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bby-deerling · 6 months

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birthday cake (zoro x fem!reader)

more zoro fluff, i'm on a roll lately. recently discovered i share a birthday with brook (even though it's currently ages away), and got this silly little idea. wc 1k, zoro bullies sanji. same reader as my other zoro x reader fics!

Though it may not appear so to an outside observer, Zoro hangs onto every word you have ever said, absorbing them all like a sponge. It scared him at first, worrying he was getting distracted from his training, but over time he figured that singularly focusing on swordsmanship left him with a lot of empty space in his head to fill. The things you tell him; your poetic musings, all the technical aspects of the paintings you create, your darkest fears, and your eclectic range of knowledge about almost any topic all get filed away in the back of his brain.

His crew often found themselves flabbergasted when Zoro pulled this information to the forefront. When Chopper wonders aloud how lasers work, he grabs a napkin and sketches diagrams to accompany his explanation that was at least eighty-percent correct. When Robin comments on the ever developing impressionistic style of your pieces, she is quite amused that he has quite a lot to say about your brushwork as of late, going so far as to compare the way you hold your brush to his grip on his swords; you had stopped choking up so far on your brush at his suggestion to help increase the fluidity of your marks and seen a large amount of improvement in your work as a result. During the two years he spent on Kuraigana, he drove Perona up a wall whenever he caught her reading a book he recognized and gave her his very strong opinions on the characters that were entirely based on a brief synopsis you had given him.

That’s why it makes him absolutely crazy when he realizes the stupid, shitty cook has forgotten your birthday, one of the most basic, mundane things about you.

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” Zoro had asked him, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed.

“Nothing too far out of the ordinary. I suppose I’ll make a cake despite the fact that Brook can’t really taste it; I know Luffy will want to throw a big party—” Sanji began, before being cut off.

“Moron. Aren’t you forgetting something?” Zoro asks, voice dropping and laced with venom.

Sanji goes pale white with the realization that you shared a birthday with Brook—he had bought you a gift ages ago and forgotten about it, the exact date vaporizing into thin air.

“I can’t believe you forgot it’s her birthday too, especially after all the nonsense she did for yours last month. I told her it wasn’t worth it, but she insisted anyways.” Zoro hisses, jaw clenched.

Sanji ignores Zoro’s hostility and begins flipping through recipes, deciding on an elaborate, three tier sponge cake with strawberry flavored icing.

“She doesn’t want that.” Zoro said, staring over his shoulder.

“Remind me what your job is here again, moss-head?” the cook asks, cigarette in his mouth snapping as he bites down on it in frustration.

Zoro goes to the cabinet that harbors his liquor stash and pulls out a small cardboard box he had bought at the last island. “This is what she wants. Do you have the special pan for it?”

Sanji examines the box of angel food cake mix and sighs. “I’m not feeding her cake mix for her birthday, moss-head. I’ll make one from scratch.” he says, swearing under his breath when he realized how much of a dent it was going to put into the ship’s supply of eggs due to the sheer amount of egg whites required.

“She wants the box mix. It’s what she grew up having. If you won’t make it I will.” Zoro insists, pushing the box back towards the cook. “You know those cookies she likes from that bakery on her home island? With tons of sugar piled on top?”

Sanji nods. “I’ve been there. Zeff and I stole the recipe years ago. It’s really just a basic sugar cookie—"

“They have to be in the shapes of lambs.” Zoro said. Sanji desperately searches the moss-head’s face for any sign of him not being serious, but he turns up empty.

“Where the hell am I going to get a cookie cutter shaped like a lamb in the middle of the ocean?” Sanji snaps, secretly grateful for Zoro’s assistance but nonetheless vexed by his the swordsman’s demanding tone.

“Dunno, but you better figure it out soon.” Zoro says with a shrug, thoroughly enjoying the emotional turmoil that this entire situation was causing Sanji. “Ask Usopp or Franky to make one for you, though who knows if they’re willing at this hour.” Sanji clenches his jaw and nods and picks up a napkin that Zoro has scribbled a rough sketch on, making a mental note to bring it to Usopp later.

As Zoro turns to walk out of the kitchen, Sanji can’t help but throw him one last remark, despite not being in the position to do so.

“I’m surprised you remembered all this, moss-head. I thought all that was between your ears was empty space and ear wax.” he says, not looking up from his recipe book.

“You’re surprised I pay attention when she talks?” Zoro asks incredulously. Sanji sighs, knowing he practically walked into that one, and prepares for another verbal lash.

“I hope I don’t have to tell you her favorite meals too. Honestly, I don’t even see why we keep you around when you can’t even get this right without my help. Stuff like this is why Nami doesn’t give you the time of day, besides being an idiot pervert and all—”

“Out of the kitchen now, moss for brains.” Sanji snaps, shoving his boot into his back and kicking him towards the exit. Before he closes the door, Zoro pokes his head through the opening.

“No frosting.” he says. “Don’t forget.”

“None at all? You’re certain?” Sanji asks incredulously. Zoro nods affirmatively and slams the door to the kitchen, finally giving the cook some peace and quiet, fingers rubbing his temples to get rid of the headache that the swordsman had given him.

The next day, your shared birthday party with Brook in the Sunny's kitchen is the most memorable you’ve ever had, and you’re nothing short of amazed when Sanji pulls out cake and cookies identical to the kind your mother always served you.

The wonder in your eyes at how Sanji was able to replicate the desserts dissipates and is replaced by appreciation and understanding when Zoro grins at you and squeezes your thigh under the table, a silent admission that he'd helped the cook put everything together.

No wonder everything turned out so perfect; how could it not when he pays so much attention to what you need?

#one piece x reader #zoro x reader #x reader #zoro x you #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x you #i feel a lil bit sorry for sanji in this lol #i love writing them arguing

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star2fishmeg · 7 months

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Hi, how are you? How is your day? I hope you are having a good day.I read “Overseas” and I was wondering if you could do that for SWORD leaders and mighty warriors. If you have the time.

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Pairing: SWORD leaders x gn!reader (separate), Ice x gn!reader

Summary: SWORD leaders and having a foreign s/o they kept secret until they didn’t

Warnings: swearing

Authors note: Thank you for requesting! I’m glad you enjoyed ‘Overseas’!! I only included Ice for Mighty Warriors as he is the leader, I hope this is okay! This is my first time writing for him and Hyuga too, apologies for any ooc. In future I plan to include MW once I’ve grasped their characters more!

Request: above!

ʜɪɴᴏ 'ᴄᴏʙʀᴀ' ᴊᴜɴᴘᴇɪ

Most of this man’s life is a mystery, Yamato and Nobaru probably got a board of red strings and photos for him

How he met his s/o is a secret he’ll never tell, but knowing him, it was probably after a fight, probably casually grabbing a drink with dried blood painting his nose and upper lip

s/o likely cleaned him up on the spot, and he didn’t shoo them away bc a) he has manners believe it or not and b) he thought they were cute and why the hell would he say no?

He did smile though! Barely but from up close it was clear as day

From then on, he met up with them until they left, but s/o flies over to visit him whenever they can and the rendezvous continue

This guy is a texter, a rare caller. He’s texting them whenever he can, which is suspicious to the others bc he never answers their texts that quick

One time Yamato was in deep shit and Cobra aired him, but the moment they text? Mans like lightning

He leaked his s/o by pure accident and with the help of his friends snooping. His s/o sent him a package once a month of goodies from their country, with a letter and photos included and Sannoh just happened to get their hands on this before he did

Eyeing up the box, Yamato, Dan and Tettsu sheepishly gave each other looks. It wasn’t usual for Cobra to receive any sort of mail, let alone turn up at the diner. But the way the box was coated in cute stickers and little drawings of snakes piqued dire interest among the others. Their cold, mysterious leader, having an admirer?

“Think we should open it?” Tettsu asked, gently shaking the box to hear the rustling coming from inside.

“You’re fucking stupid, are you asking for a death wish?” Yamato hissed, snatching it off him and gently placing back on the back table where the man in question usually sat, “This is Cobra’s business, and we should stay out of it.”

“Or we can watch from afar, he’s here, act natural.” Dan grinned, him and Tettsu scurrying to the table in the centre of the diner, under the bottle chandelier and giggling like schoolgirls. Yamato rolled his eyes and sat at the bar. Cobra strolled in, eyes darting to the box in an almost panicked state. The boys pretended to not notice, but Cobra noticed Yamato taking a not-so-subtle glance his way as he ran his key through the tape.

Opening the cardboard shyly, he was met with a letter addressed to him, his real name, not his alias. Dan, Tettsu and Yamato snuck up behind him, looming over his shoulders for a peak. At that point his secret was out, Junpei gave up on trying to hide it as he rummaged through the tissue paper for the contents of the gift. Photos of s/o’s day trips and travels, one of those amusingly shitty tourist keyrings you find in the cities, handmade items they’d passionately told him about, a polaroid of the two of them they’d taken on their last visit to Japan and more. His favourite this time was the small Cobra figurine, with a note attached saying ‘punched a man for this like you taught me <3’. A smile graced his lips upon reading the letter, the other bewildered, practically hearing Cobra’s heart thump in his chest.

“Damn, not even we get Junpei privileges.” Yamato whistled; eyebrows raised in shock.

“And you never will.” Junpei scoffed, placing all the items back in the box and taking off.

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Definitely met his s/o in his club

They were at the bar, probably fending off some creep when he came over, getting the guy removed and permanently banned

Rocky introduced himself and apologised and their story continued from there

Gives the vibes that s/o just moved to Japan and was getting to know the area when they found Club Heaven

Teaches Rocky new one-liners in their native language for sure, also telling him about their country in general and all the culture shocks

And he listens to all of it happily, fully intrigued with the way they carry themselves and speak

Oh this man always lends them his coats, and they playfully wear his glasses bc it makes him smile every single time. He finds when they impersonate him the cutest

White Rascals actually had no idea about them until they burst through the doors one evening, panicking about being late to open the club

“So uh…this a thing now or a new member? Companion?” Koo asked for the group, giving y/n a hesitant look. Rocky only pulled them into his lap, coat still wrapped around their shoulders.

“S’my angel. She’s gonna be stickin’ around now.” He threw their legs over his lap, thumb rubbing their thigh. Koo and the others only nodded, focusing on opening the club and worrying about asking the details later.

Despite running late, the club still held its lively state with flashing lights, crisp sound blaring through the speakers, bar busy, dancefloor packed and Rascals serving the people when needed. At the top of the balcony, the VIP area, Rocky leant back on the red sofa, cigar smoke floating from his lips as his s/o melted into his side, legs over his knee and hand on his chest. Kizzy and Kaito side-eyed each other, still unsure of how the situation came to be and where this person came from to start with. Sure, they’d seen them at the bar, how could they not? But what were their intentions with their leader? They agreed, silently, with a nod to each other that Koo would be the one to ask since he’d already opened that can of worms.

ᴍᴜʀᴀʏᴀᴍᴀ ʏᴏsʜɪᴋɪ

OH BOY this interaction did not go smoothly

In fact, Yoshiki most likely either made the most awkward meeting or the most embarrassing one

He’s still cute tho, and his s/o thought so from the start

His shower packed up and the plumber wouldn’t come until the morning, but he really stank and so what does this kid do?

Go next door to his new and incredibly gorgeous neighbour who just moved from overseas

Man is fumbling when they let him in, he can’t believe he’s folding so fast

And somehow, in broken English (because it’s the only other language he knows from middle school), this awkward encounter gets him their digits

And dates, and a label. And amongst all this time passing, not once did he remember to tell his friends at Oya

His stomach dropped at the knocking on his door, eyes frantically looking for Seki and Furuya’s. Both men, looking back at him like deer in headlights, motioning him to answer. Murayama stood up nodding, making his way to the front door, mind screaming at him for forgetting to say something sooner, they were going to freak out like usual.

