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hot-illithids-near-you · 3 months

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This was gonna be a <2000 word thing

And then I wrote more and now it's like 3500 whoops

Lawrence had studied his fair share of etiquette books since he met Carylin. Books on manners and polite conversation, on how to walk and talk and eat, all nearly memorized in an effort to succeed in his newfound relationship. But he soon realized that his assistant didn't tend to follow the rules laid out in those books, nor did she expect him to. The volumes he read were less definitive guides to human interaction, and more a collection of suggestions, with some being far better than others.

But at the very least, they had taught the illithid some vocabulary that was new to him. And he was fairly sure from his studying that he was currently on a ‘date’.

Lawrence and Carylin traveled up the long road leading from the temple to the castle, under the comfortably dim light of the moon and stars. She walked along in her nicest dress and sandals, while he hovered an inch above the ground in his usual brown robe. Side by side, they might have seemed an odd pair, if not for Lawrence’s psionic power. With that, they changed from human and illithid to an ordinary couple undeserving of a second glance - or even a first, if he so wished.

None of the nobles or foreign envoys heading in the same direction looked too hard at either Lawrence or Carylin. But the reverse could not be said. As every purple robe and black tie passed them by, the human woman's gaze shifted. Her eyes bored into the other guests’ backs and wouldn't leave until they were far in the distance, or another target appeared.

“...Remind me what kind of party this is?” she finally said.

“A gala,” Lawrence replied.

“Mhm,” Carylin nodded, though her actual level of understanding was dubious. “I just feel a bit underdressed, seeing all this fancy silk and stuff.”

She tugged at her dress, crafted of burgundy linen with a floral pattern. It could be considered fancy, perhaps, but only by a commoner. For the sort who were given invitations to the gala, it was woefully inadequate.

“I can assure you that no one will regard your dress as out of place, so long as they're within my psionic range,” Lawrence said, and recalling a suggestion from his etiquette studies, appended his statement. “I think you look rather captivating, for what it's worth.”

“Why, thank you,” his assistant said with a smile. “And you look as good as you always do.”

The illithid's tentacles twisted, unsure if he was being complimented or insulted. But the castle was looming high above, and their topic of conversation would soon be changed, from clothing to whatever lay within the sturdy stone walls.

The guards at the gate busied themselves with checking invitations and bodies, making sure that no people or items entered that would do the royals any harm. Thankfully, their methods only searched for weaponry of the conventional sort. Lawrence’s brain, despite being more powerful than any blade or enchantment, was let through with a polite nod.

The pair walked into the entrance hall, and soon realized where the party was. If the noise and the paths of the other guests weren't good enough clues, the presence of barricades and guards blocking off every hallway but one would corral the bodies without fail. Lawrence and Carylin followed the crowd into the heart of the gala.

“...Wow.”

The illithid's hearing wasn't spectacular. Especially not in a room filled with footsteps and music and chatter, that was far too well-lit for his liking. But amid the distractions and overwhelming sensations, he thought he picked up what his assistant had said in a tone of hushed awe.

It was fitting. The ballroom they entered was massive, with a ceiling nearly as high as his temple's roof and a floor even wider. To one side, dark windows loomed over them, that during the day must've let in an abhorrent amount of light for an illithid. To the other side of the ballroom sat a raised platform, where the royal family sat and observed the event. And between the two, there was a scene that Carylin had aptly reacted to.

From above, magically created orbs floated and bobbed, casting light in a variety of hues down onto the guests. And they, in all their finery, danced. Their movements couldn't have been more synchronized if they were being puppeteered by an Elder Brain, Lawrence considered. Each body, whether native-born or foreigner, human or elf or something else entirely, moved along with music that filled the room. They swayed and stepped like men possessed, and the hypnotic swishing of silk and flashing of jewelry were nearly as distracting as the bright lights.

“So, is it too late to tell you I can't dance?” Carylin asked, turning to him. “I mean, I probably should have, knowing this was a party and all. I guess I just didn't think it would be such a…dance heavy party, y'know?”

“...I suppose I should've predicted such a thing as well.” Lawrence finally managed to tear his eyes from the scenery and looked to his assistant. “But that's as unimportant as our clothing, in the end. To these guests, nothing is unusual about our presence. To them, we're dancing along to the music just like everyone else.”

Carylin looked around, seemingly stunned to realize that nobody was paying them any attention, despite them being one of the only pairs not moving. The room simply danced around them as if they weren't there at all. No, not quite like they weren't there; more as though they were an unexpected, but not unusual, feature of the ballroom. The guests flowed around the two as a river would around a rock, and thought about them the exact same amount.

It was a simple task for Lawrence. During his time spent in the city, he'd mastered becoming invisible. Not physically invisible, but practically. If he wanted to disappear, he could with ease, from minds and memories.

“Gotta wonder how a guy who can't dance managed to get a couple invitations, though,” Carylin mused with a smile. “Bribes? Threats? Theft?”

“As head of the city’s Temple of Kelemvor, I'm a key figure of the community. It's only natural that I, and a guest of my choice, would be invited.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“...I had to push for it,” Lawrence admitted. “But not much.”

‘Convincing’ a human to change their mind with his power wasn't particularly difficult either. It depended on the particular person's level of disagreement, of course. Making a man lend him a silver piece wouldn't be much of a challenge. Making him hand over his life savings would be far harder. Between those two, asking for invites to the gala was closer to the first. Being a high ranking priest did help, though the priest in charge of burials was never going to be first on the list to bring to a party.

But even if getting the invitations had been a significant challenge, he'd have done it anyway. No amount of effort was too much for this: a date unlike any that his assistant had ever experienced. His only regret was not reading a book on ballroom dancing.

“It feels like we should give it a try, doesn't it?” Carylin asked, looking at the couples surrounding them. “Even if we can't be seen. Especially if we can't be seen. That's the best time to practice.”

Lawrence paused, taking a moment to realize what she meant and another to consider it. Then he nodded, and tried to study how the other guests were moving.

“I think it starts with stepping forward, like this- oop,” Carylin mumbled as she started the dance without Lawrence and promptly bumped into him.

“Let me lead,” he said, lowering himself to the floor and hoping his feet wouldn't leave a noticeable residue of mucus behind. “Just move along with me. I'll start out slow, and we can pick up the pace when we’ve mastered the basics.”

His assistant nodded, and the two began, with Lawrence taking the step that she had already attempted. It seemed to work - he went forward, and she moved back to give him room. In time, he supposed the rest of the dance would reveal its mysteries to them.

But it didn't work out so smoothly in reality. Lawrence, unused to human music and behavior and apparently dance, mixed up his steps and accidentally trod on Carylin's sandals multiple times, each with an apology. For the human woman's part, it was as though she had as little experience with her own civilization’s dance as an illithid, and she bumped into Lawrence even more often with a grunt of frustration.

Since going slowly didn't seem to work, they briefly attempted dancing at the same speed as the guests, which was even more disastrous. Rather than easily showing them which steps to perform next, this only sped up the rate of stumbling and awkward apologies. Finally, both human and illithid stepped back, and agreed to give it a rest.

“I think I've got an idea,” Carylin said with a grin. “You’re using your powers to make people think we're dancing just like them, right? What if you made them think we're actually good? That we're the best dancers in the whole city!”

“There’s a reason I tend to use my psionic power to hide rather than stand out, you know. What if the guests are so impressed that they come to the temple and ask me for lessons?”

“Oh, just tell them to ask your girlfriend.” Carylin reached out and took his hand, placing her other on his shoulder and drawing close to him. “You can tell them she's a very agile and elegant lady who definitely doesn't dance like she has two left feet. Please?”

Lawrence abhorred making himself seen. To use his power to show off, to impress, it wasn't in his nature. But as powerful as his own mind-controlling psionics were, there was nothing that could convince him to do something quite like Carylin asking politely.

And referring to herself as his girlfriend, for the first time.

He placed a hand on her waist, and reached out into the minds around them. Already, there was an idea implanted into every one: The pair beside you is dancing. Normally. Nothing to see here. Lawrence simply had to take that idea and tweak it. One by one, from the closest and most alert, to the most distracted and distant. Make it seem natural, like the crowd was slowly noticing something they had all somehow missed. The pair beside you is dancing. Elegantly, Beautifully. You can't tear your eyes away.

He pushed. And gradually, the two turned from a practically inanimate feature of the room to the main attraction, with eyes drifting from their dance partners to Lawrence and Carylin. Even the tone of their indistinct chatter had changed, though he couldn't make out anything specific.

Evidently his assistant could, as she giggled and looked around at the whisperers, then leaned in with a conspiratorial murmur of her own. “According to the elf behind you, we're the best dancers he's seen in his life. And he looks pretty old, so I bet that's a big compliment.”

Judging from that comment, Lawrence may have pushed too hard. But that realization came late, as the noise around them quieted - not from the cessation of whispers, but from the halt of dozens of footsteps. Pair by pair, the dancers stopped dancing, directing their entire beings toward watching the two they encircled. And as that inner circle stopped moving, an outer circle stopped to see what had caused the disturbance. More and more minds were crowding into Lawrence’s psionic range, almost more than he could handle. He knew the inevitable conclusion of such a cascade: eventually the entire room would be staring, even the royals. And eventually, he wouldn't be strong enough to keep up his facade.

The pair you're looking at is dancing. Normally. Nothing to see here. Nothing to see. Look away.

Carylin snickered at the surrounding guests, entirely unaware of the gravity of their situation. “You can tone it down a bit, I think,” she said. “I feel a bit guilty getting this much attention.”

“...Trying,” Lawrence managed.

Slowly, one by one, the guests returned to themselves, and to each other. The dance resumed before it could fully end, and after an agonizing couple of minutes, the ballroom was back to normal. Lawrence nearly collapsed onto his assistant, and this finally managed to impress upon the woman how much effort he had gone through.

There was always some effort spent, to do nearly anything in his town. To talk to someone, to exist within a human’s sight. But for his date, he had gone much further than his mind could manage. And he spent the last dregs of his psionic power just to make it out of the castle, as Carylin held him up and led him along.

“Are you alright?” she whispered to him, sounding nearly frantic. “Oh gods, I should never have asked you to-”

“Just…get home. Quickly.”

Even telepathic communication felt too draining. But fortunately, he didn't have to say another word as the pair rushed toward the temple. With the party in full swing, no more guests were heading up the road, and they made it to safety under the cover of darkness. First into the temple, then through the halls leading to Lawrence’s private chambers. And when the illithid was almost entirely exhausted, he gestured to his bathroom door.

For the last hundred feet, Carylin had been mumbling apologies over and over, like a magical incantation that would restore Lawrence’s energy. But they were close to an actual solution, which he pointed to with a single claw as he slumped against the bathtub. A glass bottle he kept on a shelf, just in case.

In case of many potential disasters - if the entire city was miraculously healthy, and there weren't any burials for months, or if he was finally found out as an illithid, and needed just a little boost to make his escape. Or if he foolishly overexerted himself, and could barely move.

Through hazy eyes, he saw his assistant grab the bottle and briefly examine it. She hesitated, evidently able to recognize, or at least guess, what was in it. But she brought it to him anyway, and tilted his head back, gently parting his tentacles and putting the bottle up to his mouth.

She carefully poured the solution of cerebrospinal fluid and liquefied brain matter down Lawrence’s throat. Slowly, he felt his energy being restored, and for the first time in years, he actually enjoyed the taste of a long-dead brain. Every other meal brought back painful memories of his first, but at that moment he only felt glad to be alive.

The bottle clinked against the floor, and Carylin knelt down beside him. Her legs were still tense, though, and when Lawrence looked up to her face, he saw her worry clearly. Neither an inability to read her mind nor an inability to recognize the finer points of human expressions could disguise that. Her skin had reddened, her eyes were bloodshot, her lips trembled.

He'd seen humans in such a state before. During funerals, and before them, when he came to give loved ones terrible news. He saw it from the dying, when they begged him on their deathbeds for some grace. Especially from the ones who had never spent much of their time thinking about the gods, and wondered where they'd be when the sun rose the next day.

Lawrence didn't have all the answers they wanted. He knew that bodies went into the ground, after he'd carefully removed their brains. But he had no idea where the important part of a person went. And it wasn't his business. He served Kelemvor - claimed to, tried to, at least - but he wasn't the god himself. His job was to comfort the soul before death, and he did. By reaching into a sorrowful mind, and implanting an idea.

Death is a part of life. But memories live on eternally. Remember the happy ones.

With a push, he'd turn a flood of tears into one of words. Stories about relatives, and friends, and loved ones. His psionic power, never meant for anything but subjugation, made the dead’s final moments peaceful, and the living’s bearable.

But for the sobbing figure beside him, he couldn't simply push away the sorrow. All he had were his words, tools he wasn't nearly as adept with.

“I hope you know that none of this was your fault.” Lawrence moved his hand an inch toward her before hesitating, and pulling back. “I was the one who brought you to a place I wasn't equipped to handle. I should never have even requested invitations. I only did so-”

“No!” she snapped, her voice rising and quickly returning to a shaky mumble. “You didn't do anything wrong. The night would've gone fine if I…if I just dressed right, and danced right.”

And then, in a volume so low he could hardly make it out, she whispered what Lawrence was thinking, and nearly said himself.

“I just…wanted to impress you. And I ruined it.”

Lawrence reached out and lay his hand on hers. She sank down to the floor and leaned her head on his shoulder, seemingly just as drained as he had been. The two sat together in a silence Lawrence didn't immediately know how to fill.

According to his etiquette studies, he had planned the perfect date. A beautiful castle, the ideal setting. The noble and powerful, ideal company. All it lacked was an ideal man, who knew how to act and talk and dance. One who didn't have to hide from the sun, or use psionic power to convince citizens not to murder him.

But it wasn't in an illithid's nature to admit fault, and he had already apologized more than enough. Therefore, it was the date, and the books, that were imperfect. All he had to do was find something that fit him.

“I will make amends for this night, I assure you. I'll find a quieter place, where we can-” he paused, realizing he may have thought too far ahead. “Of course, that assumes you'd even wish to try again. I understand if you're hesitant.”

“No, I…I'd love to.” Carylin looked up, her voice steady and her face slightly restored. “We can just stay in your room, next time.”

“Are you certain? It's not much of a-” Lawrence hesitated for a moment, hastily replacing a word he found himself unprepared to say, “-an outing, to remain at home. I'd imagine you'd rather be taken somewhere, to a tavern for a meal at least, if not someplace fancier.”

“Well, that does sound nice.” She smiled. “But I want us both to have a good time, and I don't want you to have to worry about hiding who you are. It's only a good date if everyone likes it, y'know?”

