What is it for you?” “...My past. A half of me.” “I see. Can you kill it?” “I can... I’ll destroy the part of me that was filled with hatred. Just please, lend me your power.”

The arrow shoots through the air like a silver beam of moonlight, striking the heaven’s flower and making it disintegrate into white petals. it rains down onto hokkaido like snow, purifying the entire island and freeing the creature from the flower’s roots.

Milo throws his arms around bisco in celebration, knocking him off balance and nearly causing them both to fall off actagawa.

Sisi goes back to join amli in the luggage pouch, not wanting to see any more. she looks at amli and touches the injuries on the priestess’s arms, seeming full of regret for hurting her. for reasons even she herself doesn’t understand, amli hugs sisi. sisi is also surprised, but becomes calm as she hugs amli back. amli’s face goes red and she feels like she can’t move.

Chayka joins them on the surface. she jumps onto milo for a hug and he spins her around. when bisco arrives, she’s at a loss for words seeing him in his normal form. to say thanks for saving her home, chayka gives him a hug as well, and a kiss on the cheek (which makes her more embarrassed than it does bisco).

Sisi stands alone, looking at the mushroom keepers and benibishi helping each other. she thinks of how this is what she wanted this entire time. how much easier could it have been to achieve this if she hadn’t used violence?

Bisco goes to check on sisi. she asks bisco to use the reibyou to remove her camellias once and for all - she’ll never be able to use shinka powers, but she’ll no longer have to worry about the flower growing back and taking control of her again.

Just as bisco is about to do the thing, mepaosha of all people shows up. she uses her whip made of vines to rip the flower off sisi’s head... and eats it. everyone freaks out, because now sisi is powerless and mepaosha will gain her abilities.

Mepaosha removes her glasses and switches them out for sunglasses, and starts making references to movies and manga as she laments how shitty her life has been in the time she waited to meet bisco and milo again. they realize that her real identity is... kurokawa.

Sisi attacks kurokawa, but she gets shot. like with a gun. when kurokawa gives a command, rose-like flowers spread from sisi’s wounds. these are kurokawa’s new special ability: rust flowers.

When they look into the sky, there are hordes of escargot planes flying overhead and men in bunny masks descending from them. The planes open fire onto the island. the northern mushroom keepers try firing arrows at the planes, but the mushrooms can’t latch on (like what happened in vol 1).

The bunny mask-men form a barrier around kurokawa, guns pointed at bisco and co. To close out the volume, kurokawa says to them: “When I saw you last, you crushed my throat, so I couldn’t properly say ‘I’ll be back.’” One of her lackeys passed her a trench coat and trilby, which she then donned. “But now it’s more apt to say ‘I’m back,’ yeah?”

Other notes:

Milo is very protective of little!bisco. he’s always scooping bisco up to carry him away from danger, or trying to do things that he believes bisco can no longer do himself now that he’s tiny, and bisco REALLY hates being doted on.

According to Lore from mainland japan: hokkaido became uninhabitable due to the rust-animals there being extremely vicious, and anyone who went to hokkaido never lived to return.

Bisco learning to read is honestly my favorite subplot. he went from being basically illiterate to understanding hiragana/simple kanji (well enough to read children’s manga) and now he knows more complex kanji. i am so proud of him.

One of the illustrations for this volume is milo’s diagram of the creature. milo has very neat and rounded handwriting.

Chayka is quick to get angry or cry.

Despite bisco being around her age in his child form, chayka has a clear preference for being with milo. he’s much nicer to her, and she seems to like being doted on.

Bisco is getting sick of milo’s “I went to school” line that he keeps pulling out to cover for his unfounded confidence.

Chayka and amli get along pretty well, which is cute but unsurprising since they’re both Distinguished Young Noble LadiesTM with refined speech.

*The word I translated as “dumbfounded/losing focus” in the hug scene was 惚ける (houkeru) which means “to go stupid/feel out of the moment”. There are multiple kanji you can use interchangeably for this word, but they picked the one that’s also used in words like “to be lovestruck.” Interesting.

**Once again a return of that same 惚 kanji. the word used was 見惚れる (mitoreru), but this word is a lot more common.

***The word Milo uses is in the second hug scene is 攫う (sarau), which can mean “to be taken away”.... or “to take all for oneself.” gay? very.

The sisi/amli kiss very much was forced since the camellia made them do it, but that’s honestly not much different than all the kisses bisco had forced on him throughout the series (which is sad but the truth). I was glad they got along at the end tho, and maybe amli’s developed a crush? 😳

#sabikui bisco #akaboshi bisco #nekoyanagi milo #sbkb summary series #rust eater bisco

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