Opening the door slowly, he peered back before looking at y/n’s bright smile.

“Hey ‘Shiki! You busy?” they chirped, Seki and Furuya’s heads snapping around towards the entrance way.

“Uh, yeah. My friends are over right now, but I’m free tonight.” Was all he could muster up with such a dry throat. Saying goodbye he closed the door again, shaking his head as he took his walk of doom back to the living room and flopping back onto the couch. The silence killed him, so he kept his head thrown back and eyes closed, counting down from five. Four. Three. Two. One.

Furuya and Seki yelled, confusion and banterous hurt in their tones.

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Pure accidental meeting but he was so sweet

s/o probably took a wrong turn and ended up lost in Nameless City, devastated by what they were seeing

Until they bumped into Smokey, expressing their sympathy as well as the situation

Smokey did help them tho, showing them the way to where they were actually intending to go but s/o claimed they’d remember the route to see him again

They sent letters back and forth since that day, and s/o would fly over to help out the people when they could

Definitely wanted to tell Rude Boys but was hesitant about their reaction and never got around to it

Until s/o visits the base asking for Smokey and the boys stand there, guard up asking why someone looking so out of place wants their Smokey

Drawing back one of the ragged fabrics used as a curtain, y/n poked their head through first before shuffling into the base completely. They kept their footsteps quiet, not wanting to disturb the boys who were gathered in the middle. Yet Smokey was nowhere to be seen. Nerves bundled in their stomach, they’d never properly met the boys before, only seen them on patrol.

“Excuse me,” they called, all their heads snapping around to face them, “Christ- is Smokey around?”

Takeshi stood up and approached her slowly, the rest watching ready for any kind or cue, “He’s not here right now, can I help you though?” Their shoulders relaxed, letting out a breath as they gave him a small smile. Takeshi lowered his guard in return, glancing behind him for the others to do the same.

“Ah, I’m y/n, Smokey told me to come visit him here. That’s all he said.”

“Sounds like Smokey, vague but to the point.” Takeshi chuckled. As if on cue, Smokey’s figure trudged in, a smile gracing his lips upon seeing y/n. He pulled them into his side and placed a kiss to their head, watching the boys’ faces scrunch up or eyebrows raise.

“Boys, meet y/n, my s/o. Y/n, mee the Rude Boys.” Was all he mumbled out before slipping his hand into y/n’s and leading her to their meeting circle.

P scratched his neck, “Okay, why didn’t you say anything before, Smokey?”

“Forgot.”

ʜʏᴜɢᴀ ɴᴏʀɪʜɪsᴀ

This man fully lost to them in Poker at a Daruma festival

But was he mad about it? Not really, he was more impressed at their wits over anything else. No one dared gamble against Hyuga

So when s/o placed their winning cards down, smirking at his face, mans had to know them better

Probably made them his companion for the night, asking them if they’d come back to see him and of course they said yes

They kept this little thing between them for a while actually, until Hyuga wanted them around often, feeling a lack of excitement without them

And that’s how his s/o met Daruma properly: beating them at Poker

“Hyuga, I dunno where you found this person, but this is just embarrassing for Daruma.” Ukyo groaned, accepting his defeat and dropping his cards.

“You guys are just really bad at this, I thought you had experience?” y/n mocked, watching another member stare at their cards intensely. Hyuga’s arm remained wrapped around y/n’s waist, firmly keeping them on his lap while they played.

“No, you’re cheating!” Sakyo hissed, pointing a finger at them. Y/n shrugged, taking their turn and hearing another guy wail.

“Bold statement to make about Norihisa’s s/o, don’t you think?”

“You’re a monster!” Sakyo watched another Daruma lackey lose, y/n taking the chips for themselves.

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This guy is a festival attendee and a chronic one at that

So, he met his s/o at one of those when chasing them around the world

Gives me the vibes that his personality with music and destroying SWORD are complete opposites so when s/o bumped into him in the crowd, he happily vibed with them

Ended up eating together and finding out they were also festival chasing and decided that they’d attend as many as they could together, talking in between until eventually calling themselves a couple

Ice didn’t tell y/n about Might Warriors until later, he wanted to surprise them with a club they could properly find refuge in

He also didn’t tell MW about s/o, bc it never came up mainly

Ice I’ll come find you y/n How will you do that? Ice Baby I can spot you in any crowd

With strobe lights flashing, bodies dancing in all directions and music so loud the floor vibrated, y/n’s head was in no other place but bliss. Ice’s pride and joy surged through their veins as they relished in his dream.

Their thoughts were pulled back to earth as the familiar sound of a beat Ice had shown them months prior blared through the speakers, swaying their hips shamelessly to the rhythm. Large hands caressed their hips, pulling them into a firm chest and hot breath making the hairs on their neck stand on end.

“Told you I could spot you in any crowd.” Ice mumbled and they felt his smirk through his words. Spinning around to face him, y/n’s arms wrapped around his neck.

“Never doubted that,” they smiled, eyes flickering between his and his lips, “I’m gonna be expecting VIP access.”

“You had it by default, baby.” He laughed, capturing them into a sweet kiss.

“Hate to ruin the moment, but who the fuck is this?” A voice yelled over the music, breaking the two apart.

“Jesse! This is my s/o, y/n! They're kinda one of us but also not.” Ice replied. Y/n didn’t care whether they were a Mighty Warrior or not, they were Ice’s and that’s all they needed. Jesse’s glare softened and morphed into a nod of approval before slipping through the crowd to the VIP lounge.

H&L harem (if you wanna be tagged/removed in future H&L content, comment or lemme know via ‘chat to me bbygorl’ :D);

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inari-zaheer · 2 years

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May I request an ekko x reader where he and reader used to he friends with all of the gang from before episode 3 and they had crushes on each other but reader went with jinx and silco and instead of him and jinx fighting on the bridge he and reader fight and when hes about to punch her like in the show and he pauses a bomb goes off and reader covers him and gets hurt and when he wakes up he takes her back to the hideout and helps her and maybe they can confess?

Thank you for the request!

Stay Here With Me

Pairing:Ekko x Reader

Word Count:1245

A/N:Just so you guys know I don’t hate Vi, this is just a pov from a side of the history that saw the facts from a different angle😊

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Sometimes you thought about the life you had before.

When things even being harder for you then they were right now, they just seemed simpler somehow.

You were known in the Undercity as one of the kids that were adopted by Vander but after the fatidic day got under Silco's wing, just like Jinx.

The day of the factory explosion always came back on your mind, it was the day that everything had changed on your life, after Vi had abandoned Jinx you two became just like sisters, being trained by his goons and causing chaos around the city while growing up until he thought you were old enough to deal with serious stuff.

You could say that the two of you had a good life in material terms, Silco wasn’t necesarily a very affectionate person all the time and he definately wasn’t that much of a good person either but he always made sure you had almost everything you wanted when the two of you were kids.

But there was something that no mattered the money, nor power, you could never have it.

It was him. Ekko. Your childhood love and now worse enemy, that after the conflict near the sewers you just couldn't stop thinking about.

You always remembered your times with him when you were younger with joy, the days Vander would make stew and call him and Benzo over for dinner, when you guys would spy and gossip above the ceiling on Benzo's shop and the moments where youd be thinking about a future together.

But it was a long forgotten future that you quickly snapped out of as Jinx waved her hand in front of your face "Helloooo, Earth to Y/N! Come on monkey it's almost night already, we have to be at the bridge." She said walking to the exit of her lair where you were helping her with modifying the firelights.

Following her thru the lanes till the bridge you could not help but feel anxious, of course you trusted Jinx inventions, but you didn't know what kind of fire power that piltie that was with them had on the other side, but upon your arrival it looked like they should be the scared ones as the policeman you swore you saw multiple times in Silco's office threatened them.

Jinx mumbled something to herself as she activated the firelights, a beutifully dangerous explosion happened while you saw Vi running to the other side of the bridge again.

"Come on monkey, let's get that stupid gem already" She gracefully made her way to the ground and got the bag where the Hextec was secured and you quickly followed suit, but your worries came back as you clearly saw that something had bothered Jinx "Hey Jinxie, are you oka..." You didn’t even get to finish as she's opening fire against Vi and the piltie.

The both of you seemed to be more prepared for the conflict, but what you didn't expect was to see him sprinting towards your direction with a hoverboard in full speed.

Even with all the noise that came from the fallen exploded flys the only thing you could hear was the ticking of that stupid clock that Ekko always had with him, you guys looked at each other, it was almost funny, seriously? Having a fight like this? It almost looked like you were children again, playing with cardboard swords and paint guns, it could't be more fucking nostalgic.

But things got serious fast as Ekko managed to hit Jinx with all his strength, you quickly went to her rescue, not seeing the bomb she had promptly armed beside them, only to feel a heavy weight pushing you and losing conciousness.

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When you woke up you didn't recognize your surroundings but still felt a stinging pain in your torso as you tried to get up

"God i really thought I had lost you for real" That voice, that voice you had wished to hear everyday in the past and now just left you more confused that you already was, he quickly made his way towards you "You were too hurt after the explosion, but we thankfully could..."

"Get the fuck away from me" You tried ignoring the pain as much as you could while trying to get away from the boy "Where the hell am I? Are the new firelight thing kidnapping now? Where's Jinx?!"

"You need to calm dow Y/N your bandages will..." "I don't care! What have you done to my sister?!" You searched with your eyes for anything in the room that could be used against him, but they clearly thought this through

"What have WE done to her? She was the one that tried to shoot her sister in the first place, she was the one setting that damn bomb!" You could be angrier at him at this point "Oh that traitor? She stopped being Jinx's sister the moment she left us!"

"But she didn't-Shit! I should've listened to Scar ya know, should have let you die in the explosion instead of bringing you here, how come you just can't figure who is the real villain here?! Or have Jinx made you as fucking crazy as her-" "Oh don't you even dare saying a word abo-" You made a run to try and attack him but your legs failed as the pain was now unbearable

"Oh shit i warned you" He rapidly embraced you as to not let you fall, your first instinct was to wrap you arms around his neck for support but tried to free yourself the moment you noticed it only for Ekko to just hold you closer "Why can’t you just..."

All your prepared fit soon ended the moment you locked eyes with him, it wasn’t like anything you ever did with him, not every glare you ever gave him even behind his mask could even compare to this, no one has ever looked so deep into you eyes, into your soul like he was doing right now.

As inapropriate for the moment as it was, Ekko could not hold himself but to do something he wanted to do since he acknowledged his feelings for you, with you still in his armas he kissed you, a long waited moment for the both of you, it was filled with all the feelings you had for each other as the both of you tried to be as close as possible, and even then Ekko had the care to be gentle as to not hurt you, he was caring

After the kiss you just stared at each other, not exactly wanting to part ways but not knowing what to do either, it's not like you weren’t fighting before "You know i'm right about it, right? You don’t have to go back to them, they didn’t saw me taking you away from the bridge, forget about them and lets just be together here until you get better" He stated almost desperately at the thought of losing you to their side again

"Ekko you now I can’t just leave Jinx there..." Fearing he might regret this later he answered "Well...you don’t necessarily have to..." Your face immediately light up upon his statement "But only after you’re better! It’s still dangerous for you to be out there like this"

Knowing you would not scape Ekkos worries about you, you simply pecked his lips again "Deal, my boy saviour"

#ekko x reader #ekko arcane #arcane x reader #arcane fanfic #ekko #ekko fanfic

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terabyteturtle · 7 months

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Fighter #06 - Kirby

- Little Mac introduced him to Naruto and now he's a big fan of it. His favorite character is Kakashi Hatake.

- Kirby loves to cosplay! He often makes cosplays of the other fighters. It's not in a creepy way, it's just that he admires them and their unique abilities. Getting a wig is easy enough, since all he has to do is inhale them, but the clothes can be difficult because Kirby's body is so round. Cosplay Pikachu often helps him out and gives him tips.

