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five-rivers · 8 months

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Prompt idea: Undergrowth wants his Daughter back. Whatever it takes

This got way off track, but... here you go.

A vast and nameless rainforest spread itself over several islands in the warmer regions of the Ghost Zone, reaching out hungrily in all directions. Although the rainforest of the mortal plane shrunk, this forest only grew.

Many ghosts made their homes in this rainforest, and civilizations, too, empires, kingdoms, and tribes driven to extinction on Earth finding a second life among spectral branches and vines. Of course, one could say the same of nearly anywhere in the Ghost Zone. It was, after all, an afterlife.

Undergrowth also resided here. Along with his family.

"Why is he sulking this time?" asked Silvagenitus, lying along a reaching upper branch and peering down through the understory to the depths Undergrowth lurked in.

"What is he always sulking about?" asked Liana rhetorically. "As if those skyscrapers won't be trellises in another few hundred years or so. This is the ice age all over again."

"I don't know," said Canopy. "This seems different. And he isn't wrong that humans have destroyed a lot of forests the past few centuries."

"Here, let's ask Mycorrhiza," said Liana. "Oi! Mycorrhiza! What's Undergrowth sulking about?"

"I'M NOT SULKING!" rasped Undergrowth, clawing his way halfway up the nearest tree trunk.

"He won't say," said Mycorrhiza, quietly. "Something about humans."

Undergrowth snarled.

"Well," said Silvagenitus, reasonably, "we can't help you if you don't tell us what's going on."

Undergrowth snarled and grumbled some more. "My children–" he started.

"Oh, here we go again," said Liana. "They aren't children if they don't think."

"My daughter–"

"Your what?" chorused the other ghosts.

Undergrowth sneered. "It's not like you care."

"It's hard to care if you don't tell us anything," said Canopy. "But a daughter, really?"

"A precious seed among human refuse," said Undergrowth with a sniff. "We only had a brief time together before she was unfairly lured away by that horrible boy, but I would do anything to get her back."

"Anything but ask your family for help," commented Liana.

"I will win her back–"

"Has your daughter actually been taken, or did she just leave?" asked Liana.

"It's that boy's fault. He's no good for her, that cold-hearted little weed."

"I hate to be the one to bring this up," said Mycorrhiza, "but did you actually ask her if she wanted to be your daughter? Or talk to her at any point? You do have to do that with real children, you know."

"You do have a bit of a consent problem," agreed Liana.

"I don't want to hear that from the two of you parasites."

"Excuse you, I'm symbiotic."

"Okay, so you'll do anything but ask for our help or actually talk to your daughter, is that right?" asked Liana. "What actually was your plan here? Because I don't get it."

"It would be helpful to know what you intended to do about this," said Canopy.

"I will unmake that pestilent city–"

"Ah, there isn't a plan, then," said Liana.

"You should have a better plan," agreed Silvagenitus. "Maybe a gift. What does she like? Any hobbies?"

"She has a great love of all things green and growing," said Undergrowth. "And I am not apologizing."

"We don't expect you to, honestly," said Liana.

"But we will help you, won't we?" said Silvagenitus, graciously.

"Of course," said Liana. "We are family, after all. I want to meet my niece, too!"

Mycorrhiza went first. They were more subtle than their siblings, better able to sink into the ground and sneak. Humans didn't often pay heed to what lay within the soil, and neither did their ghosts.

Also, the seasons were beginning to turn, and Mycorrhiza's siblings didn't deal well with cold. They could prepare the way for them.

"There are a lot of mushrooms this year, huh," said Danny, leaning over an indigo and orange toadstool. "I've never seen one like this before."

"It's because of global warming," said Sam confidently. "All these oil and coal companies pumping chemicals into the air with no thought to how that's going to affect the ecosystem."

"You might as well blame something closer to home," said Tucker with a scoff. "Like, you know, Undergrowth, Vortex, the portal to hell in Danny’s basement…"

"Don't call the Ghost Zone hell," said Danny. "We've got friends there."