As Lawrence considered what she said, and resolved to make some notes of his own in his etiquette books, Carylin sat up a little straighter. Then she leaned close and pressed her lips against his skin, on the bony ridge just below his eye. A kiss on the cheek, if he were human.

She pulled back and wiped her mouth. “Er, sorry, probably should've asked first,” she mumbled with a newly reddened face.

“No, that's quite alright. You've provided me with one good memory of this night,” Lawrence said, and thinking back to the beginning of the night, appended his statement. “At least one, possibly more.”

Carylin grinned and stood from the bathroom floor. “Well, I've had a memorable night too. See you tomorrow, for work?”

“Yes. Perhaps an hour later than normal, if you'd like. I may need to rest awhile.”

“Gotcha.” She headed toward the door and out into his chambers, vanishing into footsteps that slowly faded away.

But before all was quiet, Lawrence thought he heard her voice. It was distant, and soft, so much so that he could hardly make it out. She didn't return to make sure he heard the message, though, and he suspected that was for a reason. His assistant had estimated the range of his ears, and didn't want him to hear her.

She didn't know, however, that an illithid’s hearing was mostly impaired by multiple sounds mixing together. When her voice was all there was, it was much clearer. And while Lawrence wasn't absolutely certain, he thought he heard the word ‘love’.

#writing tag tbd #i keep feeling like i should do more editing on this one #mostly because im not as good at editing longer pieces #but i gotta just throw it out into the world someday #or i wont write anything else lol

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aitchnkay · 8 months

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Jiang Gunian Made A Change Part 18

Character archetypes exist for a reason, Xia KeXin mused, watching Jiang YanLi almost scurrying from the Jin section of the camp to stop to talk with Lan WangJi and then hurry off to the Nie camp. Maybe Miss MXTX read Pride and Prejudice, and maybe she didn't. Either way, everyone knows that the Miss Elizabeth Bennett archetype marries the Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy archetype. And Miss Jane Bennett marries Mr. Charles Bingley. Miss YanLi is obviously more of a Jane Bennett so why did she marry a Darcy figure? Xia KeXin looked down the street to where Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi were packing. MXTX got that pairing right. Wei Ying is such an Elizabeth Bennett to Lan Zhan's Darcy. Colin Firth is the sexiest Mr. Darcy on screen; I'll allow this Lan Zhan or his actor Wang YiBo would give him a run for his money in the wet shirt contest. Why did I have to transmigrate into a forty-seven year old fortune teller instead of into one of their bodies? She looked down at her wrinkled skin on her hands and sighed. I'm not even that old. Back home women in their forties were still getting their groove on. Here? Everything hurts when I wake up. Or try sitting on the mats. Thank God for that carpenter! She had found one of the Wen civilians was a carpenter and commissioned him to make her a rocking chair. It had been a grueling process, as he'd never tried to make the curved runners, and she had no idea how to draw a rocking chair to scale, but the end product was well worth it. Several other women had openly eyed the rocker, thinking how useful it would be to be able to sit comfortably while nursing babies or trying to put them to sleep. Or for just taking an afternoon rest.

But back to Jiang YanLi. Obviously Jane Bennett marries Mr. Bingley. Wealthy, kind to everyone, the part where Mr. Bennett says they'll outspend their income is optional, I suppose. As are his annoying sisters and bland brother-in-law. Jin ZiXuan is wealthy, so.... She frowned at her crochet project. Wealthy, yes. But too damn proud to be Bingley. And definitely not kind enough. He's definitely a Darcy 2.0 more than a Bingley. Yeah, so he ends up completely besotted with YanLi. Big whoop. She deserves someone who doesn't need to be smacked in the proverbial face before he realizes what kind of woman she is. So... wealthy and kind? The only one here that fits that bill is... Lan XiChen? Xia KeXin rocked a bit faster, thinking of how the handsome sect leader looked standing next to Jiang YanLi. They do look good together, don't they.... YanLi looks good in that pale lavender she perfers, so I'm guessing that she'll look good in those pastel blues XiChen wears, too. She can even mix and match, probably... White under robes with lavender as her next layer and her outer layers blue.... Or purple, white, blue? That would probably look best? Or... what's that... ombrage? No. What's it called? Xia KeXin internally rolled her eyes at failing to remember the word. It's right on the fucking tip of my tongue! Ombrange? Katie did it to her hair right before we went on vacation, too. In almost the same colors as I'm trying to see for YanLi. Shit! Blue on top fading into purple at the bottom. Not ombrage! She looked up at the sky and mentally screamed at herself. "Got my tongue stuck between my eyeteeth, so I can't see what I'm saying," she spoke out loud in English.

"Did you say something?" a woman passing by asked.

"Just talking to myself," Xia KeXin smiled. Ombre! That's the word. Or Ballyage. I am such a dumb idiot sometimes. Ombrage. What the Hell, Summer? Don't you dare lose your English. It's all I have to remind myself who I was.

She picked up her crochet project and continued the row, thinking about how to get Jane and Bingley together. It just made more sense than Jane and Darcy 2.0.

#wangxian #the untamed #chen qing ling #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #cql #jiang yanli #wei ying #lan zhan #wei wuxian #lan wangji

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ticklish-n-stuff · 2 years

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Unusual spot p.3

Uhh whoops, my hands slipped and ended up writing this fic aldhakdhskhd. Anyways, I keep seeing alot of MafuEmu content so ofc I wanted to do something with them :3

For some reason I feel the NEED to give purple scrunklies all the weird tickle spots lolol

Hope y'all enjoy~!

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Mafuyu x Emu (romantic fufufu :3)

Lee: Mafuyu

Ler: Emu

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was a lazy Sunday, Mafuyu had gone over to her girlfriend's house to 'study'. Well Mafuyu was, Emu on the other hand was too in deep watching whatever silly cartoons were playing on tv. Typically Mafuyu would lightly scold her for lacking on her studies, but this time she decided to let it slide since she's the cutest girlfriend in the world or whatever. They were both seated in the Otori's living room, with Mafuyu reading a school book. She had gotten so comfy on the living room couch that she didn't realize she had propped up her legs across Emu's lap. Of course she didn't mind, Emu found it quite endearing. As she payed her attention back to the cartoons, Emu started to unconsciouly stroke up and down Mafuyu's calves.

"Ah-!" the purple haired girl let out a startled gasp at the tickly feel. "Emu that tickles..." she said slightly embarrassed.

"Wait... your calves are ticklish?!" Emu asked out loud, even startling her girlfriend.

"Y-yeah so please stop, I'm trying to study" Mafuyu went back to her usual stoic tone. It wasn't fair, Emu thought. It was Sunday, they should be doing something fun, not studying! As Emu looked down with a slight pout, she got a mischevious idea in order to get her girlfriend to loosen up.

As Mafuyu was once again focused on her studies, she suddenly felt that funny feeling along her legs again. "Ehehemu I said stahap it!" she couldn't hold back the soft giggles that poured out of her lips, so she opted to cover up her face with her book.

"Are you kidding?! You didn't tell me you were ticklish here, so now I've gotta make up for lost time~!" Emu came up with that silly excuse in order to keep tickling her girlfriend. What's funny is that even though Mafuyu complained, she still kept her legs in her lap. Clearly she must be having fun as well, Emu would know of course. "Kitchy kitchy coo~" teased the pink haired girl as she lightly skittered her small fingers up and down Mafuyu's calves.

"Eek!! Ahahahaha!" she instantly threw her head back in laughter at the tease. It was kinda hard to tell with her book in the way, but Emu swore she saw a soft blush creeping up her cheeks.

"Hehe this is fun! Coochi coochi coo~!" Emu gave a light squeeze to the tickle spot.

"GAH!" Mafuyu's book went flying out of her hands when she violently jerked at the squeeze. Now her flushed face and wobbly, genuine smile was exposed in all it's glory.

Emu couldn't help but smile at her as she kept squeezing her calves. "Woooow it's so cute how ticklish you are here~!".

"EMU DOHOHOAHAHAN'T!" Mafuyu let out an uncharacteristic squeal as she lightly kicked her legs out. Her smile got even wider from how hard she was laughing. She clutched her hands around her tummy as she laughed herself silly.

Seeing as her eyes were starting to get watery, Emu stopped squeezing and opted to rub the ticklish area, trying to get rid of the ghost tingles. Even with the tickles gone, Mafuyu couldn't help but keep giggling from how giddy she felt. She tried muffling them with her hand, but Emu could still hear them in all it's glory. It was like music to her ears, the uncontrollable squeaky little giggles from her girlfriend.

Once she finally calmed down, softly gasping for air, Emu spoke up "So... wanna watch cartoons with me?" she asked carefully, hoping she hadn't upset her girlfriend.

Mafuyu let out a soft sight and said "Sure". She crawled on over to Emu's side of the couch, placing her head on her lap this time. Emu felt all giddy whenever her girlfriend showed signs of affections like these. She quickly went to gently scratch at her scalp, enjoying the soft hums of satisfaction that came out of Mafuyu. This is what Sunday's were meant for, watching silly cartoons and cuddling your partner... and maybe some tickles in between~.

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I should get an award for finally writing a fic/j

Also, where are the pjsekai fans at?? I feel like I don't hear much for this fandom recently. Like I'l get requests/asks for my other fandoms and it's pretty balanced but for this one I don't get much. Sekai fans come back, I'm still very obsessed with this game😭💖

Also I didn't proofread this, sorry not sorry aodhskhdks

#project sekai #tickle #tickle fic #fic #project sekai tickle #colorful stage #colorful stage tickle #colorful stage tickle fic #project sekai tickle fic #mafuyu asahina #emu otori #lee!mafuyu #ler!emu

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starilicious · 3 years

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the bad batch as colors: a headcanon

》 word count: 1010 words

》 a/n: i thought this was a cute idea and i think i may have gone slightly overboard but let's just ignore that. enjoy!

》 misc. notes:

• pls correct me on the chakra if i'm wrong! i'm indian, but i'm not hindu, so there may be some inaccuracies that i didn't catch :)

echo: green 💚

calm and collected

soothing, much like how nature is

green is a survival color, and for two reasons

1) for anyone to survive out in the wilderness, you have to camouflage with your surroundings--hence why green is a common camouflage color

2) echo survived so much and has kept going, just like the soldier he is. he moved forward and regrew, so to speak. mad respect for this man

he also seems to be one of the most balanced members of tbb

not only with his skills, but with his mindset

it's really inspiring tbh

okay this just turned into an echo love letter….. moving on

tech: blue 💙

blue is THE color for technology

aka why it’s perfect for tech!

also calm and collected, like green

blue-colored stars are the hottest stars temperature-wise

and this is relevant because tech is very passionate about whatever topic he talks about, and passion is often correlated to heat!

but blue is also quite soothing and serene--a very constant color, much like what the outside of a ship looks like when you're in hyperspace

tech seems to embody the vishuddha chakra, which is coincidentally blue in color (if i remember my chakras right lol)! this chakra, when balanced, means you feel confident, are great at communicating, and are super creative (to name a few)

when unbalanced, it's difficult to express yourself well, something i think tech often struggles with because of his intelligence

he has so much knowledge he wants to impart on others, but people aren't always willing to listen to him

so he may feel like he needs to limit himself instead of expressing himself

okay that got a bit sad BUT THE POINT IS: tech has his ups and downs and he's working through them like the genius legend that he is

omega: pink 💖

pink usually reminds people of romance, but i think in omega's case, it means something more along the lines of sensitivity and innocence

as a kid, she still has that childish innocence despite growing up with a war raging around and now constantly being on the run

so basically what i'm trying to say is that pink embodies being young, which is exactly what omega is!

she's also pretty sensitive

not just emotionally, but sensitive to her environment as well

she can read the room in so many ways before you can even think to snap your fingers

such an admirable trait

the best part is that she knows that about herself and uses her skillset to her advantage like a queen

wrecker: yellow 💛

alright folks, as we all know, yellow = sunshine and sunshine = wrecker

therefore, by the the only geometric property i remember from my freshman year math class (transitive property), yellow = wrecker

thanks for coming to my TED talk

okay okay, on a much more serious level, yellow is the color for happiness and positivity and kindness, all of which wrecker is extremely attuned to

much like omega, he can read the room very well, probably better than omega can honestly

i'm convinced it's his superpower

it's such a warm color, just like his personality

slightly unrelated but wrecker is an actual heater, and therefore a soft, warm marshmallow–i don't make the rules

(wrecker is basically star wars baymax)

even though he’s the macho man of tbb and can get pretty physical, wrecker is quite mindful of himself and how what people can say/do affects others

he is so emotionally intelligent that it HURTS honestly

yellow people also give the best hugs

hunter: red ❤️

red is a power color, which is very important quality to have in a leader

going along with the theme of power, it’s quite a bold and confident color too

this definitely embodies hunter’s capabilities since he is willing to lead his squad through risky missions and come out victorious without any doubts

unrelated, but i just realized his bandana is red

(i shall let you draw your own conclusions about that)

even though red is known for being very bright and almost in your face, i feel like there’s something subdued about it, especially when it comes to deeper reds

there’s a quiet sort of familiarity, something that can ground people easily

so for example, in high stress situations, hunter can pull everyone back together and recenter them easily because it comes to him so naturally

it’s just another reason out of a bajillion as to why hunter is such a masterful leader!

crosshair: purple 💜

crosshair is a very subtle guy

he has a muted and dignified kind of confidence to him, kind of similar to hunter

i would argue that cross is not black as much as he is purple because of the fearlessly mysterious aura he carries–it’s not dark and brooding, like the way a black mystery would be

you can never tell what’s going through his head, what his next move will be–this feeds into the mystery

purple is also a very protective color

crosshair certainly gives off protective vibes, especially when it comes to tech in my opinion

(i imagine tech got bullied a lot for his intelligence/his manner of constantly speaking, so cross would make sure he could protect him because he really cares about his brother and wants him to feel safe)

regardless, he would do anything for his family...i know he’s fighting against that stupid biochip as hard as he can (there’s a reason his sharp shots are always missing his brothers by a hair and serving as “warning shots”)

he’s extremely strong in that sense–the fact that he is constantly at war with the soldier inside him goes to show that he has the strength to sacrifice anything to keep his family safe

if anything, it’s a terribly noble act

and in the west, purple is considered the color of power and nobility

i'll just let you sit with that thought

(my gosh, this really took a hard left into angst town, i did not mean for this to happen… whoops)

please consider reblogging! it really helps me and is super encouraging ^_^

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fragileahoges · 3 years

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fresh paint 一 danganronpa oneshot

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: byakuya moves in with nagito and kokichi, and realizes it may not be as bad as he originally thought. THIS IS NOT THE FULL ONE SHOT.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff

𝐓𝐖: none

From the moment that Byakuya Togami stepped into his new home, the sun peeking in through the windows, he knew he'd never find another moment of peace in his life. He'd never feel real happiness again, and all chances & hopes of becoming a better person quickly diminished. He would never feel content as long as he lived inside these restricting walls.