- He likes painting rocks in his free time. To help earn funds for the mansion, he'll go back to Dreamland and sell them to the locals.

- He's a master of croquet, but somehow terrible at golf. If that wasn't bad enough, he only gets worse when playing Wii Golf.

- Cloud and Link are his idols. He'll hang out with them every chance he gets.

- Kirby's Ultra Sword is the biggest sword in Smash. Unfortunately, this has caused Sephiroth to hate him.

- Kirby is always the first fighter to greet new additions to the roster. No matter who they are or where they came from, he's always super excited to meet them.

- Despite his spherical stature, he's an amazing ballerina. He has a tutu that's pink, just like him.

- Kirby is one of the backup dancers for the Squid Sisters.

- He's a firm believer in giving second chances. He doesn't give a flying flea that the villains tried to kill him, everyone deserves a fresh start in his eyes.

- He loves to read fantasy novels. In his room, there's a giant bookshelf filled with tales about fairies, dragons, unicorns, and other mythological creatures. Speaking of which, he loves reading about Greek and Norse mythology. He finds it really interesting.

- Kirby can inflate anything in three seconds. If the Smash Bros are at the beach and the beach ball is going flat, he can refill it in no time. That being said, if the beach balls are forgotten, Kirby will NOT allow anyone to use him instead. That's just disrespectful.

- Terry introduced him to Earth music and now he can't stop listening to it. He loves k-pop and 80s music the most. His playlist is forty hours long and it keeps growing longer. Kirby wants to expand his horizons as much as possible, so he'll gladly take song recommendations, no matter what genre it is. In fact, that's how he figured out that he was a big Mastodon fan.

- He's really good at Just Dance.

- Kirby is a sweetheart, but his monstrous appetite can be really tough to deal with. Combined with the appetites of Pac-Man, Yoshi, Donkey Kong, Wario, King K. Rool, and King Dedede, it's a complete nightmare for whoever's making food that day. These devious fighters need to have at least three servings for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner.

- One time, the roster held a potluck to celebrate the fact that they were all still alive, and the hungry seven were allowed to have four servings instead of their usual three, which was a big mistake. The only thing left over was a single piece of chicken, and the following day, the seven of them fought over who would get to eat it. First, they argued with each other, then it became an all-out brawl. Of course, Kirby ended up winning. To commemorate his victory, he made himself a trophy out of cardboard, gold star stickers, and dried macaroni that he keeps in a display case in his room.

- He really wants to join in on the Mario Kart races, but keeps getting rejected because Warp Stars are too overpowered, apparently.

- Kazuya really hates him, but poor Kirby doesn't understand why. After Kazuya tried to kill him, Kirby picked some purple flowers and gave them to him as a peace offering. The grumpy devil man thought they were poisonous and crushed them underfoot. Poor Kirby was heartbroken, but he understood that Kazuya didn't have much plant knowledge. He seemed to hate him even more after Kirby showed him his copy ability. Legend has it that Kirby is still trying to win him over to this day.

- His favorite dessert is strawberry cheesecake and you can't convince me otherwise.

- Ever since Ken told Kirby about going to Disneyland with his family, it's become Kirby's dream vacation. He's currently saving up for a trip with the entire roster. His main goal is to meet Mickey Mouse.

- Over the winter, Kirby taught Pichu how to ice skate. Sephiroth was proud to see his son learning new things.

- Kirby and Samus enjoy eating spicy stuff together. Though he usually ends up with fire breath, he always has a good time.

- He brews the best tea in the world. If a fighter is feeling sick, he has tons of herbal tea recipes to help with whatever ailment they have.

- When it's rainy outside, he and the Pokemon will go out and jump in puddles.

- He has the biggest sweet tooth, but can't stand orange or lime sherbet. He doesn't know what it is, there's just something about it that he doesn't like.

- He loves scavenger hunts! During holidays, he always sets up themed scavenger hunts for the fighters to enjoy.

- He's one of the only fighters who have seen Meta Knight without his mask (the other is King Dedede). Being the kind friend he is, Kirby's never told anyone what he looks like.

- Kirby's usually opposed to stealing, but once in a while, he just likes taking Mario's hat. It's super comfortable, and it gives him an excuse to hang out with Cappy more.

- He and Jigglypuff are two peas in a pod. They're almost always together.

- When Jigglypuff has a bad fur day, Kirby is there in a flash with two combs and some hairspray. He doesn't really know what he's doing, but he tries his best to help her out.

- Kirby, Jigglypuff, and Little Mac have weekly binge-watching sessions. It all started when Little Mac had Kirby watch every episode of Naruto with him. After they finished, Jigglypuff later joined them and they ended up watching the entirety of Sailor Moon. Now, the three of them plan on tackling One Piece.

- He plays co-op games with Fox all the time.

- Link once took Kirby to Hyrule and introduced him to the Gerudo. Long story short, they're the only two voe allowed to enter Gerudo Town.

- Kirby is the type to snack on ice chips.

- This pink ball of destruction is incapable of getting brain freeze.

- His favorite Song from the Smash soundtrack is Green Greens from Melee. He loves Green Greens as it is, but this version makes him feel like he's on a quest.

Note: Next week, there will be not one, not two, but three sets of headcanons for your viewing pleasure. Stay tuned for the mercenary space fox, everyone's favorite supercharged rodent, and the lean, green fighting machine.

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Part 2 of Christmas gone downhill...? Please 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😘

Okayyy, since you asked so nicelyyy<3

Um, this is a very long part, so get yourself a comfy place plus food and something to drink :D

[First part]

Warnings: a little bit of Angst, Death, Death is a cute and shy dorky mess-but only around you, Jealous Jack, Jack goes thirdwheeling, awkwardness, Halloween makes you happy

Word count: 3. 939

Long ass chapter, and not proofread!!!

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[Last time : ]

“Please, he’s the grim reaper!“

“And??? Why do you care so much?“, you asked, fed up with jack. Seriously, what’s his deal?

He just stared at you angrily, you looking at him with a confused expression. He looked at your left eye, then your lips, and switched over to your right eye, repeating the process a few times before groaning in frustration and storming off.

...

You had no idea as to why Jack was behaving like that, but oh well.

As long as he left you alone...

It was eerily calm without Pitch attacking, now that he was gone. But you learned.

You found out that the tooth fairy and her little helpers would loose their ability to fly once the children stopped believing in her.

When seeing your great-something-grandfather not being able to even stand on his feet let alone hold his swords, you could only fantasize about what would happen to you once children would start-and then stop believing in you.

You saw Bunny in a normal bunny sized form, but it scared you. How could something so cute spit such harsh words? You guessed that his size decreased, the less kids believed in him.

But...you didn't really feel bad for him, when looking back to what Bunny said when he met Jack for the first time.

You didn't know what would happen to Jack once the kids would stop believing in him, considering they haven't even known him before, other than that they couldn't see him nor aknowledge his existence.

They'd just... walk through him. He'd just be an invisible ghost to them.

What you didn't know though, you craved to find out.

What would happen to Sandy once the children would stop believing in him? Would he loose his abilities?

Use his power against himself in a way to flee from the depression he'd feel when his sole purpose would be taken away from him?

Would he...become like Pitch?

Because...when you can't do anymore good...you do evil.

You could only hope for Sandy to never loose his smile and motivation to give the youngest population of the earth enough sleep and trust in the sandman.

You also had a high suspicion that Sandy wasn’t actually mute and was just fucking around with y’all because you could oftentimes hear some voice in sleeping hours and it wasn’t a noise you recognized. But it was also always when you were sleepy drunk and couldn’t difference reality from dream.

...

you, on the other hand, were new to everything. Halloween was around the corner, and then your first christmas, where you'd spread joy and fun all over the world. And your great..grandfather would watch you with a fond smile.

Since it was your first chirstmas this year, you chose the steampunk aesthetic. Whatever the kid wished for, you made it look vintage, savage, romantic and cool.

you were simply a steampunk sucker. It was such a cool genre of style!!!

once you'd put your own designed toys under the christmas tree, you'd make a graffiti painting on a cardboard, which would say:

The greatest granddaughter of Santa has arrived, and delivered. If you want an encore, be nice! Your Eva <3

But now, Halloween was more important. You still had to get over the fact that your overly great grandfather thought that you had feelings for Jack.

Too bad that you liked romaticists like Death himself.

And speaking of the hot devil, he asked you out on halloween. How?

Well...Flashback!

...

It was a rather snowy day- no shit- in the north pole, but nevertheless, you got a pleasant surprise visit from your crush.

Death.

Gosh, even hearing his name caused your knees to wobble, and your smile to shake. Your heart beat faster when you heard his soft deep voice, quietly talking to you, as to not attract unwanted attention from the elves, yetis, or worst, Santa himself.

"Hey.", he whispered, taking off his skull mask, putting his scythe next to your guitar as he climbed into your room through the big windows of your room. they fit perfectly next to each other.

And if it wasn't for your perfected self control and coolness, you would've fainted by now. I mean, who wouldn't when somebody as hot as Death himself found himself rubbing his neck shyly, just because he couldn't bring himself to look you in the eye.

A tall man, probably with a muscular body-the one of a greek god, to be exact- big biceps and visible veins in his forarms and hot big hands. and he smirked up at you with cheeky eyes and sharp canines.

Dimples on the cheeks...

Oh, he's so going to kill you. (but not with his powers 😏)

“Hey,“, you whispered back, allowing yourself to smile at him. “What brings you here?”, you asked quietly, turning on some soft music.

Again, he averted his eyes, a blush spreading from his cheeks to his ears and down his neck, making you snicker quietly. “I uh...”

Death looked around your room, one where he has been one too many times to count. And it was yours, to say the least. He found himself staring at one of your selfies with him and satisfied with how good the camera got him.

“I um, I just wanted to uh...”, he trailed off, coming to your pretty doe eyes and sweet smile in the picture.

“..gosh you look cute...”, he mumbled, but it was too incoherent for you to understand.

“What?”, you asked, hoping that he’d repeat himself.

Death flinched before chuckling nervously. “I-uh, ahah, well, um...”

‘Jeez, get it together, Death! Just--ask her out already!!’

“Would you...be free on Halloween?”, he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear over the lofi-hiphop music. But you understood it loud and clear.

You were also taken aback by the question, because you and him always did something on Halloween, like going on parties or going trick or treating in either ridiculous or slutty outfits.

“Um, sure. What would you like to do?”, you questioned, working on one of your many toys for another special kid.

Death was glad that your back was towards him, because he found himself sweating like crazy at your question. He was actually surprised that you accepted his proposal.

“Oh uh, well, why, nO! NO, no.“, he exclaimed loudly, embarrassed of himself for being so loud when you and him always used to talk quietly to each other. Like it was only you two in this big world.

He mentally kicked himself millions of times when he got to see the shocked look you gave him. He liked it even less when you placed the doll down, the needle for stitching the arm to the shoulder placed in the middle of where should be a heart, and rushed towards him.

Now, he could feel your warm hands on his cold forehead, but he still felt like a burning sun inside. What was obvious though was his fast and loud beating heart and his red face.

That was one of the rare times that you’ve seen your pretty reaper in a flustered state, but you’ve only asked him what he would like to do. So why was he so nervous?

“it, it is um, it’s a-- a surprise...!”, he stuttered, nodding down at you assuringly, his lips cracking a wobbly smile.

You nodded slowly, as to let him know that you were okay with it. “Of course, at surprise. But...could you give me a hint on what to wear on this special occasion?”, you asked innocently.

But, since Death was a closet pervert and you were his crush, he thought that you were flirting with him in his delusional state.

Sweat running down his back like a waterfall, he subtly took a few steps back and turned to the side as to look at the details of your room again-but he was screaming internally.

Gosh, your voice was so seductive right now-- a-and the question?!

“Uhm, y-you could like, wear comfy clothes? A-and just, warm? And because it’s gonna be October and then N-November, and night, yo-you should wear warm clothes..! Yes, w-warm clothes...! Haha-he...ha...”