"Yeah, and Danny's parents should have been way more careful. Like, who knows what kind of crap the portal lets out into the environment? I mean, beyond the ghosts."

"Yeah, they could have tried a little harder to make things safe," said Danny with a sigh. "You don't have to tell me that."

Pamela Manson looked out her dining roo. window and scowled. "How much do we pay that gardener?" she asked.

"I don't remember offhand," said Jeremy Manson. "I'm sure it's reasonable. Why, dear?"

"Well, if they can't keep those awful mushrooms off our lawn, it's obviously too much."

"I think they're great," said Sam. "Weren't you the one complaining about how there isn't any color in the garden in the fall? This'll change things, won't it?"

"Samantha Analise Manson, if I find out you seeded our lawn with those weeds–"

"Mushrooms don't even work like that! They aren't plants!"

"I don't care what they are. They're ugly, and– Where are you going, young lady?"

"School!" Sam shouted angrily over her shoulder before slamming the door behind her. And good riddance!

"So," said Silvagenitus, clearly in a good mood, "what's your verdict? Our niece? This mysterious boy?"

"Our niece is lovely, and her human parents are awful. If Undergrowth hadn't already claimed her, I'd be tempted. As for the boy… Being angry with him is like being angry at winter. It's ridiculous."

"Undergrowth is a little ridiculous at times, isn't he? I suppose that is what little brothers are like."

Danny frowned up at the cloud of fog over the trees in the park. "Is it just me," he said, "or do those clouds look a little green?"

"Could be," said Tucker. He took off his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt. "Hard to tell with the light. Do you think it's 'cause ectoplasm's gotten into the water cycle or something?"

"It wouldn't surprise me, but I hope not," said Sam.

"Yeah," said Danny, shuddering. "Can you imagine? The hot dogs are bad enough, but what if all the roadkill in the city came to life? Or whatever is dead in the sewers and rain drains? Or you're eating a sandwich outside and it starts to rain, and now you've got to fight off bologna on rye… I'm going to check it out. You guys go ahead without me."

"Don't forget the English homework!" shouted Tucker after him as he flew up and towards the park.

"Ugh," said Pamela Manson, "why has there been so much fog lately? It's so dreary."

"The weather doesn't exist to please you, Mom," said Sam, rolling her eyes.

Although… Danny had called her last night and said that he'd felt something in the clouds, although he hadn't found a ghost. So maybe her mother had a right to complain after all. The fog had been thick in their neighborhood. On the other hand, the weather really was just like that, sometimes.

"How is it?" asked Canopy.

"What's 'it'?" asked Mycorrhiza, playfully.

"The girl, the boy, the city, the soil, the… artificiality. The pollution."

"Oh, it's not so bad as all that," said Silvagenitus. "Much better than… When was it? Fifty years ago? When were we last on this side of the veil?"

"Okay," muttered Danny, "I can accept the mushrooms, and the green clouds, but this? This isn't natural."

He and Tucker stared down the street, Danny floating a few feet in the air. Yesterday, the street had been an entirely unremarkable one, only of interest to Danny and Tucker because it led into Sam's neighborhood. Yesterday, it had a few normal trees - just barely past the sapling stage - and today, each of those trees had grown dozens of feet, tall upper branches reaching into the sky.

Those new branches dwarfed the original trees, and also had massively different leaves, each one dark, thick, broad, and waxy, unlike the smaller leaves of the trees they grew from.

"Yeah, I don't think this is structurally sound," said Tucker, gently pushing on a slender tree trunk. The whole tree swayed. "Undergrowth?"

"No," said Danny. "It feels different. It all feels different." He shook himself. "Ugh, my skin feels all prickly. It's like whatever it is has been here for a while, but I haven't been able to find them. Come on, let's go find Sam."

"So, your neighborhood's turned into a jungle," said Danny.

Sam rolled her eyes. "My parents consider it a personal attack. Figure out what ghost did this?"