Okay, maybe he was being dramatic. He had bought the house, after all, and he wouldn't have done so in the first place if he hadn't been 100% sure that he was ready to accept any & all consequences that came with the purchase.

A small boy with purple hair shot past him, cheering & whooping as he danced around the empty house. "This house is mine! I rule over everyone here!" he chanted over and over again, laughing maniacally.

Byakuya sighed. Nope, he didn't think he was being dramatic at all. Kokichi Oma was the most annoying person he had ever met, & now here he was, living with him. Why did he ever agree to do this? Because he wanted so badly to be under the same roof as the boys? Seemed unlikely, but he wasn't going to dwell on it any longer.

Nagito Komaeda walked in after Kokichi, holding a big, brown box in his hands that was labeled Kitchen & Living Room (⅓). He smiled sheepishly at the shorter boy hopping around, walking over to the island and placing the box down on top of it. He inhaled the scent of the new house and turned to Byakuya. "Heh, I still can't believe you agreed to this. We thought you were going to shut us down on the idea almost automatically."

Byakuya shook his head, flabbergasted. Why did Kokichi have so much energy, and why did he feel like it'd conveniently drain right when the time came to unpack? "I'm starting to think I should've. I'm already getting a migraine." Nagito laughed softly, and the two made their way back outside to the moving van to retrieve more boxes while Kokichi hummed loudly to himself as he frolicked aimlessly around the house.

During that period of time, Byakuya allowed his mind to wander. He hadn't expected for himself to agree to such a foolish proposal so easily. Obviously both Nagito & Kokichi hadn't expected the sudden approval either, for their mouths were on the ground when they realized that the Byakuya Togami had actually decided to go along with their usual "brain-shrinking" plans.

It had slipped out of Byakuya's mouth before he could even blink. The idea of living with Kokichi and Nagito, despite having been friends with them for a good amount of time, was foreign to the heir. In fact, even living with someone sounded absurd to Byakuya. He only needed himself and himself only, or so he thought. Yet, his sudden agreement came so quickly that it had to have meant something. Byakuya wasn't normally impulsive; he did everything with practiced precision. So an abrupt answer that he didn't back down on even after how shocked he was...it meant he was progressing as a person, as a friend. Somewhere. Somehow.

Oddly enough, that was comforting.

During their fifth trip to the house (the boxes were surprisingly heavy), Kokichi waddled up to them and pointed down the hall towards the rooms. "We still have to pick out our rooms! Who's claiming the biggest one?"

"Me, obviously," Byakuya replied, tone as cold as ice. "I bought this house." Kokichi mocked him, raising his hand and opening & closing his fingers together every time the heir spoke, like a sock puppet but without the sock.

"You probably just got it handed to you," he replied teasingly. "Fine, then I get the second biggest room!"

"The other rooms are all the same size." Byakuya's comment made Kokichi huff, while Nagito lightened up a little bit, almost as if he was dreading being told he was going to get the smallest room. Byakuya didn't doubt it.

"Could you help with the boxes, Kokichi?" Nagito asked, taking off his parka and tying it around his waist, wiping the back of his hand over his forehead with a long sigh. Byakuya had to hand it to him; he too had discarded his overcoat. The boxes were harder to carry than he originally believed, and his muscles already felt strained. He was so used to people doing things for him that being independent now all of a sudden was exhausting. Kokichi groaned.

"Do I have to? I'm feeling tired," he asked, laying down on the floor and pretending to fall asleep. Byakuya was right. Kokichi had energy until it was actually needed. Nagito sighed, walking back out of the house. Byakuya chose not to press the matter, instead shooting the purple haired boy a glare and following Nagito out. He heard another loud groan, and then the pitter-patter of footsteps. "Guys, it was a lie! I'm not actually tired. I can help just fine."

Kokichi joined the expedition to get the boxes inside. Within one hour, they had made all their trips, and they were close to death by the time they were finished. Even the water they drank didn't cool the sensation of heat licking at their bodies every time they stepped outside. And when Nagito reminded the two other boys that they still had to unpack everything, Byakuya decided to hire people to do it for them.

note: well, i hope you liked this small excuse of a post! i absolutely adore all three antagonists (emphasis on togami), and i thought this AU i thought of randomly was the cutest thing ever. if you don't understand really what's happening, or if you would like to know more, let me go more into detail for you!

i'm writing an antag AU that will be posted to AO3 soon. the three main antagonists (byakuya, nagito, & kokichi) move into a house for literally no reason other than they want to. along the way, they grow closer, have fun, & most importantly, develop as people and as friends. it's all just lots of fluff and chaos, and i wanted to write it because i couldn't stop imagining the power they have as friends. there will also be naegami, saioma, and komahina every so often bc i said so :)

they can also be read as standalone oneshots, which is why i'll be posting snippets of the chapter i'm working on every now and then. it's not out yet, but it will be by the end of the week, and i'll be sure to post about it as soon as i can!

i am open to critique, as long as you are not too harsh. thanks for reading! <3

UPDATE: it's out! read it here :)

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arkon-z · 3 years

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Flufftober Day 5 - Sunrise

Read it here on AO3!

Victory

There was little to say, now. A weary silence seemed to fall over everything as the world caught its breath. Central Hyrule was nearly in ruins, but the Guardian onslaught had finally been quelled. Riju, weary to her bones, took in the sight. The other Divine Beasts had arrived just in time; she hadn't been sure how much longer she and Lady Urbosa might have been able to keep fighting.

Riju felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Lady Urbosa giving a warm smile.

"I couldn't have done that without your help," she said. "Thank you."

Riju fidgeted, still uncertain how to respond to direct praise from her hero.

"Not at all," she replied. She looked over the field again; with the towns and settlements in ruins, it more closely resembled the Central Hyrule of her time. The thought saddened her a little. At least the people here had been able to evacuate before the Guardian invasion. This Hyrule still had a chance, even if it didn't feel like it.

"I think it's going to be a beautiful sunrise," said Lady Urbosa, facing east.

The light of dawn was just beginning to tint the darkened sky to a gentle purple. It wouldn't be long before the world was shining with a new day, and Riju smiled at the thought.

Suddenly, a sphere of perfect golden light erupted from behind the Dueling Peaks. Riju felt her heart in her throat as she realized it must have come from Fort Hateno. If it meant what she thought it did, then Princess Zelda had finally unlocked her power.

But what about Link?

Was history doomed to repeat itself, even with the help of the four travelers from the future? Had they saved the four Champions, only to lose the fifth?

Before Riju could wonder any further, the golden light washed over her. Something gentle seemed to brush against her spirit, renewing her energy, soothing her anxiety. As it did, she sensed Princess Zelda's shock and wonder at her new strength. And in that moment, she saw what the princess saw - the sorcerer flinching in pain, Impa staring in astonishment, and Link, alive and well, with a ghost of a smile on his face. Then the vision was gone, leaving only hope and excitement. She turned to Lady Urbosa to ask if she had seen it, but the expression on her face was one of stunned disbelief. Riju reached for her, hesitant.

"Are you alright-"

Lady Urbosa raised her arms and threw her head back, letting out a wild ululation. The sudden noise startled Riju, but not nearly as much as Urbosa grabbing her and spinning her around, laughing and singing with joy, even as tears rolled down her face.

"She did it!" Urbosa cried. "She did it! I always knew she would!"

Poor Riju was utterly baffled at the sight of the dignified woman, this legendary hero, whooping and cheering like a loon. But she couldn't dwell on it for long; Urbosa's excitement and relief were contagious and soon Riju was laughing with her. They came to a stop to catch their breath, and Urbosa sighed happily.

"Oh, our little bird," she said, glancing up at the sky. "You would be so proud of her…"

She turned to look down at Riju. "I'm proud of you too, you know. You did very well."

The girl just nodded, still uncertain about what to make of the elder chief's display of exuberance. Urbosa noticed her hesitation and gave her a puzzled look.

"What is it?"

"I - it's a little strange to see you acting so wild. Isn't a Gerudo Chief supposed to be, you know, mature and dignified?"

Urbosa leaned in to better look her in the eyes. "We're allowed to have emotions, Riju. We may be leaders and examples to our people, but we're still human. We can cry when we're upset and we can cheer and shout when we're happy. Maturity is about good judgment, not holding ourselves back when we feel excited. Especially not when we have something like this to celebrate."

Riju grinned. "Yes! And this victory is something to celebrate!"

"That's right!" Urbosa straightened and planted her hands on her hips, grinning excitedly. "And what do the Gerudo say to victory?"

Riju copied her stance, squaring her shoulders. "Glory to our sisters, misfortune to our enemies, and may the next be even greater!"

They threw their heads back, ululating together. Vah Naboris rumbled under their feet and let out its haunting mechanical roar with them, and Riju sensed amusement. In the distance, each of the other Beasts roared as well, and the two Gerudo knew that the other Champions were celebrating as well.

#riju #urbosa #team mom urbosa #fanfic #my fanfic #fluff #flufftober2021 #hwaoc #age of calamity #urbosa never misses a teachable moment #and i love the mental image of lighting mom whooping and hollering like her favorite team just scored a goal

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talesofsonicasura · 4 years

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Diamonds and Voodoo

You Do Voodoo

A mysterious visitor comes to Morioh. Paths diverge and intertwine with the various townfolks of this crazy, noisy bizarre town. And it all started with a good deed touched by a bit of magic.

Good deeds tend to create ripples throughout what we know as life. Sometimes an act of kindness can lead to great rewards. At rare times the road to hell is often paid with good intentions. Nevertheless, this type of charity has a habit of changing the future of one or many individuals. For sometimes, a grand adventure begins with that very act of kindness.

"Look out!" Morioh, a small town amongst the middle of nowhere quite unlike many cities found in Japan. A type of place that tends to be quiet but also hosts some oddities within its dwellings. Unlike many small towns, Morioh would become ground zero for a strand of very bizarre events and each with their own level of danger.

A car was parked awkwardly sideways between the road and crosswalk. Upon closer inspection, this was a crash as the front end was inward from the telephone pole currently wedged inside the bright red metal. To the side was an abandoned bicycle alongside a police officer and what many from this town could call a foreigner. The officer holded the visitor close to his chest almost awkwardly, the telltale of being grabbed.

The officer was an older and surprisingly buff male, darkened grey hair hidden under his cap, eyes that had a natural glint of kindness despite the concern now shining for the person in their arms. A would-be victim of the car accident was a young woman around her late teens, between 16 or 17 from the bits of remaining baby fat still left on her face.

Her skin was slightly tanned in a more climate related basis, such as sun exposure than natural skin tone, hair a short messy lime green hidden under the top jaw of a dinosaur-esque skull, a 5'8 body that was slim, lean and had moderate bust along with curves, but it was her eyes and her arms that drew the most attention.

The young woman's arms were decorated in wavy almost vine patterned tribal markings with a four toes pad on each shoulder and her eyes had a unique case of heterochromia with the right being a normal orange but the entire left eye was blue except for a single white pupil. Her outfit consisted of dark blue fingerless gloves, red sneakers, light brown cargo shorts, a black bra and opened orange vest outlined in red.

"You okay there missy? That car almost hit you if I didn't pull you away in time." The officer questioned, his voice soft and kind in a sort of grandfatherly way. She merely looked up at him with a large impish smile. Not even scared or off-put that a speeding car almost made the teen paste on the street.

"I'm good mister! Just glad no one else got hurt either. Car accidents aren't something normal folks can handle and I rather get hurt than somebody else! I'm more than capable of taking some nasty hits!" The woman's peppy, slightly loud and light chuckle paired with the slightly morbid words had thrown the officer for a loop before he strangely found himself chuckling too.

"Hahaha. Well aren't you an odd but thoughtful young lady? I wish some of my friends on the force had that kind of energy. Everyone's been down as of late and honestly needs a pep talk or two." The greenette looked at his badge for a moment as if scanning for his name. Something that was quick to find apparently as it read 'Ryohei Higashitaka'.

With that in hand, she then reached into the pocket of her cargo while silently whispering his name. The officer or Ryohei honestly looked a bit surprised when the youth produced a peculiar item. It was a small brown wooden charm carved into a smiling mask. The mask was painted with red lips, yellow with green outlined eyes, large reddish eyebrows and four small feathers ranging from yellow, orange, purple and red.

"Please take this mister as a sign of gratitude. It's a good luck charm carved into the likeness of Aku-Aku, a spirit of protection. This charm shall ward off a great disaster in your future." The older man took the odd charm with a soft smile and looked it over. He softly chuckles before patting her head.

"Why thank you! It's pretty adorable and well crafted! I'll make sure to keep it close. Good luck is something a lot of people nowadays…" His eyes widened a bit upon realization. "Whoops! Careless me! I forgot to ask for a name. I am Ryohei Higashitaka, an officer of the Morioh Police Department. What's your name missy? I need it to file a report for ya and if you want to press charges." She merely gave an impish smile with a bit of her tongue sticking out.

"It's Taki-Taki, Taki-Taki Bandicoot."

Budo-ga Oka Middle and High School, one of the few schools within Morioh. A joint school where grades between 6 and 11th are together instead of being separate. It was also a place that had a quite an amount of delinquents which make up some of the school's student body.

Walking towards this destination from the local town square was a mountain of a man in very odd clothing. Hair was jet black and well groomed, eyes a bright ocean blue, body sculpted like a Greek God from every single inch out of 6'5 and a natural scowlish look on his face. Nearly all his clothes, from his coat, pants, shoes and torn back hat with golden pins stylized to spell Jo were white except for the man's shirt which was pitch black.

The man was currently looking over a paper, a report or letter from highly detailed it was in both text and a few select photos. His brows wrinkled in aggravation before muttering a soft 'Yare Yare Daze' under his breath. "Godamnit old man. You're too old to be causing this type of bullshit." He hissed, rough, husky and slightly aggravated tone to his voice making a few people steer clear of his vicinity.

Well… not just that. Unknown to the raven in question, there was something odd looking over his shoulder. This peculiarity was a mask of sorts. It looked vaguely human but the light blue material used to craft it was spectral from how it softly glow like wisps in the night sky.