‘What the heck was that?! How stupid can you sound, Death!?’

You found his little rambling very cute, to be honest, and you cherished the way he kept looking back and forth nervously between you and the room’s objects.

‘Could it be...? Nah~, not little old me, what to I even have to offer?’

You just nodded again at his suggestion and a knock made Death leap out of the window like a frog, taking his mask and scythe while doing so. And just as the door opened, revealing a sour looking Sandy as you closed the window.

Sandy sat down on your bed and had a cute little frown and pout on his face. Somehow you were the only one who always understood him, even though he was mute, so he always seeked your presence for comfort, advice and help.

And you always let him, considering the fact that there might be a chance of him becoming like Pitch when he doesn’t get taken care of as well-at least in your ideology, it made sense.

“Hello Sandman, how can I help you? Fruit tea?”, cue to him nodding firmly, still having his arms crossed. And what he wanted, you provided.

(It was just him and Bunny playing a board game and Bunny cheated the whole time, and Sandy of course noticed, but since Sandy couldn’t say anything, Bunny used that to his advantage.)

...

As you were stuck between putting on a warm sweater and a big hoodie, Jack stormed in again. “You’re going out?”, he panted, as if he ran a hundred miles.

You only frowned at him before looking at yourself in the mirror, making sure you were looking edgy but still cute. You felt the cheeky boy’s eyes on you, and you turned around sassily and telling him to fuck off.

“Don’t want to.”

“Why not.”

“I don’t want you to go to Death.”

‘Shit, did uncle Sandy tell him about us?!’

“What are you, my older brother, my dad, or the police?”, you started, making your way over to him. “Who do you even think you are, bossing me around, huh?”

Jack frowned at you, trying to defend himself, but he didn’t really have any other argument besides being jealous and heartbroken. “What if he doesn’t treat you right?”, he muttered, but you could catch him.

“What if you meet him for once? He’s a nice guy, unlike you...”, you trailed off, putting all the stuff you needed into a nice bag of yours. You didn’t catch the mischievous smirk of the Ice guardian, because you gave him an idea.

“Okay, have fun~!”, he chirped happily before dissappearing again, leaving you with a strange feeling in your stomach. One look at your watch and you noted that you could come late to your little da-meet up! with Death.

As you bid goodbye to everyone, you went over to where Santa’s sleigh was. There, you took out a dark, edgy, an cool looking, steampunk designed motorcycle, which had some futuristic objects on it like drones did when they fly, just much bigger.

Starting the motor, you started driving into the night, unaware of a person following you. As you drove, you turned on some nice music and enjoyed the cool night air. You had to smile at the memory of Death stuttering about you having to be kept warm and to wear warm clothes. But since you radiated high body heat already, you only used your hoodie, no need for a jacket.

As you noticed the moon, you waved your hands at it, hoping the man on it would see it. “Wish me luck. Happy Halloween. I hope it’s not too cold, Mister.”, you whispered as you smiled sadly.

Thinking about the man on the moon, you got depressed. He probably has nobody around him, always watching the earth, the kids, the dangers, and you guys the whole time, year after year.

He must be cold. Probably not warm, fuzzy blanket, ot even a roof over his head. Does he even eat? what if he has nobody he can share his life with? No partner? No love?

A warm, utterly sad tear ran down your cheek, and you took a shaky breath. “I will visit you, once my spaceship is done. I promise.”, you croaked before more tears ran down your face.

You hated being so emotional, but hey, at least it’s not in front of anyone you know. Also, these thoughts affected your mind everyday ever since North told you about the man on the moon.

Sniffing quietly, you drove a little faster over the clouds, avoiding approaching planes as much as you could.

Jack flew a few hundred feet behind you, and he frowned when the wind echoed your words to the man directed to the moon. your tears came to contact with his hands, because the wind blew the sad water which emerged from your orbs right to the etheral nightsky. Jack looked at the drop with a sorrowful expression, and then to the moon.

He regretted being so unthankful for getting another chance at life. Through the man in the moon, he was able to fight Pitch and win, and meet North, the elves and Yetis, the tooth fairy and her sweet little helpers, Sandy and Bunny.

And of course, you.

You, who always knew what to say whenever somebody needed help, comfort or advice. You, who had his back when Pitch was about to strike his back with his scythe. You, you baked some muffins whenever Jack was depressed over being grounded because he hurt the kids though his shenanigans.

You, who is so nice an-and sweet to everyone, about to have your first christmas in which you are the one designing and making all the toys for the children. You, who always looked out for him when he was away for too long and the scolded him right after.

You, who was such a badass, you helped him land the final strike to pitch after all, before he got chased by his own horses and vanished for good.

You, who is so, so beautiful when you’re not frowning or pouting cutely at him, who, when doing the most mundane things, can make anything look amazing.

Yeah, I think Jack fell in love with you. And no way some emo reaper like Death would be taking you away from him. He couldn’t and wouldn’t allow that.

So, he followed you to your date-No-meet up, yes, just a nice meet up with your friend. Before he could think of a plan, you already reached your destination.

As you were making sure you looked good and pretty enough by fixing your outfit and hair in front of a car window, Jack looked around the area. It was just another neighbourhood, except that there were more teens than children.

Jack thought that teens would also believe in him, but as he relived the nightmare of somebondy just walking through him right now, he felt defeated.

Only children would believe in Jack Frost.

Teenagers don’t.

“Death!”, you called, he scared you by teleporting behind your back and just watching you with hooded eyes as you made yourself ready for him. Jack jumped into a nearby dumpster as to not get caught.

Death had a little smile on his face and took a small bouquet of dried roses from his back. “I got you a little something...”, he mumbled, looking to the side bashfully.

Jack caught a glimpse of the trashy bouquet and heard your shy, happy giggles. “Thanks Death, they’re beautiful.”, you said softly, relishing the way his eyes scanned over your face quickly for any discomfort or dissatisfaction before finding none and allowing himself to smile shyly.

Jack wanted to puke. All that lovely-dovey shit Death pulled made him sick to his cold bones and heart. But, he should’ve thought before he acted-

woops, there he stood, in front of Death.

You stared at Jack in shock, questioning how he even got here. then it dawned to you. As you called his name, he introduced himself to the reaper.

“Jack-”

“Jack Frost is my name. Who’re you.“, he sputtered proudly and cockily, although he had to look up to the giant who stood in front of him.

The cute and shy, romantic Death from 30 seconds ago was long gone, and the stereotypical Death came to light. He put on his mask, covering his face and his eyes glowed red.

“The name’s Death. Also known as the grim- or soul reaper. What brings you here?”, the man standing in front of the guardian asked, his sexy deep voice making you swoon.

But, you didn’t want this to lead to an escalation, so you stepped in. “Yeah Jack, why the hell are you here?”

Jack stood there for a moment before he laughed nervously. “Well, um- uh, N-North wanted me to come look for you, in- in case you might get into trouble! Yep, he wanted me to come look after you-”

“So you were stalking me the whole time?”, you interrupted him with an angry look on your face. Your great ... grandfather may be overprotective of you, but he'd never step in when you were doing something with your friends.

...

North is fond of cupid and your other mystic friends, but Death and his guys...not so much. Sure, Headless, who's carrying his head on his hands is not the best talking partner, considering that you have to talk to him while looking at his decaptivated head in his hands, and not where a head should normally be located in.

missy-ghost (my OC) is weird around the edges, yes, but once North would meet her how she normally is, and not her being on the most respectful level with him because 1. he is santa and her favourite person in the whole world, 2. because he is related to you, and Missy-Ghost is just so infuriated with you being her best friend it's...scary. But, despite being able to walk through walls and making herself invisible, she respects every single of your boundaries. Maybe because she's had a little crush on you, but you're more like an older sister to her, so that phase quickly vanished. And maybe North is still recovering from seeing her eat cookies with toothpaste and beans. Well, everyone's kind of weird in the head, right?

Of course, Death has many other friends, but he himself is who your great-something-grandfather wants to protect you from. Death, who is so whipped for you it's crazy. And North knows that Death has fallen for you, so he can only hope that you didn't fall for the "bad guy" either.

You don't know that every little present you gave the reaper, whether it'd be a christmas-, easter-, or birthday gift- heck, even a small note which said 'baby shark doo doo doo ', (even when he grew annoyed of that song), he'd keep it.

You have no idea how many times your crush has beaten himself up for not being able to text you back like a normal person, only replying with 'cool', or for thinking that he didn't look good enough for you, or for thinking if he'd ever have a chance with you.

I mean, look at you, and then look at him:

You, Eva Moroz, who is about to have her first, and very own christmas, and has already toys for nearly the whole globe.

You, Eva, who is riding on a sick, cool motorcycle, driving out in the night sky and looking hella awesome.

You, who is amazing with kids, making them new toys out of scratch whenever they ask for it.

You, who has come into his life so fucking easily, that he doesn't even dare to imagine what it was before or what it would've been without you. Sure, he might've caught a crush on this person or the other, but he believes that he'd never feel anything like you giving him even a grain of your attention to be an expierence of a lifetime like he'd do with other people.

You, who is so nice and sweet, always willing to help his stupid car, of which he thinks likes you more than him, even though it can't be helped. It's you who we're talking about!!!

You, who looks so hot no matter what, but when it came to going to the beach with the other guys and Death would see you in your swimming outfit, which hugged your figure nicely and let the world see some of your many tattoos, he'd always have to excuse himself to take care of something, his guy friends snickering at his quick retreat.

Or when you'd touch his cold hand one night. Of course, it was an accident, you and him were never meant to brush hands, it just happened- and then you felt a chill run up your arm, starting from where your and his hands came into contact. "What the fuck, Death?!", you'd yelled, scaring the flustered boy next to you. Death thought that you hated him when you yelled and wanted to apologize for touching your hand, even though it was a fucking accident you fucking dipshit- "The fuck are your hands so cold!? Ad dai mnye!", you called, grabbing the hand next to you and stuffing his cold ass hand into your hot pocket, your lava-warm hand included, interlacing your fingers with his. Death's mouth was open, apology ready to shoot, but not neccesary, as he felt his enveloped hand get warmer by the minute. He only looked to the side, hiding his blush which you couldn't see anyways because of the mask he wore. "Thanks..", was all he mustered up that day.

And you, who has no idea how much he's smitten for you. and it's a surprise that you haven't even caught up on it yet...

And now, let's look at him.

Sure, he's got a great built over the years or kiiling of rebellous souls, fighting for another chance at life with the surprising lot of power they had. He also started training because of you but you didn't need to know.

Death felt more alive the more you two got into contact, and well, he fell for you.

Death had a deep, calm voice, but it could break easily around you.

Death never thought of himself as a romanticist, thinking that he'd end up alone or becoming a man whore. But because of you, he stayed a virgin, ignoring the many women that reached out to him whenever he wanted to bring you a gift in his human disguise.

Death, who tried to cook your favourite food and halfway did it, but you had ot give him 5/10 because it didn't look that appetizing and it tasted rather boring. But, it wasn't so bad when you offered to help him cook it and it either ended with you two on the ground ringing for air and the whole kitchen becoming dirty or you two brushing against each other subtly, with longing touches and lots of eye contact.

Death, who wrote you many poems and delarations of love in different languages, forms of paper, in gifts, as a riddle and other things imaginable, but never showed any of that to you, because he thought that you'd think of him as a simp.

Death, who's dying to tell you everythinkg about the lord of the seven rings and star wars like the huge nerd he is but he still fears that you wouldn't like smartasses.

Death, who fantazises about you in the most unholy hours of the night and day, of you stepping on him, calling him names, choking him, pulling his hair, having him on a leash, but under the condition of him being inside you.

Death, who is so fucking submissive around you that he can't help but whimper quietly when you're even in the same room as him, or who does what you've asked for in lightening speed, only for his praise kink to go brrrrrrr when you thank him and call him "my good boy". A bold-very bold- move of you, but when it works...