"Not yet. I'm sure I'll get attacked sooner or later, though. What about you? How are you holding up? After all, you know, the whole thing with Undergrowth…"

"Come on, I'm not letting one bad week dictate my life and keep me away from the things I like. You guys haven't, after all."

"I still have nightmares," pointed out Danny.

"And you don't let them stop you. Besides, this is kind of cool, and also not hurting anything yet, right?"

"Yeah," said Danny. "That's true."

"Okay, you've got everything ready for me over here? Because I'm so tired of Undergrowth's whining."

"Yes, Liana, we're ready for you," said Silvagenitus, tiredly. "We've been ready for you for a month at least."

"Hey, no need to get snippy."

"Hey! Hey! Liana, you're here. Guess what? She thinks I'm cool."

"Wow, that's a first for you, huh?"

"Yeah," said Danny, glaring at the curtains of flowering, glowing vines. "I'm drawing the line here. Yoohoo! Ghosts! Ghosts! I'm talking to you! Come on out! I'm sick of waiting for the other shoe to drop! If it's Undergrowth– well, you'd better bet I'll be kicking your butt for coming back out here after what you did to Sam!"

"Hey, what about me?" asked Tucker. "I got one of those vines plugged into my neck, too."

"And Tucker!"

"I don't know if this is a good idea, Danny…"

"I don't care! I've been stressing about this since the mushrooms, and you'd better believe I'm ready to fight!"

"Well," said Mycorrhiza, "if you put it like that…"

A circle of mushrooms sprung up around the three teens, and a glowing green portal opened inside of it. Two fell through, and the third dove after them.

They landed among ghostly branches, and four large ghosts grinned at them.

"So," said Canopy, "humans. Let's talk."

"Let me get this straight," said Tucker. "You're Undergrowth's siblings, and he recruited you to hold some kind of… family intervention so Sam will join him on his take over the world mission again?"

"Well, it's more that he complained so much that we got curious, but, yes, essentially," said Silvagenitus. He passed Danny a cup-sized and shaped flower full of nectar. Danny held it loosely, as if he was afraid it'd bite him.

"Who does he think he is?" demanded Sam. "He has no right to talk to me at all– He doesn't have the right to be anywhere near me, and he somehow thinks he's my father? Is he crazy?"

"What about the conquering the world thing?" said Danny, who looked vaguely ill. "Shouldn't we focus on that?"

Sam waved him off. "They've been here for over a month and haven't hurt anyone or anything except for my parents' sense of aesthetics. Besides, they've been great for the local ecosystem. Where was I? Right. That jerk Undergrowth–"

Liana sidled up to Undergrowth. "Hey," she said, smugly. "You'll be happy to know our plan worked. She's coming to talk to you."

Undergrowth brightened. "She is?"

"Well. It's more that she's coming to yell at you, and bringing her friends to beat you up, but baby steps. After all, you did start your relationship with mind control."

"I hate you."

"Sorry, I'm too busy for you to hate me. I'm too busy thinking up birthday presents for my niece– oh, but you don't even know when that is. Ha ha."

"Do you think sending Liana to tell him was the right choice?" asked Silvagenitus.

"Eh," said Mycorrhiza, "better to get it out of the way, now. Consider it softening him up for Sam."

#danny phantom #answer #ask #prompt #prompt work #prompt fill #prompt fic

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thelakesuite · 11 months

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mr. owl: it's pride month, toadstool, you know what that means

mr. toad: huh. what.

mr. toad: do you want me to like

mr. toad: cook gay people?

mr. owl: 🦉

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smbqotd · 8 months

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“Huh…? Who are you? Oh, yes… Luigi, right? You’re always in Mario’s shadow, so I didn’t recognize you at first. Princess Toadstool is still trapped inside the walls. Won’t you please retrieve the Power Stars, Luigi? But don’t get in Mario’s way or anything.”

- Toad, Super Mario 64 DS (2004)

#toad really makes things personal when talking to luigi in this game…#luigi #super mario 64 #super mario 64 ds #nintendo #super mario #smb

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i-am-beckyu · 1 year

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Don’t forget to mention that...