An Aztec type crown at the top with four flat points as if it was a piece from a gear, large carved ears with faint spiral at the center, pure white eyes and mouth outlined in mauve, and the same mauve color to imitate flat eyebrows. Bystanders seeing the mask either quickened their step or blamed this bizarre sight as 'too much coffee' or 'no more liquor in the morning.'

"Huh. Guess an old man in his late 60s can get laid. Oh, so that's where the gardens are!" The young man nearly bit his tongue in shock from both the raspy, light and almost nerdy sounding male voice but also the fact it came from a floating tiki mask that took a closer look at his document.

He couldn't get a word out of his mouth as the mask flew off with surprising speed. "A Stand?! That means there's a Stand User nearby! You ain't getting away from me!" A bright golden aura began to burn around the adult upon giving chase to the airborne oddity. On the sidewalk, the man's shadow grew with the addition of a more peculiar one.

A few minutes passed when the chase was called off upon the mask being too far in the air to pursue, the extra shadow vanished as the adult male let a growl in annoyance. He lowers his hat with a curse. "Damn it. If that thing's responsible for the recent incidents going on in this town…" The man then went to a payphone before dialing in a number.

"This is Jotaro Kujo. Tell the heads of the Speedwagon Foundation that there is confirmed Stand activity in Morioh. Look into the database about a Stand in shape of a glowing blue mask and the possibility if it's connected to Dio." The phone was slammed down as the white coat of the man fluttered while he left.

"Poke!" A finger poking the little snout of a box turtle that had swam up from the water of the makeshift pond seated by a small bus stop. Sitting on the curb of the pond beside was the odd Taki-Taki, currently petting the small reptilian much to its pleasure. "You're a handsome turtle, aren't you? Much nicer than the big ones back home." She cooed while the turtle rubbed itself against her hand clearly in love with the kind contact.

A little whimper had the young woman look around in utter confusion. Soft heterochromia eyes soon met bright baby blue ones tinged with a bit of fear. That fear directed to the little reptile nipping at the greenette's fingers.

A 5'11 muscular young man with blue violet hair tended neatly into a large pompadour, a dark violet gakuran pinned with a yellow heart and gold peace on each side of his chest, sunshine yellow shirt that peeked through the gap of his uniform coat, and dark boots were the owner of these baby blue orbs.

"You okay? Look like you're about to pee yourself." Taki-Taki questioned upon the fidgeting male still looking at the turtle as if it tried to eat him. He immediately calmed down a bit now noticing he wasn't exactly alone, cheeks dusting a bright red. "I'm so sorry! Reptiles just give me the willies that's all, mostly turtles." His soft and slightly rough almost if still adjusting practically rattled with nervousness.

She merely chuckled whilst waving off any concern. "It's alright! Everyone is afraid of something so no harm done. Plus this little handsome fellow is much more kinder than the ones I've seen in Turtle Woods. Those turtles were mean and one tried to steal my hat!" Her spare hand pointed at the dinosaur skull on her head since the other was still petting the shelled reptile.

The pompadour wearing young man shivered upon the two words 'Turtle Woods' but was honestly thankful that she wasn't making fun of him for his phobia. Taki-Taki then stood up whilst petting the turtle's head one more time. "I better go! Promised to get some stuff with my friend Lani-Loli and we're supposed to meet up at the gardens! Chou!" And she was gone with a pep to her step.

"My name is Josuke Higashitaka… And she's gone. Maybe I'll see her again." The sound of male cursing grew as the purple pomp prince noticed a bunch of male students coming over to him. Delinquents from their rude, downlooking and glaring faces, something that only made him sigh. Days like these tend to suck.

The Higashitaka household, home to the Higashitaka family which consisted of the older police officer Ryohei, his daughter but also single mother Tomoko and Tomoko's son Josuke. A lively place from the unique personalities of the three living inside. Well, it wasn't like this right now.

Peculiar water slipping away from the house window almost like a cobra finished with their prey. A fact so true upon the still body of the family matriarch lying lifeless on the floor. Face carved in blood coated horror slowly changes to a pristine clean outlook through a soft golden aura. Almost if the man died in his slumber and not of gruesome supernatural murder.

The golden aura belonging to a bubblegum arm coated in crystalline diamond armor soon vanishes inside the body of Josuke. Behind Josuke was Jotaro, the man clad in white being a relative, his nephew shockingly taken into consideration that his grandfather was the pomp prince's father. Who knew?

And the older man could only look at the teen that was his uncle trying to coax his dead grandfather back to life with sympathetic pity. Aquamarine eyes that always seemed stuck in a perpetual glare now softened at the scene. The look of someone who had seen a death like this before. Or to be more precise, had experienced such a grizzly sight.

Jotaro knew that this wasn't the time for grief fueled hysterics. There were more pressing matters and dangers ready to drown them from the inside. "Josuke…" Any further words from the older man, alongside any actions from the teen immediately stopped upon one thing. Subtle movement originating from the chest of the officer's corpse before them.

A sickly sweet scent reminiscent of cherries filled the air along with the soft sizzle of something burning. Thin wisps of smoke coming from the body's chest pocket spurred Josuke to go into the clothing's pouch. Baby blue eyes widened seeing a small brown tiki charm in his hands but specifically the feathers that were turning to dust.

"A voodoo charm?" The purplette's attention immediately went back to the corpse of his grandfather. His still chest slowly began to rise and fall almost as if… "He's breathing." It was the only conclusion Jotaro came to upon the subtle movements. The charm in the teenager's hands fully became ash once his previously deceased grandfather sat up looking purely confused.

"Ooh my head… I don't remember my favorite booze having that strong of a kick. Josuke? What are you doing here since I thought you were going out? Who's this guy? And why are you crying?" Ryohei didn't expect to wake up to such a scene or his own grandson to hug him so hard thinking he was about to kick the bucket.

He was quick however to notice the scent of cherry in the air alongside a missing weight in his breast pocket. "Did someone light a scented candle and where did my good luck charm go? Was I mugged or something Josuke?" The elderly man's inquiry had the two younger men share the same look. They needed answers.

/"You want to know who gave me that charm? Well, it was a young girl around my grandson's age. She had green hair, heterochromia with her eyes being orange and blue, and had what looked like a dinosaur skull on her head. Said her name Taki-Taki Bandicoot and came into town looking for ingredients. The charm was based off of a guardian of protection... Aku-Aku I believe she said."/

Information that had both Jotaro and his younger uncle running through the streets of Morioh in a hurry. Ryohei had been put into protective custody with a short call from whoever the raven had pretty high connections to. Something that man would have refused if it wasn't for the fact his son was crying. Josuke only cried when things were at the absolute worst. This made it easier to search without the man being in danger once more.

"I never thought my life would have gotten this insane. First an escaped death row inmate capable of killing his victims from the inside with water and now a Stand User capable of bringing back the dead! Things weren't like this until you came to town!" The highschooler quipped as if to ignore the harsh ache going through his legs.

"Your life was bound to become bizarre the moment you awakened your Stand, no, the moment you were born with Joestar blood. A curse everyone in this damned bloodline has. So don't blame me for the shitshow." Jotaro fired back in absolute annoyance. Their destination was the place mentioned by the woman when Josuke encountered her, Morioh's Springroll Garden.

"Maybe she can remove it? She does know voodoo and it does involve a lot of curse thingies? Do you think Taki-Taki can get rid of my fear of turtles?" The teenager's question was merely met with an eye roll from Jotaro. He was going to shout back an insult until something caught his eyes.

A lone figure standing amongst a large collection of various flora and vegetation belonging to one of Morioh's famous landmarks. More accurately a lonehuman figure and a soft blue floating oddity by them that was very damn familiar to the male clad in white. "There she is and that's the Stand I saw earlier!"

Taki-Taki was currently plucking a few mushrooms from underneath the bushes that provided their moist dark home and placed them into a small straw basket. Springroll Garden was a place where people could pick their vast garden by purchasing a special ticket and take home an entire basket full of items.

"It's kind of cool that the town has such a garden like this. Especially when it guarantees a free basket of fresh goods for first time visitors too!" The luminescent mask said with a big smile while looking at a bush full of white roses. His green haired friend merely let out a chuckle in agreement before speaking. "Same here pal. Makes it a lot easier to find the things needed to work my magic."

A loud shout had the two look up to see some familiar faces running their way. "Wouldn't you know? Hey Pompadour Prince, fancy seeing you here!" Taki-Taki's nickname immediately had the boy stop in his tracks. Face burning in anger until the words finally hitting turned that anger into pure confusion. The sudden confusion didn't stop the mask from cowering behind the greenette.

"Pompadour Prince?" He questioned while pointing to himself, clearly confused. "You kidding? That's the best pompadour I've ever seen. Also, calling you king is going a bit too far since we've barely known each other and aren't in a relationship." Her words caused the male teen to blush a bit paired with a smitten look and cheesy smile.

Jotaro merely elbowed Josuke's shoulder as the highschooler remembered what they were supposed to be doing. "Taki-Taki Bandicoot, we need you to come with us. We already know about you being a Stand User since your Stand is hiding right behind you but also that charm you gave Ryohei Higashitaka before he was attacked."

The greenette merely had a confused look before it immediately narrowed into glare after the words Ryohei Higashitaka and attacked. Her emotions were clearly being felt through the odd mask as it came out of hiding to glare at them. "I knew something bad was bound to happen upon seeing that dark aura. Tell me what you've done to that kind officer before I rip ya putzes a new one!"

Josuke was thrown off guard by the sudden aggression consuming Taki-Taki's features. It was as if a cloak of pure madness just overshadowed that sunny aura of the greenette. The change didn't deter Jotaro who refused to back down at her threat. As if proving his point, a gold aura started to radiate from his body.

"You need to calm down now. We aren't your enemies but I won't hesitate to knock you out even if you're a girl." The man spoke as something appeared from his body like an apparition. It was a humanoid spirit of sorts that appeared to be an Aztec Warrior or barbarian with similar origins.

Just as big and buff as his summoner but a bit more, soft blue skin that outlined a coral inner pink, black hair that flowed like smoke but sparkle as if it was stardust, soft ocean blue eyes and a body armed with white pauldrons painted in gold spirals, black fingerless gold studded gloves, a white scarf around their neck, black knee high boots and a long white loincloth alongside a dark tasset.

Yet, the strange being seemed to only piss off Taki-Taki even further as she went into her pant's pocket to pull out a small crystal orb. "You're going to threaten me with a giant in his skivvies? Alright jackass, hope your ready to party. For this Ooda-Booga Boogie of mine is going to send ya to the hospital!" And she crushed the crystal orb in her hand.

Both men only had seconds until a large blackish pink fist had punched Jotaro's spirit in the face, the ghost and summoner were sent flying out of the garden before kissing the street concrete. Josuke could only blink before seeing the thing responsible for sending his nephew airborne. "Holy shit!" For what stood snarling in front of Taki-Taki was an absolute monster.

A heavily built 9'6 tall slightly deformed anthropomorphic porcupine with vibrant magenta skin overshadowed by a darkish gray hide. A long singular black horn tipped with hot pink, burning crimson eyes that glared down at the man in white, a magenta muzzle overlapped with an giant overbite of fangs, multiple pink tipped black spikes across their back, their right arm covered in black armor in the form of a riot shield, and crimson hakama trousers with a black paw print on the side.

The beast snarled angrily at Jotaro while a trail of drool came down from their razor sharp maw. It then let out a loud and deep inhuman roar almost if challenging anyone foolish enough to face the beast's wrath. Jotaro had gotten back onto his feet, spitting a bit of blood on the road before wiping the remainder from his mouth. Some of it stained bits of his hat a dark crimson. His spirit staring at the beast with an analysistic glare.

"That's one hell of a sucker punch you got there. Quite an ugly bastard of a friend you have, makes me question which one it is though. Is the beast your actual stand or a byproduct of its power?" The question only seemed to aggravate the greenette and the large creature she called upon.

"That 'ugly bastard' is my friend Quill and what is with this Stand garbage anyway?! What I want to know is did you attack Mr. Ryohei?! My charm doesn't just vanish without fulfilling its purpose even if stolen. Now answer me or I'll beat the truth out of you!" Taki-Taki declared with a snarl that held inhumanely sharp teeth.

Josuke didn't have to be a genius to know if he didn't stop these two right now then things were going to get a lot worse. His nephew's Stand went in for a punch while the greenette's large beast followed suit. Neither attack landing their blow as two diamond covered pink hands caught both fists.

The culprit was a giant pink skinned warrior whose body was covered in Corinthian style diamond armor. He was huge with the same type of muscle like Jotaro's spirit, eyes were a bright baby blue that shone through the darkness of the heart top helmet with concern, wires connecting the back of his neck to his back, heart shaped diamond pauldrons with spikes, armor that over lined the side of his arms, legs and back, and diamond plating rings around the fingers.

Unlike Jotaro's Stand or Taki-Taki's giant beast, this one exuded a gentle and kind aura akin to that of a guardian or protector. Something that made sense from the soft magenta aura radiating from Josuke. "Please stop fighting! I don't want to see my nephew or the person who saved my grandpa hurt each other for something stupid!" The pomp prince's words carried strong as they were sincere.

Something the greenette easily felt upon Quill taking a step back as if backing down from the fight since there was no longer any hostility. Jotaro's Stand disappeared soon after while he muttered a soft 'Yare Yare Daze' under his breath. "Holy shit… I thought things were going to get ugly there. I don't think this garden deserves to be wrecked by a Spike." The mask's quip not being lost on anyone.

Later at the Higashitaka House, cups of tea were placed on the table. Sitting at the table on mats were Josuke, Jotaro and the odd woman known as Taki-Taki Bandicoot. To their left side strangely enough was the greenette's mask and both men's spirits that were conversing with each other or goofing off upon the playing cards between them.

"I still don't believe that Stands are basically the spiritual energy of someone given form. You sure they aren't warrior ancestors? Jotaro's Star Platinum looks like an Aztec barbarian and Josuke, your Crazy Diamond reminds of those old Greek soldiers from his armor." She said while looking at the three oddities playing Go Fish.

A Scrabble holder was being used for the mask or Lani-Loli's cards since he didn't have any hands. He would ask either Star Platinum or Crazy Diamond to put any of his matching cards down and when he needed to 'fish' a card. "Pretty sure. Couldn't I ask the same thing about Lani-Loli over there? Floating masks that can talk aren't normal either." Josuke quipped while pointing to the mask in question.

"Hey! I'm right here you know and I'm way older than all of you combined! And I would have you know that I was human before becoming a Quantum Mask! If I still had hands I would smack all three of you on the head!" The mask fired back in aggravation, some of the cards disappearing in blue wisps of smoke... alongside Josuke's clothes.