So, all in all, Death would be the biggest, nerdiest, submissive loser, and he'd be your loser <3

...

But still,

somehow,

(Because I said so,)

you two were still not fucking together.

And why?

Jack.

...

I'm so sorry for stopping mid-story, because I had no idea on how to move on, so uh, yeah.

I hope that you guys would still like another part, even when It's going to be super late again...

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home video--a byler ficlet i’ve been working on.

the party makes videos in the woods of their dnd tales. they make will play the princess, and mike the charming knight

notes: no warnings other than implied bad views on romance from both will and mike’s families, other than that it’s a fluff piece! also, this is obviously not my attempt to feminize will by any means--i think he’s actually more masculine between him and mike, not that it matters. i just think the idea of him being forced to play the princess because he’s the shortest is super cute lol. also this is set pre-s1, like the summer before their first semester of seventh grade. okay enjoy!

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There were worse roadblocks to hit, really.

There was one time when they had trekked all the way out into the woods, costumes adorned and everything, just to discover the batteries in the camera were dead. One time, Will was running for an action shot only to snag his costume on a branch, and they had to ask his mom to resew it. Now, however, all the costumes were perfect, and the batteries were at full power, and...

"This wig is itchy," Will complained. All of the movie was shot but the end. Lucas and Dustin, who had played a knight and bard respectively, had finished filming, and they had to go home since it was getting dark.

"Come on, I've tried it on and it's not that bad," Mike replied, positioning the camera up on a low tree branch to capture the scene. He was in his knight costume, cleverly designed by Will and crafted by his mom using a combination of cardboard and silver paint. The silver paint made it believable and not silly. Obviously.

"Why do I have to be the princess? I was already the princess last time, I'm better at being the wizard." Will countered. In their last feature film, Will played the princess as well, but he chickened out of doing anything romantic and ended up being a princess-wizard instead. Will thought it was cool; the others in the Party did not seem to share the same sentiments.

Dustin, Lucas, and even Mike were all pushing to add more romance. It was at the end of every DnD campaign that they picked out the prettiest girl in the village they saved and married her. Will never really cared for that sort of thing yet, much more content with going off to save other villages or discover previously unknown spells.

Will's friends were a bunch of hypocrites, anyway. They wanted to add the princess, but they never wanted to play the princess. They always had to make Will do it. And why was that?

"That's easy," Mike grinned, content with the camera's placement before coming over to Will. "It's 'cause you're the shortest." He ruffled Will's hair, making a point to stand on his tipped-toes to look down at Will.

"Ugh!" Will pushed Mike's hand away gently, but he couldn't help but grin as well. "Whatever, Mike. Just wait, I'm gonna be the tallest in the Party one day."

"I'm sure you will be," Mike replied, not an ounce of sarcasm in his tone, his gaze lingering and fond. He did look rather tall in his knight costume, all that silver paint glittering--not to mention how cool his sword from the Ren Faire looked. (Will always wanted to go to the Renaissance Faire, but his family didn't have the money. Mike said he'd invite Will next year, but he wasn't sure his mom would like that.)

"Have you read over your lines?" Mike asked, and the question seemed to snatch Will's mind from wondering and slam him down onto the ground. He'd read over the script, but actually acting it out...he nodded, face flushed.

"Are you sure about it?" Will asked. Swallowed. "The kiss, I mean." He didn't want to say it, but it couldn't go unmentioned. He didn't want to admit it, but he wasn't sure he was ready. When he'd seen it in movies, kissing looked kind of weird. He supposed that, on a distant day when he was older, he'd have to find a nice girl and kiss her. But he was no Lucas or Dustin, no real romantic.

"I'm sure," Mike shrugged. Hesitated, a calculating look in his eyes. "It doesn't count, it's for a movie." He said, and Will supposed that made sense. Sometimes actors dated or got married after being love interests in a movie, but usually they didn't. The kiss didn't actually mean anything, it was all show business...so why was Will so nervous?

"It's gonna be fine, Will, you'll do great. And you can call cut any time, okay?" Mike went over to the camera and pressed record. "And, action!" he called, because he couldn't help but play director as well.

"Thank you for saving my village," Will started, beaming to hide his nerves. He made no effort to make his voice higher, because then Mike would laugh and they'd both surely dissolve into a fit of giggles. "It was so terrifying to see all my people turned to stone, but now I can't thank you enough for breaking the curse!"

Mike smiled right back at him, putting his hands on his shoulders. His face flushed, and Will's matched, embarrassment creeping up his spine at how flimsy this purple dress felt.

"You don't have to thank any of us," Mike recited gallantly, using that prince voice that Will fought all the urge to laugh at. "It was an honor to help."

"Even so..." Will's voice was shaky. He thought, strangely, about what would happen if the wrong person saw this footage. Jonathan or mom wouldn't care, they knew about showbusiness. But the bullies at school, or his dad, as far away as he was...

"Even so," Will insisted. "I wish to leave you with a parting gift." The look in Mike's eyes then was one of curiosity, of want...Will would have to ask him where he learned such detailed acting. With a microscopic nod from Mike, Will pushed himself up on tipped toes and pressed a kiss to Mike's lips.

He'd planned for it to be supersonic quick, faint, basically nonexistent. But he hadn't expected it to feel like this; both weird and kind of nice, a foreign feeling he wasn't entirely opposed to. He held the kiss, hands cupping Mike's cheeks, for a moment longer. Even when he pulled a breath away, he went back for another kiss, an unnoticeable moment, testing the feeling. It was as if, if he didn't get enough of the feeling, he'd forget it.

It would probably be a long, long time before he got a real kiss. If this wasn't a real one.

"Oh," Mike whispered. His eyes were dazed, the setting sun casting faint golden beams onto his clunky knight armor. "Thank you, princess. I'll treasure this gift forever." He held Will's hand up to his lips, kissing his knuckles, which was not in the script. Improvisation, Will thought, temporarily dazzled by Mike's performance. "Until we meet again," he concluded, and with that, he left the frame. End scene.

Will dusted off his dress, breathing a sigh of relief now that he could take off his wig. The epic highs and lows of being an actor. "One day, when we write something bestseller, we'll have someone else wear the wig in the movie."

"Yeah," Mike laughed, stopping the recording and turning off the camera. "In our movies, we'll have all the best actors fighting over roles." He gathered his things, and Will did the same, his gaze roving over to Mike. Mike wasn't looking at him, seemed indifferent.

(Will wasn't romantic. He wasn't. Romance was gross. He knew they were going into seventh grade, but even still, it wasn't his thing. But one thing he swore by was that he would give his first kiss to someone special. He didn't want to be one of those seventh graders with an eighth grader girlfriend that ditched him once she hit high school. He hadn't had a crush before that he could remember, someone who he wanted to hold hands with or go to the movies with. He only really wanted to go to the movies with Mike; and now he'd held his hand and kissed him. And he just wanted to stay here, in this scratchy wig, and write scripts where maybe he'd get another kiss.)

"Do you think romance is really like that?" Mike asked, looking at Will curiously then as they started to walk home. "Knights and princesses and cordial fights for honor, that kinda thing."

"I doubt it," Will shrugged. After all those nights of hearing his mom and dad fight before they split...of going to Mike's for refuge only to hear them fight as well...love was for the movies. Maybe that was why he felt so sparkly then, the nervous whirl in his stomach when he kissed Mike; it was simply his passion for the movies.

"Hm," Mike shrugged. "I guess I won't bother with it, then." He playfully bumped Will's shoulder, which made Will's face flush as he grinned. That was for the best; Will couldn't imagine something more upsetting than Mike, or anyone in the party, really, getting a girlfriend. Fighting with her. Kissing her. (At least maybe then they'd have someone to wear the wig. Or they wouldn't need the wig.)

"I..." Will started. Mike looked over at him--Mike was the only one that did that, looking over at him at the smallest indication he'd speak; no one else seemed to notice. He would speak a lot less if Mike didn't do that; he wasn't sure if it was good or bad. "I don't mind playing the princess. If you need me to, in the future...only until I get taller than you, I mean."

"Oh?" Mike asked incredulously. "Um, yeah, sure, that's great! I mean, it's just Lucas and Dustin that keep pushing the romance plot, really, it's kinda ridiculous..." his voice faded into a faint grumble.

"Do you not..." Will could physically feel his heart sinking, and he didn't know why. Minutes before, he hated the idea of playing the princess, so why did the idea of him being off the hook hurt so much? "Do you not want me to play the princess?"

"No!" Mike shook his head. "No, of course not. I like you playing the princess...I mean, it's better than Dustin, right? But, uh...well, the wizard's always gonna be your best character..."

Will smiled to himself at that, the feeling inside his heart like a fresh warm bowl of popcorn and the comfort of a home video.

#hm #this was not proofread and i have a chapter of ctp due tonight i need to proofread baby !!#hope you liked it! it started out as a drabble and became a one shot lol #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #not tkk

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impishtubist · 2 years

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what was that you wanted wholesome dad!sirius and son!harry content?

sirius taking harry to a carnival and getting his face painted to match harry's

harry insisting that sirius is the coolest person ever and begging him to come talk about his ministry job at every "bring your parent to school" day, then sitting with rapt attention while sirius tries to make the formalities of a policy-based government job sound exciting.

sirius building harry a playhouse in the backyard and letting harry sit inside the playhouse with a popsicle while he puts together flower boxes for the windowsills

harry finding out which song sirius and remus danced to at their wedding and trying his hardest to learn how to play it on an instrument...except he's positively hopeless at it, so he recruits hermione to help him figure out a way to surprise the two of them with live music for their anniversary instead (and then, when he tells them what his first plan was, being coerced into performing the song anyway. Remus takes a camcorder recording of it and Sirius swears if the house ever burns down, that's the thing he goes back in to grab because it's so sweet, albeit off-tune)

sirius being the first one to figure out that harry's got a ticklish spot and refusing to tell james what it iswhen harry's a baby, but then when he ends up raising harry taking every opportunity to to the "egg crack" motion on harry's knee to watch him squeal with laughter and try to squirm away

harry knowing that sirius is tired when he comes back from work trips and crawling into his bed early in the morning while he's still asleep to cuddle with him on a weekend (from toddler age all the way up to his late teens)

sirius building cardboard castles in the living room of grimmauld place for harry to defend (he had a knight phase) and conjuring up fake dragons for harry to pretend to fight with his little wooden sword

Harry learning EARLY on as a kid that Santa's not real (*cough cough Ron cough cough*) but pretending that he doesn't know sirius is the one who snuck downstairs and wrapped presents for him and feigning surprise when he comes downstairs and sees the cookies that he made have been eaten by "santa". (in later years, when remus gives him choices, harry conveniently chooses for the christmas cookies to be sirius' favorite kind. just because.)

sirius being the BIGGEST shit as harry gets older and ~conveniently~ stumbling into the room whenever harry and his boyfriend are about to kiss and then lovingly ribbing harry for it over ice cream in the kitchen after the boyfriend leaves

harry finding out what happened to regulus and spending a year doing as much research as possible to try and retrieve his body and clear his name, and ultimately getting a posthumous order of merlin given to sirius on regulus' behalf.

sirius passing down regulus' watch to harry when he hits 17, because he wants him to have something that's not flashy/expensive, but that's sentimental

harry getting his first tattoo and nervously telling sirius about it, thinking that he'll be mad, but instead making sirius cry because he never expected that harry would get a tattoo about how much their little family means to them

Hi hello yes I'm now going to bully you into writing ALL of these as microfics. And I was not prepared for the Regulus ones! What the hell! This is all so fucking adorable and you're the best, 10/10 no notes.