Well I never expected this to be the first finished bit of writing I posted here. I promise I’m still writing that other one I’ve hinted at, I just want it to be perfect!! I actually wrote this back in August and was re-reading it and thought: huh its not bad so edited it a bit and here we are. (this is literally the 2nd fanfic I’ve ever written as well as g/t piece and I haven’t even finished the first so please be kind qwq) This was inspired by an artwork that @dingbatnix created! Original post here I hope you like it ❤️

cw: mcyt g/t, soft, slight panic, mention of death man I hope that’s right

word count: 2375 Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

“A nap in the sun would be nice right about now.” George said as he made his way to the top of a big red toadstool. Winter was fast approaching and the time for napping in the sun would soon be over while the cold months of snow and ice overtake the world. George didn’t mind the thought of snow though. I mean, when you’re 2 inches tall, snow isn’t exactly your friend when even a light powder can have you buried and frozen alive. It was going to be tougher to find food and shelter soon too. Part of him wishes he hadn’t left the colony; that he had stayed with his own kind rather than travel the vast world. But he had lost his parents long ago and had never made any real friends back home, so what real attachment did he have in staying? So George had instead chosen a life of adventure. He’d been wandering the forest and plains for a few years now. Learning about its hidden wonders and knowledge unknown. While he wasn’t exactly born for magic, he had certainly picked up the odd spell or two. He had once befriended a size-shifting fire-born demon named Sapnap, that he had spent the winters with in the past and learnt some basic spells anyone with enough practice could use. Although he had never actually seen his friend's bigger form, he missed Sapnap dearly. He had left to go meet with an old friend of his for a while and George had decided he wanted to continue to explore. But whilst George was curious and loved discovering new things, he tended to stay away from anything larger than a bush. Or if he was being more specific; Humans. When you live in a world that’s 100x bigger than you, sentient beings 100x bigger with it are terrifying. He’d seen the destruction beings of such caliber could cause. If they wanted to, they could tear through trees with massive iron blades, light fires and cause havoc in an instant. But at worst? They’d stamp out life in a heartbeat. And while you think they may only be stories told to young children to keep them within the safety of the colony walls, George had seen it first hand. His parents had hidden him in a small grotto before leading the monsters away. And because of that, he’d never actually encountered a human in person. That was definitely something he could be grateful for. He’d only seen a little of what had happened to his parents before they had passed and he had opted to drown out the sounds of destruction rather than watch it in horror. Who knew it would be the last time he would ever see them. He missed them dearly but was thankful that in all his time traveling, he’d never seen a human and hopefully never would. Hope might have been an understatement….

George placed his little toadstool hat to the side of him as he removed his satchel from over his shoulder. He brushed over it lightly, a small smile gracing his face as he reminisced in fondness. He had fought with Sapnap over how to do smaller stitches rather than big uneven ones that left room for holes, rambling on how his attention to detail was just George being picky similar to his other friend. George then smoothed out his moss cloak to lie on and laid back onto the toadstool, resting on his back using one hand to cushion his head. His other hand fiddling idly with his light blue shirt. He adjusted his white rimmed goggles on his face with delicate care and closed his eyes as the warmth of the evening sun shone upon him. It’s ray’s practically dancing along his skin as it warmed each cell of his very being. It was nice. On rare occasions he would find himself being able to enjoy the sun like this. Too often this world was out to get him and yet somehow he would find the odd times that he could let himself drift away in bliss. Drift away…. Maybe to sleep? Yeah, that sounded nice.