"Eeek!" He panicked immediately covering his crotch, Jotaro hiding his embarrassment under his hat while Taki-Taki turned her head away with face hot red in embarrassment. "Great Tikimon! Lani-Loli! Phase his clothes back now!" The mask quickly undoing his magic in sheer embarrassment. Josuke's clothes and the cards popping back into reality with similar blue wispy smoke.

Poor teen let out a sigh of relief knowing he wasn't nude in front of a girl anymore. "Sorry! Sometimes I accidentally poof things out of existence when I'm stressed! And nothing says stress like an escaped convict who kills people with living water!" Jotaro rolled his eyes at the smartass remark. For an all mighty ancient mask, Lani-Loli was an anxious nerd that was a scare away from passing out.

The reason why they were holed up in Josuke's house was that all of them were targets of the Stand User Angelo and his Stand Aqua Necklace.

Angelo was a psychopath with a taste of madness and penchant for violence. The man was arrested repeatedly for brutal acts like murder and even sexual assault before he was landed on Death row. Sadly his execution didn't work properly, allowing the maniac to escape the morgue and reach Morioh. He attacked Ryohei as the cop was the reason Angelo got arrested.

Due to the nature of his Stand, none of them could use water that came from anywhere but a bottle in fear of accidentally swallowing the dangerous entity. "And when do you think it's safe for us to go home? Unlike you guys, my dad will go nuts if I ain't back soon. None of us want to deal with an angry father much less my pops, Crash Bandicoot." Taki-Taki wasn't blind to the nervous look on the pompadour prince's face while he took a sip of his tea.

"Until that Stand User is caught." Jotaro didn't foresee the spray of tea hitting his face from the greenette's spit-take. The grown man was growling in his seat while the young woman tried to settle down her coughs. "You nuts?! That is the stupidest thing I ever heard and this is stemming from the fact my partner does insanely stupid stuff on a daily basis!"

Lani-Loli had flown over to the table so fast that the card pile dispersed from the sudden gust, much to both Stand's displeasure. "You said this guy's Stand is pure water right? What do we do when we run out of water? Wait, here's a better one! What happens if it rained? Shelter becomes a deathtrap in two seconds!" Both men's eyes widened upon the mask's words.

After settling down her coughing fit, Taki-Taki let out a soft whisper. "I think this is what that putz wants. Turn ourselves into sitting ducks and swoops in for the kill until it's too late. And it's going to rain in three days." Silence filled the room upon that very knowledge. The convict was planning to turn their stakeout into a trap.

Josuke could only sigh at the difficult hand. Sure, they now know the guy's plan but if they ignore it then finding Angelo would be even harder. It also meant that the psycho will find out Ryohei is still alive and won't hesitate to attack him again. "Then let's turn the tables back. Turn the hunter into the hunted." All eyes were on Taki-Taki in seconds.

She had a goofy smile on her face with her tongue sticking out in an impish manner. There was also the fact that another crystal orb was in her hands. An item that produced the monstrous Quill but unlike that one, this jewel was a shade of toxic green. Lani-Loli, upon seeing what his friend held, grew a mischievous grin of his own. The odd duo clearly had a plan that almost made Jotaro and Josuke feel an ounce of pity. Almost being the keyword.

Rain had finally fallen upon the house once three days had passed by. Taki-Taki had called her father about being home a few days late since some issues had cropped up. Neither Josuke or Jotaro heard the man's voice but what they gathered upon how the greenette talked, 'Crash' was kindly lenient. Although, both males would have to see him once she got back home.

They spent most of their time keeping themselves from getting bored. Board games, reading, or Taki-Taki crafting some… mysterious concoctions and trinkets with whatever she found in the Higashitaka household. Josuke could honestly admit that he didn't know there was a den of possums hiding in his walls but the witch doctor managed to get some possum fur and nail clippings after one landed on Jotaro.

The greenette at the moment was alone in the bathroom, various ingredients that surrounded a lone bucket. Each item was odd in their own right, rat tails, frog eyes, shiitake mushrooms, yew branches, spoiled milk and a bottle of water. Taki-Taki began pouring the ingredients into the vat starting with the rotten dairy.

She was chanting in an unknown language that eerily sounded like a mix of Arabic and Pig Latin. Bucket began to bubble from her words as the color shifted upon every ingredient dropped into the vat. Taki-Taki's water bottle was currently halfway empty through the process and the cap left abandoned to the side.

Unbeknownst to the woman, rain began to patter outside and something opaque began to build up by the window. It looked like water but it held a more bluish hue and moved too much like a living creature to be normal. Then a pair of sinister pink eyes and a grin full of sharp teeth slithered through.

"You sure this isn't a mango?" Josuke currently sat in the front room alongside Lani-Loli who floated over the teenager's shoulder. Standing on the table was a large orange fruit with a yellow bottom similar to a mango but two leaves that hung from a stem. The teenager currently poking at the fruit that had come from Taki-Taki's home.

"Nope! It's a Wumpa Fruit, a pretty common thing to find on the Wumpa Islands. They're much sweeter than mango and the juice is pretty tasty too. Especially when used for a Wumpa Smoothie, those are really good." Being curious upon the mask's words, the pompadour prince took a nicely sized bite of the fruit.

Tangy sweetness was the first thing that hit the highschooler's taste buds then a rich zesty flavor kicked in a matter of seconds. "Holy shit! This is actually pretty good. Yo Jotaro, you have to try this!" The raven poked his head out of the kitchen upon hearing his name. He let out an annoyed sigh before snatching the fruit out of the teen's hand.

"Did someone put salt in your oatmeal today?" Lani-Loli couldn't help but point out at the man's awfully sour mood added by the harsh bite he took out of the poor fruit or the vicious vice grip. "No. None of you are taking this situation seriously and last I checked didn't get an angry rodent trying to claw up your face." He hissed before taking another aggressive bite.

The sound of footsteps had gotten the two humans and mask turning their heads. Approaching them with an eerily quiet and dead stare was Taki-Taki. Her feet moving sluggishly to the point it was close to that of a sleepwalker… or if heavy weights were tied to the woman's legs.

"Taki?" Lani-Loli's voice thick with concern while he spoke his friend's nickname. Her response was to open her mouth slowly with evil pink eyes glaring back at them in the darkness. "Sorry but your little friend's life is now mine!" A vile, raspy and deep male voice coming out of the greenette's mouth, all to the horror of her friends.

"Aqua Necklace?! You bastard, get out of Taki-Taki now Angelo!" Josuke could only burn brighter in rage from the deranged laugh of the psychopathic water Stand. "And get rid of my only hostage?! Hell no! This bitch is the reason why Ryohei Higashitaka is still alive! She has the power to bring back the dead, a ticket to immortality!" The mask could only roll his eyes as if sensing a monologue.

"I've been watching you this whole time. I saw the giant beast she summoned and that mask phasing things through existence. With her as my slave, I'll be invincible! The world will be my toy box and every single person my toys that I can break for eternity! Once you're all dead, I'll break her until she's a mindless bitch who will follow my every…" The monologue was caught short upon her mouth snapping shut.

Yet, it wasn't the lips that closed the space but an eerie green substance reminiscent to goo. "The hell?!" Aqua Necklace tried to dive down the woman's throat only to run into another gooey green wall. Then he heard laughter. Pink eyes turned to see it was Lani-Loli who was responsible. He was cackling mischievously that tears looked ready to fly from how hard his laughter, much to the confusion of his friends.

"Haha! Hehehehe! You really thought it would be so easy! Taki and I faced way worse than your miserable hide. Oh, and that's not Taki-Taki you putz! Drop the charade Toxic!" Jotaro and Josuke immediately jumped back upon who they thought was Taki-Taki began to melt. All color draining away into a puddle of green slightly clear goo.

Crazy Diamond and Star Platinum were quickly summoned when that sludge started to rise up in the process of a transformation. The slime forming three toed misshapen legs, dripping fat arms with chubby fingers, a large yellow green belly that from its almost clear texture and Aqua Necklace being held inside looked more like a prison, and a roundish hippo like head paired with short pig ears, large deformed inhuman teeth and two alien yellow orbs looking back at it's observers.

The beast or Toxic's appearance could be compared to a 8 ft tall ogre or even an Oni, supernatural beings that tend to punish wicked humans. "Meet the Sludge, a creature made of magic infused ooze with a love for eating utter garbage, like your ugly face! I told Toxic here about your little plan involving my best friend."

Almost on cue, the large oozing beast let a loud snarl before smoke began filling in its tummy. "Aaaaaaah! What the hell is that smell?! It's getting hot in here! Don't tell me this is acid?!" The mask only had a vicious smile on his face that solidified the fact. "People like you make me sick. I've read your entire file and I bet it would even make Uka-Uka himself furious to see your deeds!" Aqua Necklace could only shiver in horror at the mask.

It was like Lani-Loli's nervous self had been overshadowed by pure animalistic rage that his eyes were narrowed slits and teeth were now large fangs held in a snarl. A deity ready to smite a sinner with divine punishment. Even Jotaro and Josuke were taken aback by the sudden shift.

"I may be a scaredy cat but I am still a protector. My name is Lani-Loli, the Quantum Mask of Phase! For ruining the lives of many, threatening my friends and having an unsavory plan for my contractor, I mark you Angelo and his Stand Aqua Necklace, guilty of your sins! And boy do I have a nice punishment for your wicked soul."

The mask then faced the two Joestar blooded men. "Josuke. Jotaro. Taki-Taki left earlier to find this cretin's owner hence my friend Toxic here taking her place. I know where she is and I'm going to need your help with something."

On a street a few blocks from Josuke's house sat a large boulder. This rock had laid on this spot for centuries after a stray storm left it stranded on the land that would become Morioh. Tied to this very stone was an unsavory dark haired man in a milkman uniform bound by chains and gagged with a black cloth. Bruises decorating his body no doubt from the slightly bloody fists of the witch doctor.

Taki-Taki turned her head and smiled upon the sight of her friends coming into view. Aqua Necklace was still trapped within the prison that was Toxic's stomach, who seemed mighty pleased at the abomination's struggle. "Damn, you did a number on the asshole." Josuke said much to the greenette's pleasure.

"I aim to please. Now then, Angelo, since you made a living of ruining people's lives I believe your punishment should be providing good luck." Taki-Taki then pulled from behind the rock was the bucket filled with her concoction. It was a bright bubbling pink and had a smell akin to rotten lavender. She didn't resist dumping the nasty vat all over the convict much to his displeasure.

The man was struggling in disgust before his movements slowed to a crawl as if his whole body was paralyzed except for his mouth and eyes. Taki then yanked the gag from Angelo's lips allowing the man to speak. "You...crazy bitch…! What have you done?" His raspy dry voice almost sounded like a dying cat from how quiet it was.

"A simple potion made to turn you into an eternal good luck charm for all the folks in Morioh! Bet you now wished that your original execution didn't fail. Josuke, this last part is all up to you. Today you will have to make a choice on how this man goes out." Taki-Taki's eyes narrowed as they glowed inhumanly under the dark cloudy sky.

"Ryohei Higashitaka was the one who put this man in jail and stopped his rampage. In vengeance, this scum tried to rob a righteous soul of his life. As Ryohei's grandson, will you fulfill his task and put an end to the man that escaped the grim reaper's blade? If not, then I will perform the deed with Lani-Loli. What do you say?"

The pompadour prince was a bit off guard by the witch doctor's words. Why would she ask him if he wanted to be the one that dealt Angelo's punishment? "Josuke?! Are you seriously going to let her kill me? Sure I tried to kill your grandfather but if you go along with this bitch's plan then you'll be a killer just like me!"

None of them were blind to the man's false pleas knowing it was a trick to let him go. A rat that will only wreak havoc if given a shred of mercy. Angelo's rants were caught off by a fist breaking both his hand and a chunk of the rock. The shocking thing was that the stone merged and encased itself around the appendage much to the psycho's horror.

"Aaah! My hand!! What are you doing?" Josuke merely ignored the man's painful cries. "You really think that we're going to let you go after all you've done. This town used to be a peaceful place before you came and played with people's lives! So for the rest of your days, you're going to pay back every family that you destroyed! Taki-Taki." The greenette smiled knowing what the young man wanted.

"Let's do this Lani-Loli! Armor up!" The cyan mask flew around Taki-Taki with trails of aqua wispy trails that followed from behind. The mask situated himself onto her back while the ghostly ribbons wrapped themselves around her body. Each wispy streak solidified to form a black jumpsuit of sorts which was highlighted by glowing aqua blue chunks of armor reminiscent of Lani-Loli's crown.

Taki-Taki's eyes were now completely glowing blue while velvet sky blue energy followed through the tattoos on her skin and turned her hair into luminous bluish mist. The sudden change to the witch doctor had the restrained Angelo sweating in terror and nearly pissing himself when Josuke's Crazy Diamond materialized.

"Dorarararararara!!!!" The armored spirit let out a battle cry as both him and the armored greenette let loose a barrage of vicious punches. Each strike was as destructive and fast as machine gun rounds, blowing off huge chunks of the stone and merging to the man trapped in the dead center. Neither of them stopping their assault until every piece of stone had been reassembled.

With one last brutal punch, the stone fragments had fully merged Angelo turning the once human male into a deformed boulder. This new shape of the large stone was a malformed face with wide eyes held in different angles, a large flat nose at the bottom similar to a maui and stress lines just like the person it used to be.

Aqua Necklace, who was still trapped in Toxic's belly, quickly melted away in seconds. No doubt the Stand could no longer survive without the life force of its user, thus following its master into hell. Jotaro could only grimace behind the guard of his cap.

[Morioh Landmark 1: Angelo's Rock. No one knows where this mysterious stone appeared from or why. Despite its unnerving appearance, this landmark is a hotspot for couples both old and new.]

'These three are bat shit crazy and have the strength to back it up. Luckily Josuke has a good head on shoulders but…' The raven's eyes drifted to Taki-Taki, her sludge summon and most importantly Lani-Loli still hanging onto her back. She was conversing with Josuke who took the time to look at her changed form and the living sludge Toxic in rapt curiosity.

'Taki-Taki isn't a Stand User but she's just as dangerous as one. Those beasts, Quill and Toxic, whatever they are no doubt has a connection to her origins. And then there's Lani-Loli. I don't exactly know what a Quantum Mask is but I have a feeling he isn't the only one. Just who are you?'

And that is it! This ended being super long since the story revolves around two whole episodes instead of one. It does take place in the beginning of Part 4 and I wanted to stick as close to canon involving them.