#imp speaks #sirius and harry night #wolfstar raising harry #good godfather sirius black

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taming-hellfire · 11 months

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HERE WE GO AGAIN! :'D

gale: 1 , 19 , 27 || evra: 3 , 9 , 17 || juud: 7 , 8 , 23 || kane: 5 , 11 , 16 || tavish: 8 , 16 , 20 || breeze: 1 , 14 , 27 || patron-3: 15 , 17 , 25 || steve: 7 , 16 , 28 || hermit: 8 , 17 , 27

(accepting)

1 . how long are their nails? do they paint them? // He keeps his nails short no matter what. If someone else wants to paint them, it's fine by him, but he isn't doing it himself. 19. what household chore do they like doing? // None. Let him rest... 27. what do their hair care products smell like? // Either a very bland, basic 'clean' smell from no-name products, or whatever Mohrn's soap smells like. He does steal from other boyfriends, but more often than not it's Mohrn's he steals.

3. what are their favorite fabrics? least favorite? // They don't really care about fabric textures, they care more about gory textures. 9. does your muse usually carry around a bag/purse/backpack? or do they prefer to keep only what they can fit in their pockets? // They often keep a bag hidden under their cape when they have it on. 17. what is their favorite scent? (candles, perfume, food, etc.) // They enjoy freshly dug up soil, and the smell before it rains.

7. body hair; do they crop anything short? let it grow naturally? wax? // He is hairy and proud of it. All natural, baby. 8. name two or more things your muse can’t leave the house without. // Edur, and his ceremonial Awoken-make sword. 23. do they have a comfort movie? book? tv show? // Not really. He gets his entertainment from watching Eliksni and Vex squabble over space.

5. do they have a skincare routine? if yes, how involved is it? // He likes to use bone marrow for this purpose, but otherwise you are not getting many cosmetic items outside the Last City. 11. do they have any sensitivities to smells? // He's good at identifying citrus smells. 16. what is their favorite flavor in food? // Gale.

8. name two or more things your muse can’t leave the house without. // Detonators, and goggles. 16. what is their favorite flavor in food? // He's partial to more starchy flavours, whether it be tubers, bread, or anything else. Bland is hard to mess up. 20. do they have a “comfort outfit” or a go to look? if so, why did they choose those pieces? // His go-to outfit is usually padded for explosions, and cobbled together from scraps, but all in all very piratey.

1 . how long are their nails? do they paint them? // She bites her nails. She doesn't care about nail polish, either. 14. is there a sound that drives them crazy? ( like the sound of nails on a chalkboard, styrofoam rubbing together, cardboard boxes, etc?) // The crunching of leaves drives her nuts, for whatever reason. 27. what do their hair care products smell like? // Lye.

15. what is their favorite genre of music? // He likes swing music. 17. what is their favorite scent? (candles, perfume, food, etc.) // Motor oil and camphor, but he's also fond of vanilla. 25. what do they do when they are deep in thought? ( bite their nails? twirl a strand of hair? lick their lips? just look off to the side? nothing too exciting because this is a highly specific question? lol ) // He burns a hole in the carpet when he's thinking. He's a man of movement, but always keeps his arms firmly locked behind his back.

7. body hair; do they crop anything short? let it grow naturally? wax? // He is also very proud of his hairy body. 16. what is their favorite flavor in food? // He's fond of blueberries. 28. how dedicated are they to their favorite color? must everything they own be that color? do they even care that much? // Everything has to have red, white, or both. He doesn't care how often he gets called a walking candy cane. He has to have them.

8. name two or more things your muse can’t leave the house without. // His hat, and his Malfeasance. 17. what is their favorite scent? (candles, perfume, food, etc.) // Whiskey. 27. what do their hair care products smell like? // He likes pine scents, woodsy.

#gale // dying embers #evraskys // flames of ether #juudrich // fire and ice play together nice #kane // herald of nothing #tavish // eliksni explosion enthusiast #breeze // storm coming in #patron // thy reckoning requires a lot of paperwork #steve // i'd give my life #hermit // you get what you put in

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nrrrdgrrrl2002 · 1 year

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Painted Faces

A short story about fnal Casey

“The kids looked up at the play place. “Alright men!” Casey said as he held up a cardboard sword. “And girl” he continued, pointing the sword towards his sister, middy.

“It’s time to go. On a princess quest!” He yelled with enthusiasm. “Why are you in charge?” Donnie asked.

“Cause I’m the oldest” Casey responded. “Are you guys gonna come save me?” April yelled down at them from the top of the play place.

“But it’s our birthday” Donnie said. “Yar! Are ye mateys coming or not? Yar!” Raph said in his pirate costume as he was holding onto a rope ladder.

“Yeah! You better hurry before we make her walk the plank!” Mikey chimed in, looking the wrong way as he had eyepatches on both eyes. Raph gently turned his head the right direction.

Middy and Leo looked at the two gap toothed boys argue impatiently. “I know what I’m doing better” Casey said. “Well I should be the one to save the princess!” Donnie argued.

“I’m gonna win!” Middy yelled as she already started climbing up. “Hey!” The boys yelled as they ran to catch up.

Raph fake fought her before middy “stabbed” raph by putting the sword between his side and arm. “Ohh!” Raph yelled overexcited.

“I’ve been murdered!” He yelled in fake pain. “You were?!” Mikey said freaked out as he jumped onto raphs head. “Mikey wait!” Raph yelped as both tumbled down to the padded floor.

Mikey took off one of his eyepatches and saw raph. “Oh good! You’re alive!” He said. “No. I’m a ghost” raph said sarcastically. Mikey jumped up and hugged him. Raph sighed and patted his brothers head.

Middy giggled at the boys before climbing through a tube to get to princess april. She managed to get to her. She was wearing a paper crown and a yellow princess costume.

“I’m gonna win!” Casey said as he climbed up the netted rope. “Nuh uh!” Donnie responded right below him.

“You two. I swear..” Leo groaned as he started to climb up the rope. The boys then suddenly heard a scream.

They saw something fall near them and hit the non padded part of the floor. As they looked down, they realized it was middy.

“Sis!” Casey yelled as he jumped down. April looked down with hands over her mouth before also climbing down.

“You ok?” Raph asked as all the kids went up to her. “I’m sorry! I thought you were the six eyed mirror monster!” April said as she ran up.

“The what?” Mikey asked. “I got you” Casey said as he tried to help her up. “Ow! My arm!” She cried.

“Oh dear! What happened?!” Zayton said as him and yoshi ran in. They went up to middy to check.

“Looks like your arms broken, sunshine” zayton said to middy. “We’ll have to take you to the hospital” he continued as he picked her up.

“Come on moonlight” he said to Casey as he extended a hand to the six year old. “Ok” Casey said as he toon his dads hand.

“Aww! You guys have to leave?” Mikey whined. Yoshi looked at his sons and then at zayton.

“Caseys not injured. He shouldn’t have to miss the party too” yoshi said to his friend. “He can stay here. I’ll keep an eye on him” Yoshi continued.

Zayton thought as he looked at his son. “I don’t want Casey to miss it for me either dad” middy said. “I don’t mind” Casey chimed in. Zayton looked at his daughter, then his son, then at yoshi.

“You’re right. It’ll be difficult to keep track of him at a hospital. And who better to trust than you old friend?” Zayton said as he let go of Casey.

“Of course. He’s safe with me” yoshi said as he put his hands on Casey’s shoulders. “But just in case” zayton said as he grabbed something out of my pocket.

He pulled out a glowing teal bracelet and handed it to Casey. “You see stripes over there?” He asked Casey as he pointed to the animatronic in the giant music box.

“Uh huh” Casey answered. “Put that on. It’s a special tracker. If you’re in trouble, it’ll let stripes find you and help you” he told Casey.

“Cool! It’s like I have my own battle bot!” Casey said as he put it on. Zayton chuckled at his son before turning around and leaving.

Middy looked back at her brother and waved with her non hurt arm. Casey waved back as he felt uncle splinters hand on his shoulder.”

#tmnt 2012 #fnaf #fnal au #tmnt 2012 casey jones

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butternuggets-blog · 2 years

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OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER

@baldwin-montclair @adowobsessed @sylverdeclermont @nicki-mac-me @thereadersmuse @kynthiamoon @adowbaldwin @profoundme444 @beautifulsoulsublime @lady-lazarus-declermont

Part Forty-One

Summary: Baldwin de Clermont manages to upset an ancient hag. He wakes up.. different.

The twins were up to something whenever they were quiet and well-behaved. They were up to something horrendous when they were quiet, well-behaved, and out of sight.

Marcus waved Diana and Matthew out the front door for their date, then followed the distant scent of potassium nitrate, copper chloride, and paper to the children's study on the other side of the house.

'What's all this then?'

'It's a surprise for Bastille Day' said Pip. He was perched on a stool at one end of the table, carefully painting a long strip of cardboard deep crimson.

'Is it likely to cause harm to people?'

'No' said Becca, drawing the "oh" out sarcastically. She held up a notebook with carefully written instructions, in an unfamiliar hand, on the page. 'See? We're following the scientific method'

'And we're wearing safety goggles' added Pip. He held a larger pair out for his brother to take. Marcus sighed, took the glasses, and knelt down next to them.

'I can't believe it's me that has to try and stop you two from setting the house on fire.'

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Liv usually spent Bastille Day in Paris, getting drunk and watching the military parade. Being seven months pregnant definitely vetoed the first half of the tradition, and Baldwin broke the second one when he invited her to spend the day with him at Les Revenants.

Liv sipped her lemonade as Marthe raised a whistle to her lips and blew.

Chaos ensued.

The noble revolutionaries charged into the moat, leaping into handmade boats and plastic flotation devices and paddling for the "Bastille". Two attackers bit the dust immediately; Matthew’s boat went down in seconds, breaking apart as he and Miriam swam for their lives beneath a hail of tennis balls and potato gun fire.

High above them on the “Bastille” wall, the brave soldiers of the castle attacked with everything they had. Gerbert was acting as reload point, assembling clusters of paint grenades and handing out buckets of potatoes and rotten eggs. Baldwin was directing the troops, while Ysabeau, Domenico, Diana, Theo, Ramona and Phoebe rained down hell from above.

The first of the attackers reached the castle wall. Unlike at Easter, magic was banned for both sides so Gallowglass and the twins had to make do with a rope ladder and grappling hooks.

‘INCOMING!’ Domenico screeched.

Becca and Pip dodged the volley of paint bombs dumped onto them by Baldwin, while Domenico worked to unhook the rope ladder from the wall. The twins leapt onto the rampart, screaming as they flailed plastic swords at their uncle.

Baldwin fell back, whipping a larger plastic sword from his belt and blocking the twins’ attacks. Domenico dodged around the melee and unhooked the rope ladder just as Gallowglass reached the top.

‘Don’t you bloody dare!’ snarled Gallowglass, wobbling furiously.

Domenico grinned.

‘Long. Live. The King’

He dropped the rope.

‘SHHIIII-’

Gallowglass hit the water like a tonne of bricks. He resurfaced a second later, spluttering and swearing. Hamish and Fernando, laughing uproariously, rowed over to him and fished him out of the moat.

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Twenty minutes later it was all over. The fighting had been fierce; Baldwin was sporting a bruised face where one of the twins had accidently smacked him in the cheek with the butt of their sword, and everyone was coated in a sticky mess of green tennis ball fuzz, paint splatter, and egg.

'Traitors to the wall!' cried Becca. She was standing on top of the parapet, clutching Matthew's elbow for support, and wearing a tricorn hat with a red, white and blue cockade pinned to the side. The effect was only slightly ruined- or enhanced, depending on the point of view- by a gelatinous eggy clump of green paint plastering her fringe down low over her eyes.

She could still see. Sort of.

Ysabeau went to her “death” with dignity, asking only that they point the paintball gun at her chest and not her hair. Amazingly her bun had remained intact and in place throughout the whole ordeal.

Theo, Ramona and Phoebe alternated between begging for mercy and spouting curses threating terrible fates upon anyone who dared lay a finger on them. They slumped very dramatically against one another after the “shots” rang out, earning them a small round of applause.