George continued to keep his eyes closed and began to focus on the sounds around him. Despite his loud and rowdy personality, Sapnap had shown him how to enjoy moments like these. He missed him dearly. Perhaps their paths would cross again during the winter? It was unlikely since he could size shift and had said his friend traveled around a lot, but George was happy for him. A small part of George wished he had stayed with him. Sapnap had even offered for George to accompany him and meet his friend, always saying how he thought they would get along so well and how much he knew they would just love George. But the fact that Sapnap was a size shifter implied that his friend was also one and that scared George. He wasn’t ready for that no matter how much Sapnap insisted that they wouldn’t harm him. George shook away those thoughts for now though, because he was going to drift away. Just for a bit…

The sounds of rustling leaves in the breeze began to get fainter as George felt himself lulling off to sleep, the sun continuing to blanket him in its warmth. He was almost asleep when he suddenly felt the surface beneath him move. ‘Probably the wind’ he thought. Then it moved again. ‘Okay maybe there’s a deer nearby. That’s ok.’ And again. George opened his eyes slowly. “So close to a nap” he grumbled. The toadstool shook again. George’s mind quickly came back to reality. He could hear the steady sound of massive footsteps approaching as his world began to shake over and over. “Ok, maybe not a deer.” George said out loud as he slung his satchel back on and his hat. Whatever was coming was big and that was never good. The footsteps continued to come closer and the shaking worsened. The steps were timed and even, something that animals rarely did. Whatever this was wasn’t an animal. “Oh no.” George said as the realization dawned on him. “Please don’t be that. Oh please anything but that.”

George raced to slide off the top of the toadstool. He was practically exposed if he didn’t get off there fast enough! He managed to make it off the top and landed to the ground with a thud as the sound of tree branches parted. The sound of footsteps ceased right in front of where George was hidden beneath the toadstool. Not a single sound followed. Carefully, George peered his head around the side of the Toadstool and let out a small gasp. In front of him mere inches away was a giant boot. Starring up and up at the giant being before him was his worst nightmare. A human. The man wore a bright green hoodie, blonde hair just in view peeking out from behind a white smiley face mask that covered most of his face from view. But the most terrifying thing about this being was the black shiny purple axe he held in his hand. He’d seen weapons like that before. It was an enchanted netherite axe: one of the most dangerous weapons in existence, and it was held by a human.

“Hello? Is someone there?” It said.

George slapped himself in the face as he clasped his hands over his mouth. What a fool he was. He was trapped with the only cover being the toadstool. The next closest cover was too far away to run too without being exposed and even if he ran, the human would probably reach him within seconds. He stayed perfectly still. It felt as if he moved even slightly the toadstool would disappear and he’d be discovered. The human had yet to move. George could only imagine it was scanning the area searching for something. Someone. Him. Carefully he peered out from under the toadstool, trying to get a better idea of what the human was doing. Said human had its back turned to where George was and as predicted was scanning the area looking and listening intently. He watched as the human turned its head slowly as it scanned the area once more. As it began to get closer to looking in his direction, George ducked back out of view. His breathing picked up a little as he did so but he focused on the matter at hand. There’s no way the human saw him right? Right?!? Without warning, the toadstool was suddenly yanked up out of the ground and into the air. George shrieked, eyes wide as his only cover was ripped away leaving him completely exposed and at the mercy of the human. The human and George suddenly fell deathly still, shocked by each other’s presence. Even though the human wore a mask, George could still feel the human's eyes burning a hole through his soul. It had found him. What was he going to do now?

“Wow.” The human whispered in amazement. “Look at you.” Well George didn’t care how amazed the human sounded, his words were enough to snap him out of his frozen state and make a dash for cover. “WAIT! NO! Come back!” The human yelled as he suddenly made a move for him. George ran for the closest bush he could find. He didn’t care where he hid, anything was better than being in the open at the humans mercy. Unfortunately, he didn’t make it far before a large hand gripped itself around his body. He wasn’t held overly tight but it still felt suffocating. It was too warm, too big, too strong! All it would take is one good squeeze and the human could pop George’s head off!

George tried kicking and thrashing in the Humans hand. His arms were pinned to his body so he was limited but anything was better than nothing in hopes of getting the human to let him go. He felt gravity shift as the human lifted him up higher and higher from the ground. Sapnap had tried to take him flying on a bird once and he had not enjoyed it being up so high. Finally, the grasp loosened around George and he found himself sitting cupped in both the humans massive hands. The human still wore the mask but while he couldn’t make out the human's eyes, he now felt as if it was studying him over. Taking in every last detail of his appearance and it was terrifying. “You’re actually real.” The human said as he poked him with a finger. George hugged his legs to his chest and curled in on himself, willing himself to just disappear. “Please let me go.” He whispered out. He could feel tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. He didn’t want to meet the same gruesome fate his parents had. Maybe if he was obedient it would show him mercy? “I’ll do whatever you want, please just let me go!