Yes, Taki-Taki can call upon Titans, the enemies normally found in the Crash of the Titan series. Unlike a large chunk of people, I actually like the Titan games. They were the first Crash games I played and 100%. I did play Crash The Huge Adventure for the gameboy advance but it got destroyed in the wash sadly before I got the last crystal.

Any version of Crash of the Titans is good but I suggest playing the DS version of Mind Over Mutant considering the console version is more of an annoying chore with tons of backtracking.

My favorite Titans are Spike and Rhinoroller. I especially love the boss version of Spike from the DS Mind Over Mutant but I haven't found the concept art of it yet.

Just like a witch doctor, Taki-Taki does craft all sorts of potions and charms. The Aku-Aku charm acts like a second chance. If someone who has the charm experiences death, the charm will revive them. Deaths done through murder are a bit different.

The charm will hold onto their soul until its safe to revive the holder. Any extensive damage is done and the soul is returned back to the body once repairs are complete. After use, the charm will disintegrate or dull out depending on how much damage was caused.

The Phase Armor given by Lani-Loli is much different for Taki-Taki when she uses it. Reason for it is that she's contracted to him thus the power and magic he provides is much stronger than someone who doesn't have a contract.

Even if Lani-Loli is quite a skittish character,that doesn't mean he won't get serious when needed. Angelo did a lot of horrible stuff that I bet even Uka-Uka wouldn't do. Uka-Uka may be evil but he has standards.

I wanted to try a different writing style for this considering Part 4 is more of a murder mystery. So I wanted to introduce particular areas, new landmarks and important information in a traversing to the next scene.

Until next time folks! Tell the world that your unbreakable!

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Freeridge's Advocate.

I do not own on my block only my characters and this is chapter 2 of this fanfic. I also do not speak spanish so please bear with me.

Waking up to a raging hangover was not one of the things I wanted to go through this early in the morning. It's a real struggle to open my eyes and when I do dizziness, lines, and stars are the only things in my sights for awhile. That's why it takes me a while til I notice that I was the only one in the room. Letting out a long groan before sitting up and stretching that only meant that Juju didnt sleep much at all. Turning to grab my phone I see purple glaring numbers reading 05:49. I let out another long groan. I've only slept for 2 hours and, let me tell you my body can feel that shit.

Hearing my name being called from downstairs is the only thing that breaks me out of my thoughts. I hear her coming running like a stampede..... 'If I hurry and jump out the window I might be able to make it to my car.......' the thoughts causing me to shake my head and pause for a brief second....did I really just debate jumping out the window because I didn't feel like dealing with my - the closed door banged open to reveal my dreaded sister.

"SISSY THERE IS NO FOOD!" What time is it?

Not even 6 o clock and this mother fucker's worried bout food. Is she crying?

"What are you crying for?" I groaned out. The hangover I developed from drinking too much last night really whooping my ass. Whilst my youngest triplet is not making my life any easier. I should've taken an aspirin before I started drinking then I wouldn't even have a headache. Glancing over to my right I see that Nena is still peacefully sleeping. That girl didn't even let the 5.6 earthquake or the category 4 hurricane wake her up that we were in a year ago.

"Theres no food!!!" Aaliyah continued to scream again with her dramatic ass. Her auburn dreadlocks swinging against her caramel skin, and her hazel eyes wide with worry as she waved her arms around in a save me jesus motion. Other wise known as the help me lord and my personal favorite jesus take the wheel motion. Where she be getting all the energy from in the morning? Definitely not from I nor anyone else in the family. Looking closely at her face I see nothing but exhaustion....and hunger.

Leveling her with a glare I wait until she is finished doing her little food macarena. Which doesnt take long at all.

"What the hell you want me to do about it?" Damn near letting the words leave my lips in growls. This puta know damn well that I'm not a morning person. She turned her pleading watery eyes to me. That really being the only answer I needed and really wanting to get away from her gordita ass. I let out a long groan and quickly get up knowing I won't be able to sleep if plum wakes up hungry and already having one of mi bebés with tears in her eyes at my door, crying for food as if she hasn't eaten in weeks. I turn towards my night bag to get my stuff and get ready I go into the updated bathroom not sparing the time to appreciate being far too ticked off to look anywhere but the sink and mirror. Brushing my teeth before throwing on a black strapless crop top, and some light blue pants along with some black soldier boots. I head out of my room mi hermanas no where to be seen hopefully going to catch a few more hours of sleep together.

Before leaving I glance back into the master room to see plum sleeping with her ass up in the air. Causing me to let out a light chuckle. She's one of the only things that gets me laughing now a days and she'll probably be just as hungry as Liyah when she wakes up. Shaking my head I quietly cover her with a blanket before closing the bedroom door and heading for the front door.

Making sure my .9mm is loaded and grabbing my wallet I close and lock the door before running to my all black impala. Wanting to get this over with I set the course to a Walmart in freeridge, seeing as it was a 20 minute drive I take off. Cruising to Like me by Joey Badass.....Maybe arriving a little sooner that expected because of my magical driving skills.

I walk in and the store was basically empty at this god forbidden time. Not even the workers look like they want to be here at 6 something in the morning. Huffing I begin to walk through the aisles and grab everyones favorite food so I don't have to hear they loud mouth. Making sure to grab some chocolate cookies for Nena while also grabbing some bacon bites for Cerberus. While getting things for this weeks dinner I start walking to the milk section. Nena has been begging me to make chocolate mouse for a while and it could be a good quick new home dessert. Grabbing 2 glass cartons full of 2% white and chocolate milk I was putting them into the cart when I suddenly hear some shuffling in the next aisle over going towards the bathroom behind the she section. Glancing over, I see a boy about the same age as me in very bad shape trying to go into the men's bathroom. He was leaking blood from the various cuts on his body and just slowly shuffling along until he finally made it through the bathroom doors.

....

Deciding to mind my own damn business I carry my ass on to the other aisles I needed to go down. Really too tired and not trying to be superman and get into anything over my head with my still existing hangover. All those hope's and dreams are smashed through the window though when I suddenly hear.

" Where that lil nigga go?!" Glancing down the candy aisle like some irked off oompa loompa, I see three niggas all of them wearing turd green and piss yellow shirts. All of them looking to be 20 or over so why they looking for a little beaten up boy? The one who spoke seems to be the one in the middle. He had a faded hair cut and a lot of badly placed tattoos on his face one of them being numb which he had tattooed in giant letters under his eye.

"They going to kill us if we lost him. This the first time they let him out since Spooky got locked up!!" The second guy who spoke up was a lighter shade than the other two. He had very short dreads on the top of his head the rest of his hair was shaved off he didn't have any tattoos on his face but, I think he should reconsider and follow into his friends footsteps. Everything on him was just begging to be covered up with ink he was big and ugly all around from his eyes, to his nose, to his teeth. The true definition of having a face only a mother could love.

Spooky?? ...Well damn lil vato doesnt even have any back up....Lemme go mind my business before, I get caught up in something I dont need to.

"Go check the bathrooms!" Yep just going to walk right passed and go pay for my things.

Going straight into the bathroom following the three guys I silently get behind them to see the biggest one who had long nappy dreaded hair holding the poor kid up by his torn shirt. The fear in his brown eyes triggering something in me causing me to move. First knocking the two people in front of me out by pinching pressure points on their necks. The boy's eyes widened probably just realizing I'm not with the other black people. I go up to the biggest guy grabbing the arm that wasnt holding the boy up and dislocating it. Shoving my glock into his mouth when he tried to scream not letting him look at me.

"Let him go." My deadly calm voice rang out. Promising pain if he didnt do what I wanted in the next 5 seconds. Dropping the kid as if he was made of fire......... this nigga just pissed himself... Alright.

Pistol whipping him in the face to knock him out, I swiftly grab the boy and begin wrapping him up in his jacket. I grab his arm gently and start to lead him out the bathroom to my cart, then to the register to pay before walking out.

Putting my groceries into the car I turn my head to look at the scared boy and notice he got some bushy ass eyebrows. Also noticing his torn clothes while also looking at his beat up and bleeding face. So deciding to put off the eyebrow subject until later I fully turn to the kid.

"Are you coming with me?" The boy looked shocked when I asked him that. Sighing, I continued. I wish Liyah was here she's the one who talks to people. Not that I can't it's just more of an annoyance more than anything.

"I wont hurt you and, I dont have anything to patch you up here so are you coming?" Patiently waiting until I see him nodding his head, his eyebrows growing up and down along with his head but suprisingly not moving an inch off his face. He goes to the passenger seat trying to open the door as you would a regular car.

I hold back my giggles, as his eyes damn near popping out of his skull when the butterfly doors did what they were supposed to. Going towards the driver seat I get in the car.

"My name is Elaina." I said turning to him once I finished getting situated in the car. "My name is Cesar."

"Well Cesar, you got any family you need to call to come get you?" He looks down at his lap. "My brother is in jail. Has been for 2 years now." 'Hm. That's not reassuring. Does he have the same eyebrows as you salad?' Looking forward for him to continue but only becoming disappointed when he doesnt keep talking....

"Alright let's go home then." Starting the car I speed out the parking lot."Thank you for helping me." I heard his pained mumble. Turning my head to see him glancing around the carbody still tended up from the ass whooping he just got, before finally deciding to just look out the window. "Anytime mijo I would want the same to be done for my sisters."

"How many sisters do you have?" He asked turning towards me. Damn....this kid got some bushy ass eyebrows. "I used to have 5." My simple but monotone tone of voice rang out through the car throat tightening at the mere thought of my elder sisters. "Now I have 3. Aaliyah, Julianna, and Arianna. You'll met them when we arrive at the house. We're almost there hold on tight." Going way above the speed limit I arrive at the street 15 minutes later. While driving down the road I notice a moving truck parked in front of the house. I keep driving til I was parked right next to it in front of the new house.

Turning towards Cesar to tell him to get out but, letting out a laugh when I see him clinging to the seats for dear life."Sorry I do drive a little fast." He turned his wide brown eyes to me as if I'm crazy, but he didnt die so..... Letting his eyes wonder over to the house I swear I see them get a little bit bigger.

"Come help me with the groceries and let's go get you patched up." Walking into the house with bags of food. I go straight to the kitchen its cherry wood cabinets the first thing that catches my attention. The silver flat top stove on the marbled cherrywood island in the middle of the kitchen. The ovens were mounted inside the cabinets so you dont have to bend to bake it put things in the oven. 'I'm going to be able to cook my ass off in this.'

"Juju!! Come help me please!!" I screamed while passing into the kitchen. Motioning for Cesar to hop on to the marble island. "Yeah Sissy?" I hear her say before catching sight of Cesar. "Oh sweetie what happened?" She said in her soothing southern voice.

" I saved him from some niggas while shopping. Can you patch him up? LIYAH GET YOU ASS DOWN HERE!!" Where the hell that puta at?? Waking me up at the unforgivable hour to not have her ass down here when I bring her damn food. "Sissy I'm fixing up my room!"....No this bitch did not just.

"Alright then I'm eating your cheetos!"

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Yeah move them feet bitch. "Not my cheetos!!!!!" She screams rampaging into the kitchen wearing a baggy t shirt and some sweats. Stopping abruptly when she bumps into the Mexican boy who had yet to sit on the counter because Juju was checking out all of his injuries. She let's out a squeak"H-Hi."

Did she just stutter? Quickly turning to look at Juju who was already looking at me with amusement and amazement. Aaliyah miss 'hey what you trying to do tonight attitude' is stuttering? Dont get me wrong I know she is still a virgin all of us are but I also know damn well no one has ever gotten her to squeak out just a hi. "Hola princesa." Cesar replied smirking. Oh so you tryna get at my sister okay Salad but, you could tell he was just as captivated in her as she was in him. She shyly puts up a smile the blush that had started to creep when she set eyes on the eyebrow warrior had damn near caked her cheeks much to her horror and my satisfaction. The older sister in me enjoying seeing her little sister embarrass herself every once in awhile. She then turns and high tails it out the kitchen as if a hell hound was on her heels.

'The fuck is her problem?' I think heading out the kitchen. She ruined my fucking show. "Nana can you put the groceries up while I got check on this puta?" I asked her, before going after my little sister. Walking down the hallways passing people putting furniture away according to the interior designers instructions. I finally see her going into a room with a rose painted on the door. Well that is her favorite flower and shes an artist so I'm not surprised to see her already painting up the house and it's not like I mind as long as I can paint some of the rooms and doors as well. Walking into her room I notice my daughter playing with some toys on Liyah's bed.....and Liyah is going through her bags??

Once she sees me in the door way though she drags me into her room.

"Who is sexy in the kitchen?! You cant just bring home cute people and not tell me!! Look at what I'm wearing!" Oh this horny little mother-

"Sorry sis I didnt know I would be saving anyone at walmart today. Next time I'll be sure to tell you where to go shove it next time your hungry." I said teasing walking over to Nena who was dressed in her favorite blue jeans and a plain grey shirt.

While ignoring my sister's call of "No!That's not what I mean." She was making the t rex eat the little soldiers because they stole her cookies.'....Damn right mija you protect your cookies.' joining her by grabbing another t rex I begin to Nom Nom Nom on the soldiers who were just trying to escape the inevitable. I ended up tickling her stomach and she started laughing her little ass off.

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!!!!" I hear a yell from down the hall. All three in the room groaning upon recognizing the tone of voice and how close it was to the room. All of us looking at each other but before we could say anything the voice of Ari continued.

"I SAID I DIDN'T WANT IT RIGHT THERE ARE YOU RETARDED ESE DO YOU KNOW WHO MY SISSY IS?!!"

Grabbing Nena, I start heading to the sound of the banshee. I spot her and her dyed blonde hair screaming at one of the very handsome but obviously Puerto Rican male mover. I take a really good look at her as I'm walking over. She's a shade lighter than any of us from how long shes had to stay inside.

"Hey princessa how about we not call the people who decorate the house and have our things in their hands retarded." My voice turning into what my sisters calls my 'Persephone' side I just call it my serious voice. Thinking about it I really do love Arianna, before the disease took over her and her sister she was the sweetest little girl always being polite and caring. Then once shit went down and got real she became critically depressed not saying that she didn't have a right to but when she fell in the deep hole of depression, and we all fell in right after her. Not that it was any of her fault it just seems like once the cancer came, life just got worse every where else to. After beating the cancer, shit just got more real in Crenshaw forcing all of us to do some things we regret but then we left there on good terms with everything before moving here. Although now she hides her hurt and pain behind this spoiled princess act.

"Sissy I want him fired right now!" What did he even do for you to come at him like this? Looking around I notice everything looks fine. They actually did a great job decorating for all my brother is worth in the sibling department you cant deny that he does know our style.