‘We had you on the rocks!’ Gerbert spat, flinching as the paintball gun was turned on him.

Diana actually flew away, ignoring the howls of protest from the twins. She was so busy waving and blowing them sarcastic kisses that she missed the plastic cha-chink of two paintball guns from Marthe and Liv’s sunchairs behind her.

‘Well, this is it’ said Domenico.

'Looks like it' agreed Baldwin.

'This was... fun'

Baldwin raised an eyebrow at him.

'Careful. You were almost civil for a moment there'

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Dinner was a picnic on the front lawn, watching Gallowglass and Theo set up rows of fireworks under Diana's careful direction. Baldwin and Liv had a blanket to themselves, and a small mountain of pillows for propping up against when the show began.

'I think my niece and nephews are up to something' Baldwin remarked, as he chewed a piece of ham.

'Which ones?'

Baldwin pointed surreptitiously in the opposite direction of Diana, towards a cluster of hedges that Marcus, Becca and Pip were taking turns nonchalantly slipping in and out of.

'Should we do something?'

'Not sure' Baldwin finished the ham and took a sip of lemonade.

'Why don't we let whatever's about to happen, happen, and step in if things turn serious?'

Baldwin smiled and kissed her. 'See? This is why I'm going to marry you'

Lightning shivered along Liv's spine.

Baldwin's brain caught up with his mouth and he froze, a comically slack-jawed expression on his face.

Liv beamed, but waited for him to process.

'That-that is.. um.. I..er..'

Liv put a steadying hand on his arm, still grinning from ear to ear. Baldwin chugged his lemonade, put the glass and stared at her for a moment.

'I love you'

'I love you too'

Baldwin reached out and took her hand.

'Livinia Preston, would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?'

'Yes'

#a discovery of witches #baldwin montclair #baldwin de clermont #adow #all souls trilogy #all souls series #adow spoilers #all souls tv series #a discovery of witches season 1 #a discovery of witches season 2 #a discovery of witches season 3

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kscosplaycatalog · 25 days

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EXTRA Entry!

Character: Futch Series: Genso Suikoden III by Konami

Model: - My brother

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This is the only costume I made for my brother that I had no part in otherwise. Futch is his favorite Suikoden 3 character and I found it challenging so I agreed to make it for him! Eventually I was suppose to cosplay another Suikoden character, and we do have some plans for the future, that we'll see if they pan out!

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The headband was made from cardboard (base), spray painted PVC pleather, tacky glue, craft wire, and ribbon. The wig was a Cosworx Clover-L in color 6. I cut and styled it. The ascot was crepe cut into a simple square. Double stitched; handstitched first hem, machine straight-stitched second. The tunic was made from simple cotton fabric. Made the pattern from a tank top. The armband was just a strip of leftover fabric from tunic.

The light body armor was made from black vinyl with black cotton trim. I used 6 1-inch buckles; 3 on either side with 12 rivets and strips of cotton. The vinyl was cut to shape, then the black cotton trim was sewn over. Buckles were from eJoyce. Rivets and setter kit from Michael's. The original shoulder armor you see here was made from Sculpey, but it honestly looks pretty bad and eventually broke. He had his buddy, Uneven Pictures, remake it for him later on!

Last little bits... the grey sash was made from broadcloth. Simple rectangle; hemmed. 10 rivets to make the belt loops, which are sewn in anyway. Velcro is used to keep it in place. The actual waist belt is just more black vinyl and a 2.5" buckle. The hanging straps were more black vinyl and 11 nailheads at the bottom. They were sewn to grey belt sash. I actually made the gloves, but up close they're horrible. Pattern was just tracing the hand on some brown vinyl, and stretchy light brown cotton for straps. More black vinyl for the top bits.

The boots were Captain-100s bought from Cosworx and I used leftover grey fabric for the fold-over bits, and left over tunic fabric for the straps. The pants were just black Dickies.

My brother spent a lot of time crafting the sword, but we were so green at prop making that it didn't pan out the way he'd hoped. I think he's remade it nowadays.

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Cost: $146 Time: 97 hrs

#not me #futch cosplay #suikoden cosplay #genso suikoden cosplay #suikoden 3 cosplay #suikoden iii cosplay #video game cosplay #konami cosplay #for my brother

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killergee · 6 months

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I wanted to make this to see my clay sculpting progression because I keep forgetting what I've made. Part 1

Apollo of Veii. (Dec 1 2020)

This first one I made for my first year intro to archaeology final exam (which I got a 100 on hehe). The basis of the exam was to reconstruct/restore classical sculptures and what evidence did you use to support your restoration. Well... my Muppet of an Apollo was made out of Das dry clay and a shit ton of tooth picks. I had no idea you could use aluminum or amateur so I just shoved tooth picks when he tried to fall apart. I still have him on my shelf because I find him very funny. 9/10.

My friends as frogs (January 19 2021)

For this I did use aluminum for the body and then toothpicks for the frogs arms. I also used a veneer to make it shiny but I don't think it made the piece better. I also used Das air dry clay and i glued it on cardboard base to make it stronger. I have this as a gift to my friend. I still think it's cute 7/10.

My friends as bunnies (May 14, 2021)

Can you tell I love my friends? I made this for another friends birthday and this time I've discovered what aluminum wire amateur was. That doesn't mean ik how to do a base tho. These were hot glued to the base and only one has toppled over to my knowledge. I also learned that you can sand it to make it smoother for the first time. I also painted the base white which I did for the previous one too. 8/10 (I'm afraid I've ranked them too high)

Death the kid bolo (August 6 2021)

I had left over clay and I made a death the kid pin which I still have for my bag. It was aluminum and then I put the air dry clay on top.i attached a safety pin while the clay was drying and I thought I was a genius. Honestly 10/10 still cute.

Tomioka giyuu (Dec 30- Jan 1 2022/3)

Yea so I thought this would be a good base. It was until I cut it and then there was nothing to disperse the weight so he kept falling over. Thus the back of his hair is deflated. I also could not understand why he wouldn't stand so I shoved a chopstick in it like I always do. I didn't do the head first but I was proud of the wrinkles in the clothes. I hate his hair and face. It was also so hard to get his haori to flow and I gave up with the sword. I also thought I could redo the hands once it dried but that was a lie. But this is my first full size figurine.

#killergee #art #my art #clay

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i-dont-exis · 3 years

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please ungrth,, no more

found out what i already knew: can't draw wyverns. I did fine going over the blocky version, but freehanding it? oh nonono sir

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amaya-writes · 2 years

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TR Hanma, Chifuyu, Mitsuya and Kisaki as dads?

Fluff plz

TokRev Dads Coming Home to the Aftermath of a Playdate

Note: I love writing TokRev as Dlifs and I already had an idea for this so I'm killing two birds with one stone.

Warnings:

Characters involved: Hanma Shuji, Chifuyu Matsuno, Mitsuya Takashi, Kisaki Tetta

Hanma Shuji

Hanma couldn't help but let out a groan as he walked past his family home's threshold, popping his shirt buttons and kicking off his shoes as he did. It was only when he slid his gun from its holster and placed it on the shoerack that Shuji finally registered the eerie silence in the home.

No giggling little toddler, cooking wife or light hum of electronics that indicated the two were preoccupied. Just plain, deafening and worrisome silence.

The tattooed male was shooting through the house not a second later, almost stumbling over his feet with the previously discarded gun in his hand as he scanned room after room for his precious wife and son.

It was only when he kicked open his child's room door that Hanma finally let out a sigh of relief, allowing his shoulders to sag and body to relax as he leaned against the doorframe to observe the two bodies cuddled together near his son's toy sack.

By the looks of it the two of you had been playing heroic prince and the damsel in distress again, even going as far as to use cardboard cutouts and plastic swords to substitute the evil sorcerer who kidnapped the damsel. A role usually reserved for Hanma.

"Shu- you okay?"

Your voice seemed drowsy as you stirred from your slumber and blinked up at your husband, probably confused by the sudden bang of the door being opened accompanied by the gun clutched in his hand.

Hanma nodded several times at your question, not bothering to respond verbally as he dropped the weapon onto a shelf far too high for his son to reach and kneeled to the ground beside you.

"So you continued on without me, huh?"

You smiled at his words, adjusting your position to lean against Shuji's chest as he rested against the wall and pulled his son onto his lap.

"The brave prince escaped your lair and led me through the forest. We stopped just in time for nap time."

Hanma hummed at your reply, noticing how your voice softened and lowered to ensure your son wouldn't awake, even if he was the heaviest sleeper either of you had met.

"You better prepare a celebratory for your prince's return."

You giggled sleepily at your husband's words, snuggling further against his chest and murmuring something along the lines of five more minutes as you allowed sleep to take over your form once again, this time with Hanma following right after.

Chifuyu Matsuno

Chifuyu couldn't understand why his daughter insisted on hosting play dates for her daycare friends every week. He also couldn't understand why you would allow her to rampage through the house with a handful of toddlers in tow knowing that you would have to clean up the mess again.

Sometimes Chifuyu wished he could be a little stricter with his child, that he could chastise her for things and deny her certain privileges like normal parents, but as he watched you pick apart the plastic tea set and return the parts to the box he knew that his family wouldn't be subjected to an attitude change from him anytime soon.

"Oh good, you're home! Could you wash the face paint off of her while I get this cleaned up?"

He tried to chastise you, really, he did, but Chifuyu found himself shutting down as soon as he opened his mouth to object, leaving him no option but to peck your forehead and nod along to your words.

The little ball of pink hiding behind the sofa seemed more than happy with her father's compliance, automatically latching onto his palm and yapping about the day's events not a second later.

Chifuyu had been looking forward to a peaceful night at home with his family, one void of pesky clean-ups, but as he kneeled down to lift his daughter and cradle her against his chest he couldn't help but feel nothing but love for his family, pesky play dates and all.

Mitsuya Takashi

Mitsuya hadn't planned to stay this long. He had just popped in to quickly grab a sketchbook with one of the sketches he needed for the day and then leave before he could be distracted. He hadn't planned to interact with his family, saving that for later when he was done with work.

Mitsuya hadn't planned to be distracted by you and his little son, but as he walked past the master bedroom and headed for his office he couldn't help but come to a stop outside the sage green room towards his left.

Little giggles echoed through the bathroom as your son rambled on about some game the two of you had been playing, talking about how he couldn't wait to play it with Mitsuya the second he got home and how he would totally beat dad like he beat you.

The lilac-haired male didn't even realise he had walked towards the bathroom's open door and past its threshold as he eavesdropped on your conversation, but as his son noticed his form and let out an excited little squeal he couldn't help but feel glad he had been distracted.

Mitsuya's child was out the tub and by his side not a second later, leaving you with no choices but to pout as you complained about the suds.

"So, you think you'll win, huh?"

Takashi couldn't help but smile at the way his son eagerly nodded, boasting about how he beat you three times in a row at the game.

"Momma was real bad at it!"

You huffed at his words, not taking too kindly to being undermined by a toddler when you had clearly thrown the game for his amusement.

"Well I guess I'll just have to avenge my lady."

Mitsuya bent down as he said the words, scooping up his son and paying no heed to the suds ruining his outfit.

"But first, bath time!"

Mitsuya hadn't planned to skip out on the rest of his work in favour of a day with his wife and child, but as he gamed the afternoon away he couldn't help but feel glad that he did.

Kisaki Tetta

Kisaki let out a light huff as he trudged through the doorway, sighing contently at the familiar sound of the Powerpuff Girls theme song and his daughter singing along to it.

The sound was one Kisaki had come to love over the past few months, finding solace in how it was an indicator of the end of a tiring day at work.

As Kisaki made his way past the kitchen and rounded the corner he couldn't help but let out a soft smile at the sight of his girls cuddled up on the couch solely focused on the show before them.