"What's the problem Ari?" I said with a light shrug after examining the house making sure there was nothing actually wrong. Also while loving all the plants the movers were placing around the house. Just as that thought crosse my mind 2 workers both with

hands full of bamboo palm, ivy, and moss cane all great plants for air filtration. Making a small note in my head to put some air filtering plants onto the med room I being my attention back on the subject at hand.

"THEY GAVE ME THE SMALLEST ROOM! I WANT THE MASTER BEDROOM!" She screamed in my face...screamed....in my motherfucking face?

Has this bitch lost her mind? Looking down at Nena I see her giving Ari the same look of have you lost your mind? 'I'm bout to whoop her ass.'I think to myself as I hear the little devil behind my ear saying 'grab her by her dyed blonde hair and toss her ass over the railing down towards the pits of hell where she belongs.' Yet, on the left side the side I was holding Nena I hear the little angel 'there is no need for anymore violence in front of Nena not when you can help it.' Looking into her hazel eyes I reel in the ratchet grab a hatchet attitude until I'm calm enough to put this bitch in her place.

"Who are you talking to?" I ask in the calmest voice I could manage at the time. Knowing that shes probably just stressed from the giant move. Though she did want a fresh start all she ever knew was Crenshaw and it was hard for her to finally open up to me about it before moving. She kept creeping around me until she finally broke down the night before the move. The silly duck. My thoughts already beginning to calm me down, and though I tried my best considering how everyone in the hallway paled I think I did a pretty horrible job.

"Sissy I wanted the master bedroom." She said in her high pitched guilty voice changing her attitude quick and taking a few steps back while ducking her head down in submission. Although, her spoiled ass still dares asking me for the master bedroom after showing me that type of disrespect. Dont do it.....dont do it.

"Go to your room." Before turning to Nena not sparing a glance at the young girl who ran into the room she most definitely deserved acting like that. Nena was looking at me with amazement "Your like a Afro-Mexican black widow mama." Damn right and dont you forget it bebe kissing her forehead to thank her for the compliment. I look up and see no one around.

Hm.

I need to go check on Cesar and find out when Cerberus will arrive. Walking down on the dark wood floors and through the grey walls of the house. Listening to Nena's talk of the latest episode of teen titans, I realize I have everything I could have ever wanted in my life. My sisters all well and happy, my brothers out living whatever lives they want at the time...but I still feel so empty a very dark place in my mind said, its voice like a whisper.....always like a whisper when I have Nena in my arms.

Passing through the long hallway connecting the front and back doors I entered the kitchen to see.....no one there? Alright where these putas at? Turning around I see the worker that I saved earlier from the fire breathing dragon, behind me looking like he wanted to say something, with the way he was nervously posted up. His handsome face down casted as if I'd castrate him if he spoke something wrong. Admittedly something I have done before but not without proper cause. I seriously haven't been around people this scared of someone whose holding a three year old in their arms.

"T-THANK YOU!!!" He screams out at the top of his lungs in my kitchen. Hm. Looking down at Nena I see her giving the cutest confused look with her head cocked to the side. So I unconsciously adapted the same bewildered position looking back up to the mover.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly. Scared he was going to faint at any givin moment. Looking at the way his chest heaved up and down from what I would assume is fear. My hermano would've had everyone he sent drug tested before sending them here to help move after what happened last time. Also knowing they were all my brothers trained people I continue to look at him. 'Maybe he's just nervous' I tell myself still reaching down to grab the gun on my waist discreetly.

"No-no one has ever saved me before." He nervously stated looking down at the ground like I kicked his puppy. He looks young but a couple of years maybe like 17 or 18. He honestly looks like someone whose been drastically hurt recently by the real world. I think I can get a good story out of him maybe a good friendship? Still staring at him with a neutral look in my eyes.

"Walk with me."I said walking down the hallway in search of my lost sisters and puppo. I find them in the Med room. Smoking weed out of two of the bongs.

The workers did a great job putting everything away as fast as possible. Everything in the main house was done I'm assuming they working on the kitchen now by the sound of it.

I spot eyebrow lord all bandaged up leaning against one of the bean bag chairs with Liyah in some shorts and a baggie shirt with her dreads up in a bun. Cesar also has a new all black outfit with a tee and long pants and his golden chain. I see them awfully close to one another. Walking inside and motioning for the worker to close and relax by the door.

"Ooh what's going on in here?" I say in a playful sexy voice before placing Nena down who automatically goes to the fish tank to see if there were any fish in there yet. Once she finds out that there is just water in there she goes off to explore. Shouting with joy once she spotted the giant black Pres canary Cane Corso mix. Who was more than happy to cover her face full of doggy kisses. Clearly missing his little hooman despite only being apart for a full 24 hours. Turning away from her, he takes off to play chase with her somewhere in the house. Walking over to Juju, I take a seat next to her on the same bean bag basically in her lap, hitting the bong when she comes up for air.

Looking over I see that my sister has seriously put a claim down on Cesar one that she knows that everyone will respect. Especially Juju and I considering how we always liked older men.

I have to admit though, Liyah has that boy hypnotized with the way hes looking at her. Though when I look at her she is just as captivated in him something she will try to deny later on. Turning my head to Juju after being tired of watching them eye rape each other I see that she has come to the same conclusion I have. Smiling and getting her attention I start making kissy faces.

Maybe people might think I'm making too light of the situation with how young all of us are but, what can I say if your old enough to fully carry out a blood mission your old enough to fuck, smoke, and swallow whatever you want in my book.

Grabbing my phone I look to see the numbers 18:00 blaring at me from the screen and no messages. "Come cook with me." I said to Juju. She's not doing anything anyway. Knowing she will follow me I head into the kitchen. Nodding to the worker to follow before I fully leave the room.

"Chica she looks in love." Juju said with a giant smile causing one to spread on my lips as well.

"I know I've never seen her like this." I said going in to the fridge to pull out the chicken I brought from the store. "It's good for her. She's smart enough not to fall in love at first sight though. Let's take them out somewhere tonight so they could go on a date!" Juju says enthusiastically. Before leaning on the kitchen counter.

"Juju it's only been a few hours calm down." I said laughing "Plus the poor boy just got patched up." I continued.

"You're right sissy." Juju said nodding her head as if I made the discovery of the century "We'll do it tomorrow!"

#oscar diaz #spooky #on my block #netflix #gangs #girls who do drugs #fights #fanfic #santos #cesar diaz #Spotify

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Goliath, part 3

[prologue] [part 1] [part 2]

Thursday

Sburb is not a game for people with acrophobia, you think. You happen to be a person with acrophobia, which is something you only realized a little while back. The apartment you grew up in was high-rise in theory, but the water was always close. You liked to climb up places and zoom through the air on your rocket board, but even then, when you fell, the water caught you. Sometimes it caught you so hard, it broke your nose (knocked out two of your baby teeth on separate occasions when you were really little), but it wasn’t concrete.

These days, when you’re up in skyscrapers, there is no ocean underneath that could welcome you home. There’s only streets and people, and it scares you. Heights scare you.

Riding your rocket board straight upwards to reach the gate leading into the medium, with only the flat concrete roof of Roxy’s house underneath you, you don’t look down. You don’t think about it. You’re not going there, anyway. You’re going upwards.

This is, perhaps, the most ambitious part of your plan. You could have confronted HIC on good old Earth, but Roxy was worried about their mortality. There’s also some sort of poetry to it, both of you think. You would rather see this planet destroyed than let her build her military base on it, and both of you deserve to do it yourselves. She’s taken enough from you, and you’re reclaiming control over what used to be your home.

You both know this timeline is a doomed one, by now. Sooner or later, this whole place would have collapsed in on itself anyway.

You have no regrets.

This thing goes very far up though. It’s a little hard to not have regrets, at this point.

Roxy is holding on to you behind you on the board (they’re taller than you, and are peering over your head for this), and, only about half a mile away, is the Condesce’s huge spaceship. She’s caught on to what you were doing very quickly, you’re sure, but there’s no way around it for her now. The game has already been started, and she can’t stop it anymore, so if she wants any chance at survival instead of staying in a dying universe, she has to come through the gate with the two of you.

And then, it’ll be only her, Roxy, and you in there.

As ambitious as it is, it’s simple too. You know that trasportalizing in and out of the game works, because you know there was a transportalizer on Hellmurder that led to the moons. It just usually wasn’t an option because “outside of the game” would normally mean a destroyed universe. You and Roxy have already made a home in new timelines though, so once you’ve programmed the transportalizer you’re importing into the session right, you can just hop back out when you’re done in there.

You’ll use the game for what it gives you: a chance to get Roxy immortal, an empty battling ground to kill the Condesce, and then you’ll just zap yourself back home.

Behind you, Roxy whoops as you pass through the gate. You’re glad they’re having fun; you still do your best not to think about how far up you just went and what would happen to both of your skulls if you fell. You’re busy, luckily -- as soon as you’re in, you veer the board sharp to the right, knowing that the Condesce’s ship must be right behind you. And sure enough, right after you’ve made room, the enormous thing zooms past you with the earsplitting sound of several alien engines.

“Fuck!” Roxy yells behind you, which you appreciate as proof that it didn’t blow out the microphones you have for ears. “We made it! See you soon, Betty!”

And just like that, your rocket board powering back up, you are whooping too.

Friday

You’ve set up camp in one of the caves you found. Everything here is dead and empty, which is deeply familiar to both of you, and welcome anyway. For now, Roxy is helping you mask any signals so you can hide from the Condesce, spend a few days prepping before you come to kill her. You get settled in, make sure Roxy has what they need in terms of sustenance and places to rest, go over your battle plans again.

First order of business is getting immortality for Roxy, and then taking a few days to get used to whatever powers they might get. You’ve both read up on it a little in multiverse sources, and you want to get the most use out of this as possible. So, you take the rocket board up to Derse, and start looking for quest beds.

You’re not interested in ascending, yourself. It was on the table briefly, since you couldn’t be sure how being inside a game would affect your programming, but you still feel stable and unkillable enough to just stay the way you are. After watching yourself punch a hole into Dirk’s -- your own -- chest half a decade ago, you really don’t feel like killing yourself again, or dying any other way. This is for Roxy only.

That, at least, was the plan.

Both of you take your time wandering through Derse. It’s Roxy’s first time consciously seeing it, and the last time you were awake here, you were still Dirk, and it’s been a long time since then. Carapacians eventually start pointing you in a single direction, and you follow it to the center of the moon, where you find two sacrificial slabs.

One is in the dark blue you expected for Roxy’s Void aspect. The other one is not the purple you expected for Dirk’s being Heart.

“Didn’t you say this was gonna be a heart?” Roxy says, too, pointing at it.

You stand in front of it, feeling cold all over, like someone just dumped a bucket of ice over you. This isn’t right, and it isn’t according to plan, and you’re having trouble processing.

“I said Dirk was Heart,” your voice answers. You know he was, you know all the other Dirks are. It seemed fair to assume that so would you. You’ve talked about it, at length. About being Dirk. About how you only stopped being Dirk because people kept telling you that you couldn’t be Dirk, but fundamentally, at your core, you were still the same guy. You didn’t plan to ascend here, but you did fully plan to find a Heart aspect stone slab at the center of Derse.

But you’re playing, not Dirk. And this isn’t Heart. “This is Mi--” you start saying, staring at the green stone, the tendriled circular emblem on it. You close your mouth, open it again, and flex your hands. You say, “This is mine.”

Saturday

Roxy has agreed to give you some time. You don’t want to take more than two days, but you need to sit down and think about this. You feel profoundly embarrassed, pacing up and down in your cave like an animal for hours, while Roxy sits on a lawn chair eating cereal and watching you, but you can’t help it.

You’re freaking the fuck out.

It’s a gross, bubbling concoction of your usual identity crisis paired with your deep, cold fear of death. You don’t know what it means that your quest bed has a different aspect than Dirk’s. Maybe you’ve changed so much that you count as a whole new person now. You don’t know if that’s good or bad. You don’t like it, you don’t think, but you do like being counted as your own player, so that doesn’t make much sense, does it? And now that you know that you have a whole other aspect, you’re curious to explore, find out what your class is and your powers are and if they could help you beat the Condesce. That means you have to die though, and you already killed yourself once and took away five years of insurmountable trauma from that.

You don’t know what the hell to do about any of this.

So you text Alma.

DC: Catch me up to speed. TT: We went to Derse to find the slabs, so Roxy could do their thing, you know, which they've now put on hold for me, actually. TT: And I mean. TT: I mean it would be reasonable, I think, to expect a Heart slab there next to the Void one, right? TT: You guys are all Heart. That shit's a constant. DC: Yeah. TT: Yeah. TT: It's Mind. TT: Very funny. Heart and mind. Hilarious. TT: Have I changed that much?? TT: I guess technically that should be a good thing. Nobody wants to stay Dirk. TT: But I always kind of figured that at heart (lol), at my core, I'd stay... you know. I've changed stuff about myself because I had to, I crafted a new identity because I had to, but, like. I didn't think it went that far. DC: Well, damn. DC: You made it.

Alma, like so often, starts out fairly monosyllabic, and then ends up saying the exact thing you didn’t know you needed to hear.

DC: Honestly -- and I get that that's oversimplifying in light of how you've had people tell you who you are for fucking ever -- you are who you want to be. A metaprophetical stone slab doesn't get to decide any further than what your best position on the game board is.

Just like that, your decision is made. This isn’t about who you are -- to be or not to be Dirk doesn’t even fucking matter in this very moment. This is just about how to utilize yourself and what you can do. This is about putting yourself to the fullest possible use, which is all HAL 9000 thought that any conscious entity can ever hope to do.

You almost laugh out loud at yourself for quoting Space Odyssey in a moment of personal crisis. That is a succinct summary of who you are as a person.

Alma and you go on for a bit, and he talks you through the bout of nervousness that comes with realizing that you’re going to be dying on a stone slab. You send him one of your backup files, let him know that your friendship means a lot to you, and then roll your shoulders and turn to face Roxy.

“Let’s go prep the bot,” you tell them. “I’m doing it.”

Roxy smiles, puts down their cornflakes, and gets up to pat you on the shoulder on their way to your work station. “Gonna be a pleasure dying with you, Al,” they say.

Now

Sitting on your respective cold hard pieces of stone, both of you have lost your smiles. This is far from pleasure. Roxy looks ashen and tense, while you are quiet and expressionless, the multiuniversal Striderian response to stress.

“Oh, the waiting is the worst,” Roxy mutters. “We really outdid ourselves with this garbage, Alan.”

“Yeah,” you say, weakly. You put a new head on what was left of your sparring bot. You programmed it to come kill Roxy, because Roxy didn’t want to do it themself, and you don’t quite feel up to killing anyone who isn’t the Condesce, again. Only you programmed it to pick a random point in time inside a larger time frame, hoping that making it a surprise will create less of a struggle.

It’s also programmed to deactivate you, now. Harming you physically to the point of complete destruction is possible, but so hard that it would take forever, and you don’t want to put yourself or the body you so carefully crafted through that. Roxy helped you program the bot to slide into your code, deactivate you and all of your backups, and then locked you out of it.

You have a save file stashed at Alma’s, for a worst case scenario. But until then, there is nothing you can do. Once that bot gets here, you’re going to perform what your version of dying is, and hope that the game will let it count.

“Roxy,” you say, and watch them look over at you. “Thank you. For doing this with me. I know you’re doing it for yourself as much as I’m doing it for myself, but thank you for being the one person out of our friend group who trusts me enough to--”

“Shut up,” Roxy says. “You dumb drama queen. We are not doing dramatic Strider monologues on the verge of death, fuck you.” You breathe out a laugh, and their expression softens. “You’re a good guy, Al. And all I’ve ever wanted to do was stand beside you and shove my gun so far up her fish ass--”

A sharp, grey blur rushes through the air, and Roxy is stabbed clean through the heart. You squeeze your eyes shut immediately, trying to simultaneously forget that sight and prepare yourself for what’s about to happen. The last time someone invaded you like this was when Dirk tried to deactivate you, and you responded in kind. The last time this happened was the worst day of your very young life. The last time this happened you found out that even as a digitalized pair of shades, you could feel a semblance of pain, and overwhelming, all-encompassing fear.

The first word that comes to mind when you feel the unique and, for you, exceptionally rare sensation of someone else changing your programming, is disgusting. You don’t have time to think of another word.

Your body collapses onto your quest bed, and you don’t feel a thing anymore.

some princes don’t become kings. even at the best of times i’m out of my mind

Waking up is slow, and unexpectedly gentle. You had been worried about your robot body doing this -- worried about the game giving you some other body you wouldn’t want, but you feel immediately that your consciousness is still right where it belongs. You blink your eyes open, and your visual perception is just as it was before. In this moment, you feel as alive as you feel serene.

That is, until you look down and see your penis.

Wait.

No, that’s not… It just looks like-- It’s a codpiece.

The first thing you hear after dying and waking up again is Roxy laughing at you.

You look up and they are floating in the air just above their quest bed, looking transformed and divine and cool as fuck. “Dude, you look cool as fuck,” you say, which gets them to stop giggling at least for two seconds.

“Thanks!” they say. “You look… Well, Alan, you sure look.”

You look down again, at your weird curly clown shoes, which makes you notice a weight on your head, so you reach up. It’s some sort of huge circus hat. Is it made of felt? You think that might be felt. Gravely, you nod to yourself.

You had said to Alma that you hope you’ll get cool pants. Your pants are fine. Your pants are the only normal thing about this getup, actually. It’s just that you’re wearing a codpiece over them, like some sort of superhero boner diaper.

“Yeah,” you say. “Yeah, I sure do.”

Roxy floats over to you, and you think you wanna be able to do that too, and next thing you know, you’re in the air.

“Sweet,” you say. Then you remember that you are a person with acrophobia and there is a stone slab underneath you. Your feet touch down on the quest bed again. You add, “Fuck.”

Roxy’s hand is warm when it reaches for yours. They have gauntlets and everything. They are so cool. “C’mon,” they say. “Let’s get back to our cave. I can’t be seen with you like this.”

When they laugh, it finally pulls a snort from you. Both of you take off again, and you keep holding their hand. You’re just not going to look down, even if that means that you can’t inspect your pants boner. You look behind you instead, where your weird green streamer cape flows in the wind. It clashes wonderfully with Derse’s purple.

#🤡#action post #posted ooc #goliath #ILL TESTIFY IF I DIE IN MY SLEEP THEN KNOW THAT MY LIFE IS JUST A KILLER DREAM #sorry this is like really long #next one will be the actual kill!!! hell yeah #featuring:#mindparkour

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Acxa is not used to the cold, she hates it, but she didn't know Earth could be so cold so she is not prepared for it at all. When Keith touches her he notices that she is freezing and covers her with a hat, gloves, scarf and a million jackets cause he doesn't want his crush getting sick. Acxa wanted to protest that she could handle it (LIES) but no one had cared so much about her in such a long time that she accepted her fate as a galra burrito. Also her crush is touching her and she is 🙃💜

So, like, I just...I guess this was some sort of an experiment for me? Kacxa really hasn’t had much romantic feelings (I still love the ship to pieces tho) so I tried? And it came out pretty long? Whoops? Enjoy? Read under the cut?

When Acxa arrived on Earth, she had no idea just what she was getting into. It was primitive compared to many planets she’s visited, but, when finding of how old the planet was, she realized that Earth will be more advanced than anything she’s ever seen.

That’s the people of Earth, the planet itself is beautiful. Keith and the Paladins had shown her around in their free time, taking her to some of the most beautiful places she has ever seen and building up their bond from acquaintances to friends. But a wacky thing about Earth is that it has a strange climate.

In the daytime, the temperatures are fairly warm in the desert; it isn’t as hot as some other planets she’s visited.

In the nighttime, however, the desert drops to extreme cold weather. Some of the coldest she’s been in.

This, she learned on the ride to the Kogane residence for the Holidays. The Paladins all went to their families, Allura, Coran, and Romelle tagged along with the McClains for the holidays, for the seasonal celebrations for the first time since their return.

Since she had no family, the Paladins actually made plans to celebrate the holidays together the following day to pass time with her and as friends. Krolia, however, stepped in and invited Acxa to their shack for Christmas, Keith almost immediately agreeing to the idea.

He totally got teased for it by Pidge later on.

Acxa sped through the desert sand on the dirt bike the Garrison lent her and she sped her way to the coordinates Krolia gave her. The sunsets in the desert were beautiful, some of the most beautiful she’s ever seen on a planet. Sure, it was nothing compared to the sunsets multiple suns at the same time, but it was beautiful nonetheless.

Her hair swooshed behind her as she sped faster and faster and Acxa felt the air cool exponentially as the sun descended under the horizon. She shivered and attempted to pull at the cloth at her neck to cover more skin. It didn’t work, but she didn’t mind it that much and she shrugged it off.

After a while, Acxa finally saw the shack in the far distance and she slowed the bike, swinging her feet off the seat as she approached the steps. She leaned it against the porch’s banister and she shivered when a chilly breeze nipped at her nose.

She let out a shaking breath and she gasped when a puff of white flowed out of her mouth, her eyes widened and she cupped her mouth and whispered to herself, “What the quiznak?”

Acxa then felt a warmth from her breath and she sighed, starting to blow into her hands, the warm breath ricocheting back onto her face.

She took the two steps to the house’s porch, her shivering getting more intense

with each second she spent outside. The warm glow of the house’s light coaxed her to walk faster and she mustered up the courage to knock. She lifted her hand to knock on the door at the same time as the door opened. Her hand fell back to her side and her eyes widened when she stood face-to-face with Keith.

His lips curled up in a small smile and he greeted, “Umm. Hi.”

Acxa smiled and returned the greeting, “Hi.”

They just stood there awkwardly, both adults avoiding each other’s eyes trying to hide their blush, before they both heard pounding footsteps approaching them. Krolia stood behind Keith, her entire form bundled in multiple jackets, scarves, and sweaters.

They both looked over Keith’s shoulder to look at Krolia and the older Galra smiled, “Acxa! You made it just in time! Come, I’m making something called “hot chocolate”.”

Keith blinked and his eyes jumped from between Krolia and Acxa, a horrified look on his face and…blush? No, that must be from the cold. Keith doesn’t blush. Heck, he rarely smiles outside of Team Voltron.

Acxa smiled and stepped into the threshold when Krolia pulled herself and Keith away from the door. She sighed in relief that it was slightly warmer in the house than it was outside, but her breath was still iced and she was still puffing.

Krolia went ahead and headed back into the kitchen to let the young adults talk. Keith stuffed his hands in his pocket and gestured to the couch, “Uh, sit down.”

Acxa slowly sat down, surprised to find the seat much more luxurious than anything she has ever sat on before and she sunk into the couch’s soft, cold cushions.

Keith looked down at the shivering girl and he immediately shrugged off his jacket and offered it to her. Acxa looked up confused and Keith elaborated, “Take it. I guess mom forgot to tell you how cold it gets down here.”

Acxa took it hesitantly, her claws brushing Keith’s knuckles, and she shrugged it on. Keith left her to put it on, Acxa fighting off a deep sigh when the warm fabric immediately warmed her up. She crossed her arms and dug her head deep into the high collar, a faint masculine smell filling her nostrils with its soft scent.

Keith then came tumbling back inside wearing a new jacket and carrying three other articles of clothing in his hand. Acxa looked up owlishly and Keith ordered, “Stand up.”

Acxa followed the orders obediently, although she didn’t know how he’s gained so much power over her, and stood. Keith then proceeded to lead her arm into another jacket, his warm hand holding hers sparking more heat in her body than both jackets combined.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she stuttered.

“You’re cold. Galrans are more sensitive to cold than humans are. You need these,” he explained.

“I can put on a jacket myself,” Acxa argued.

Keith chuckled, “I know. I still want to.”

Acxa tried to look at his eyes, but he hung his head low and his bangs partially covered his violet eyes. His raven hair started brushing her nose as he took a step closer to put another jacket on her. Now, his nose was just a hair’s breath away from touching her own and their hot breaths are mingling together, the only sound coming from their breathing.

Then, when Keith tried to put her right hand in its sleeve, he couldn’t get it around the two other jackets. Keith looked up sheepishly and smiled nervously, “Uh, could you, twirl around?”

Acxa twirled around and she felt Keith slide her arm up into the sleeve. However, when she turned back to face him, she tripped on the rug under the couch and she clashed into Keith, his hands immediately placing themselves on her waist to steady her. Her head landed on his chest and she immediately balanced herself.

Yet, she still doesn’t know why she’s still holding on to him.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered almost inaudibly.

“It’s fine,” Keith responded just as quietly.

“There’s a mistletoe above your heads,” Krolia added loudly, making both adults jump, though still not letting go of their embrace.

Both looked up with wide eyes and, sure enough, there was a mistletoe plant hanging from the ceiling from a red ribbon. Acxa went red in the face once she recognized the plant from Lance’s jokes in the Garrison.

From her understanding after Lance explained succeeding to catch Allura under the mistletoe when one is caught under the mistletoe, they need to kiss the person

they’re with or they get fed to the klanmürl. Or something like that.

She felt the blood rush to her face and her eyes widened. Before she could look at Keith’s eyes, she took interest to the floor and glued her gaze onto the very interesting rug.

Keith, however, had none of that.

He took her chin between her thumb and middle finger and lifted her face to look up at him.

Her eyes looked up into his purple eyes: his first feature she was intrigued by. They were kind. They were intense. They were passionate. They were caring. They were powerful. They were wise. They were the windows of his soul. And right now, she’s scared to identify the look he’s giving her now; it makes her feel warm, makes her feel safe. It’s doing something to her, she doesn’t know what. All she knows is that she likes it.

“I’m just…going to give you two some privacy,” Krolia added, immediately dashing out of the room after she sees the tension between the two.

They don’t even react to the interruption; their gazes are glued to the other’s eyes.

Her eyes are like magnets, Keith decided; they lure him to her. Those eyes were hidden from him the first time they met, hidden by a mask meant to hide her from him. Those eyes were angry with him the second time they met, both of them held at a standstill in their first encounter as enemies.

Those eyes were glaring at him the third time they met, but it was right after she saved him from an attacking Galra. Those eyes were attacking him the fourth time they met, him having returned from the abyss and her fighting on the opposite side again.

The fifth time, though, was the first time he truly thought about her eyes. The fifth time, they fought on the same side for the first time. The fifth time, they connected in a way he never has with anyone before.

After that, he couldn’t keep track of the times he’s been mesmerized by her eyes, heck, he couldn’t count the times he’s been mesmerized by her period.

And now really shouldn’t be the time to do an introspection of their relationship. Not when she is in his arms and her breath hitting his neck. Not when she’s looking like that while looking at him like that.

“We don’t have to-,“ Acxa swallowed her words down when Keith pushed his lips

on hers. The two of them kissed each other ravenously, eating each other up and pulled themselves closer than they had ever imagined.

Keith’s hands gripped onto Acxa’s top-layered jacket and pulled her flush against him, the jacket balled up into his fist as he feverishly moved his mouth against hers.

Acxa moved her hands to Keith’s jaw, her fingertips gently brushing the skin right under his ears, smiling when Keith kissed harder with each brush of her fingers in that area. When Keith would pull away for air, Acxa barely gave him breathing time before smashing her lips on his again and sliding her tongue into his mouth. That roused out a noise out of him that she just found more delicious

After some…tongue maneuvers…the two ceded and kissed themselves out of their high. Their once-long kisses shortened to short, cute pecks on the lips, nose, neck, and forehead until the two finally calmed down enough to be able to form words in their head.

Acxa smiled up at Keith and he returned one equally warm and the two stood in a comfortable embrace before breaking out in hysteric laughter.

“That was…” Acxa began, her giggles dying down.

“Unexpected…” Keith finished, wiping a tear from his eyes.

“…Late seemed more appropriate for my situation,” Acxa corrected.

“Well, it’s only been a few months for me,” Keith justified.

“Three years, Keith. I’ve been waiting for you for three years,” Acxa teased.

“You did not wait for me that long,” Keith argued, the two adopting an unusual teasing tone.

“I did too. I don’t just let anyone escape from my clutches. Nor do I save just anyone from losing in a fight,” Acxa smiled, her eyes wrapping around Keith’s neck again.

“Really?”

“Yes. They have to have the flippity hair,” to emphasize her point, Acxa brushed her fingertips on his forehead and moving his bangs aside.

Keith smirked, “Shut up. You fell for this flippity hair.”

He didn’t give her time to respond before he started kissing her again.

“You see that Tex?” Krolia asked the air, a smile playing on her face as her son exchanged kisses with the sweet girl in the living room.

She didn’t wait for a response. She wasn’t expecting one. He was long-gone before she could do anything, but she still felt him there with her.

“We made that.”

Outside, the snowflakes dancing in the night sky danced faster, hitting the wind chimes out their door.

Krolia smiled. “Merry Christmas, Tex.”

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