Usually, Kisaki would have wrinkled his nose and complained about the mess in the living room and how you had to clean up after your tea parties, but as the fatigue of a long day took over he couldn't help but simply trudge to his daughter's side and occupy the vacant seat to her right.

"Daddy! You're back!"

The toddler's small form was climbing all over him not a second later, only settling down once Kisaki wrapped an arm around her form and allowed her to sit sideways on his lap.

"Mommy and I had tea with princess today."

"Is that so?"

His daughter nodded at his words, excitedly breaking into a ramble about how the family cat, effectively dubbed princes by the young girl before him, had trampled all over the table and caused the mess in the living room, cutting off their little play date and forcing you to hunt her down and give the Persian a thorough bath to get rid of the paint stains from your daughter's attempts at painting the teapot.

It was only then that Kisaki turned to your form, amusedly observing your annoyed frown as your daughter recalled how the cat had yowled and scratched you.

"Are you okay, love?"

"Never been better."

Usually, Kisaki would think the reply was sarcastic, but as you snuggled into his side and focused on the cartoon playing on the tv he couldn't help but know your words were genuine, and exactly how he felt.

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thatharringrovehoe · 2 years

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When Billy was little, him and his ma would dress up in their fanciest Sunday best and play pretend. Tea parties and princesses and dragon’s slain by a knight in shinning armor. He would stand between her and his favorite dinosaur plushie, chubby little hand gripped tight around a cardboard sword, and tell her not to worry. He would protect her from the beast.

It wasn’t until he was nine years old and crying on his knees in the middle of a dirt road, watching his mother drive out of his life forever that he realized his mistake. He hadn’t saved his mom from shit. The princess cut and ran, leaving him in the beast’s lair with nothing but a bent cardboard sword and a hole in his heart.

*THWAK!*

The sound of nine inch nails embedding themselves into a stud behind the drywall of the Hargrove’s sitting room is loud. A sickening crack that leaves behind a pocket of silence filled only with the thud thud thud of Billy’s heartbeat whooshing in his ears. Or he’s pretty sure at least. His dad knocked him pretty good on the back of the head so. He’s not at his best.

Steve though.

Steve is a vision.

Those pretty pink lips Billy has been dreaming about for going on a year are pulled back into snarl, pearly whites almost sharp in the yellow light cast from the ceiling. He’s got blood on his knuckles and fire in his eyes. Angry and vengeful like Billy has never seen him. He wrenches the nail bat out of the wall and levels it at Neil Hargrove’s face.

“Touch him again and there won’t be anything fucking left of you for your wife to bury.”

Gone is the goofy pretty boy who throws popcorn at Billy’s head whenever he makes a shitty joke. Not a trace of the babysitter with a heart of gold who can patch Billy up better than any field medic, but who’s so useless in the kitchen he could burn water if Billy isn’t keeping a close eye on him. Neil Hargrove looks about two seconds away from popping a blood vessel; Billy can see his pulse in the veins protruding from his temple.

But he doesn’t move.

Because standing between him and his father isn’t a knight. Or a prince or even a dragon. No. This is King Steve in all his glory, ready to paint the livingroom with Neil’s brains all for calling Billy something he’s been calling him every day for the past fourteen years. And Steve is ready to draw blood over it. Is ready to end a man’s life to keep Billy safe. And it’s the farthest thing from sobbing into loose dust and gravel as his mother abandons him to a monster. It’s a king standing up to a beast all for Billy.

Because-

“Get the hell out of my house. And take that faggot with you.”

His dear old dad hawks spit at Billy’s feet, won’t even look him in the eye as the boot print from a few moments ago blooms purple and black across Billy’s ribs. Steve’s eyes flash and for a moment Billy wonders if Steve Harrington is going to spit literal fire, burn his father alive right here into nothing but a pile of ash on the linoleum.

But. Billy’s so tired.

“Stevie..”

It’s not very loud and he’s definitely slurring but Steve’s head whips around anyway, eyes full of vengeance and rage and-

God. Fucking damnit. He’s not gunna cry in front of his old man. Not like this. That piece of shit doesn’t get to see this.

“Get me the fuck out of here. Please.”

And just like that, the Steve he knows and loves is right there, helping Billy up and leveling a glare at his father that wouldn’t mean shit if he wasn’t also holding a bat full of construction nails. Because Neil Hargrove is an ex marine and Steve only got the jump on him because he kicked in the door right when he was in the middle of cracking his own boot across Billy’s skull.

They hobble out to the car, Steve still puffed up like a pissed off cat and if Billy wasn’t so close to crying he would laugh. He’s settled into the passenger seat of Steve’s beamer and even buckled in; because no matter how much he denies it, Steve is one hundred percent that mom friend. Billy feels warm even before Steve kicks on the heater.

Steve white knuckles it all the way to Loc Nora, adrenaline still pumping through him like a racehorse. Billy can’t relate, he’d already been exhausted when Neil dragged him out of bed to talk about that boy he’d been hanging around with. About why he had Steve’s sweater under his bed. About why Mr. Jenkins had seen Billy pull Steve in for a kiss when he was out on a midnight hike up at the quarry.

It gets a little fuzzy after that.

Billy seems to time travel, each blink a new place he doesn't remember getting to. From the car to the door and then the couch, he’s slipping fast. Out of nowhere his hands are almost uncomfortably hot, a steaming mug of coffee placed gently in his palms. Without thinking, he takes a sip. It’s made exactly the way he likes.

“So Joyce said not to let you sleep for at least twelve hours after a kick to the head like that. She’ll be over in the morning to look at it. Then you can sleep but I gotta wake you up every hour to make sure you’re okay.”

Billy think’s that’s fine. Because he gets to sit here with Steve and drink the coffee he made just for Billy, exactly the way Billy takes it. And he knows what he wants to ask. Can feel it climbing up his throat. His tongue feels thick in his mouth.

“Why r’you doing this?”

Steve jumps a little, like he didn’t expect Billy to speak. He looks like his heart is breaking. And Billy is so tired.

“Tell me Stevie”

Steve looks like he might cry. And any other day he would let it go, leave that curtain be no matter how bad he wants to yank it back. But not tonight. Billy has to hear him say it. Needs to hear it. Please.

“Please Steve.”

Steve breaks. Sits on the coffee table in front of Billy with a soft *thump*. He’s looking down at his shoes, chestnut air flopping in front of his eyes.

“Because I fucking love you, you jackass.”

Steve’s voice is wet and resigned. Like he’s ready for Billy to shut him down. To reject him. And if he were anyone else, he would. But he’s not anyone else. He’s Steve Harrington. Who took a bat to Billy’s dad and saved him when no one else ever even cared enough to try. Who had patched him up almost every other night for the past six months with nothing but a tight smile and gentle hands. Who shakes apart in the dark in his sleep and hates Christmas lights and can’t cook for shit and tucks Billy in when Steve thinks he’s already sleeping and won’t notice. Who took one look at who Billy really is under all the bullshit and loved him anyway. Loved him because of it.

And Billy is so fucking tired.

“ ‘Ve loved you since you put that stupid sparkly bandaid across my nose the first time I showed up at your door.”

Big brown eyes snap up, spilling with tears. In an instant he’s got a lap full of lanky rich boy and careful fingers gently tangling in his curls.

Steve’s smile tastes like sunshine.

#Y'all know I had to write a happy ending #Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington #harringrove #tw: homophobic language #tw: blood #tw: child abuse #don't worry Neil gets murdered in something else I'm working on #as a treat

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monty-glasses-roxy · 2 years

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another april fools upgrade, but this one, is designed to make every animatronic, have an huge urge to prank everyone for the day(Though bonny will probably reign supreme) how would the day go?

There is glitter everywhere. It's like that was the first thing everyone thought to use and even months afterwards, they're still finding the stuff here there and everywhere.

You're right! Bonnie does reign supreme! Until he realises he picked on Roxy and Foxy too much and they team up to absolutely obliterate him! Honestly these two will be at each others throats over anything but when they team up you better start running for the fucking hills. They start by covering his bowling ball with glue so when he goes to play he ends up bowling himself down the alley with it. They only get better from there.

Bonnie has been torturing these two doggos with random squeaker noises until they team up. Just randomly they'll hear one single squeak and they won't be able to find the cause of it and it's driving them insane. It's not enough to trigger the zooms but it gets their attention immediately every single time. The final straw was when they both got lured by the squeaks and a strong smell they both like into a confetti cannon trap. It's over for that bunny.

Freddy gives Chica a pizza but the pizza is just a prop and she ends up biting into cardboard or plastic. Chica gets him back by using her unique voicebox to mimic the voices of everyone else calling his name occasionally so he's looking around cluelessly for someone that's on the complete opposite side of the Plex.

Monty knows how scary the duo of Roxy and Foxy can be so he tries to avoid them as much as possible... And very inconspicuously sticks a post-it note with "HONK AT ME!!" written on it onto Freddy's back. The poor bear going around and having everyone scream "HONK HONK" at him is confusing the living daylights out of him and it takes him all day to realise what the cause of it is. Freddy gets him back by swapping the pen he uses to write tallies on the golf scoring sheets with an identical one that uses ink that vanishes after a few seconds of being on the page.

Foxy and Roxy set up a thing in Gator Golf where every time Monty scores, the ball jumps back out if the hole. He knows it was them but he can't fucking find them to get them back so he replaced all of Roxy's tools with chocolate versions and hides Foxy's prop sword somewhere.

Bonnie also steals Roxy's tools but he also steals a bunch of the attachments Foxy has to replace his hook with - think being able to swap the hook for an ice cream scoop or a bow for a violin - and hides them in random places throughout the Plex. When they both got caught by the confetti cannon Sunny set up, they grumble about their situation to each other and are like "fuck it lets team up".

Bonnie replaces Chica's guitar with a replica that falls apart when you pick it up. Her room was also rigged so the moment she left it, she'd get doused in a big ol' bucket of glitter.

Foxy and Roxy rig Bonnie's door to drench him in luminous green paint when he exits. Bonnie makes it so Roxy's go kart will fall apart the moment she touches it.

Chica sets up a bunch of traps not aimed at anyone in particular and she manages to cover Freddy, Bonnie and Monty in glitter, paint and ice water. She also bakes a batch of cookies that are full of really hot spice and gives them to Roxy and Foxy as a 'truce'. They give her a tin of 'sweets' and when she opens it she's hit with a bunch of flying worms.

Bonnie gets Monty by swapping his golf balls with powerball versions and a few very fragile glass ones too. The first bounces back and knocks his glasses off and the second stuns and confuses him. He's just standing there in the golf course starting bug eyed down a bunch of colourful, broken glass in silence while Bonnie tries not to laugh his ass off behind a wall.

Freddy sets up a few glitter bomb traps as well. Those traps hit Chica, Bonnie, Foxy and Moon. He gets the canine team with a little dog toy that squeaks and is connected to a pipe. When he squeezes his end of the pipe it squirts water at them both. They steal his top hat and stick it in DJ Music Man's club.

Monty gives Chica a cake box as a truce and when she opens it it smacks said cake straight into her face. She gets him back by getting Roxy and Foxy to help her attach everything in his room to the ceiling.

DJ Music Man, Sunny and Moon are mostly just filming the chaos for later. DJ Music Man does Rick Roll the entire Plex at least once. The three are helping out the others and Sunny and Moon have a few paint traps scattered around too. They managed to cover Roxy and Foxy in confetti and glitter glue, Chica in red paint and glitter glue, and an unsuspecting Vanessa in green glitter glue and confetti.

Vanessa doesn't get paid enough for this.

#fnaf security breach #roxanne wolf #glamrock chica #pop rox answers #glamrock freddy #five nights at freddy's security breach #montgomery gator #glamrock bonnie #glamrock foxy #the daycare attendant #fnaf sunny #fnaf moon #dj music man #thats a lotta tags #im just over here with my batman themed oreos while you guys give me so much to think about #its fun

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