“Hurt you?? Oh no, is that what you think I’m going to do?” The human said the sound of disbelief coating his voice. “I just can’t believe you’re actually real. I thought all this time he was just making you up.” George dared to open his eyes. The human still had its mask on but somehow he looked calmer, gentler. “But still, he never said just how small you were. You barely even fit in the palm of my hand.”

Now it was George’s turn to be in a state of disbelief. This human was speaking as if it knew George but couldn’t believe he existed. That someone had told him about himself. “What do you mean ‘He’ was making me up? Who on earth are you talking about??” George asked. “Oh Sapnap did. He kept going on about how he met this tiny person called George and that you used to live together.” The human replied. “He always goes on about how much we’d get along and how much I’d like you.”

Sapnap? SAPNAP?!?! This was the friend he was always talking about?!?!?! A human friend. How had Sapnap failed to mention the one most important detail that his friend was a human? Sure he’d said that his friend wouldn’t hurt him but never once had he mentioned or implied that his friend was Human. George began to fume. “I’m going to murder him first chance I get!” George yelled. “He never said you were a human! He always said the same thing to me too about how great you were and that we could be like some dumb Dream Team!” George said steaming.

“Really? I rather like the name Dream Team.” The human said, laughing a bit at the end. “Then again, I’m biased with my name literally being Dream.”

“Wait, your name is Dream???” George said as he stared up at Dream, the apparent human. “Wait he didn’t tell you my name? Oh Sapnap’s an idiot I swear.” George laughed in response. “Oh don’t I know it.” They both laughed for a bit at the dumbness of their friend. “Well it’s nice to meet you then Dream. I’m George, but I’m guessing you already knew that huh?” George said as he began to relax. Dream shifted George into his left hand as he grabbed his mask with the right and lifted his mask. A face dotted with Freckles adorned with a mischievous grin and bright green eyes looked back into his own brown and blue eyes. “Yeah I knew and man I’m gonna mess around with Sapnap for not telling you more about me when we get back.” Dream said as he turned and started to make his way out of the Forest.

And as the two trekked back to where Dream and Sapnap had set up camp, George couldn’t help but be at ease. Even though Dream was a human, he couldn’t help but feel safe in the human's grasp thanks to Sapnap and all those stories he had shared. Even if he’s never told him once that his friend was a human, he knew he could trust Sapnap and that was enough. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I actually finished a story. I never thought this day would come T-T. I really hope everyone enjoyed this it was a lot of fun to write and I’m glad I did get around to finishing it. Thank you @squishys-soft-stories for reading the draft ❤️ Stay tuned for the first fic I’ve been writing tho!!! I’m dying at not just sharing it now but its not far off being done!! I promise its going to be worth the wait! Thanks all again if you read to the end ❤️❤️❤️

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 year

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So, I decided to write this, uuh...

In general, I planned a small headcanon based of this post (⚠️spoilers for SVE events⚠️Is this already a spoiler for someone?), but it turned out to be a damn fanfic, so we have what we have. I hope I didn't make too many spelling mistakes, because checking everything with a translator is such a pain in the ass how the fuck to write fics plz help

Warning ⚠️: suggestive (Well, not really? There's only a mention of underwear and a couple of obscene thoughts from indecent, so there's nothing like that. But I'll put a warning, just in case.)

⚠️⚠️⚠️Spoilers for Stardew valley expanded events⚠️⚠️⚠️

But if you don't mind spoilers, enjoy!

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Winter... Merciless, cold, but still so picturesque winter.

What a beautiful time of year it's been in Stardew Valley! The whole earth is covered with a white blanket of snow, trees and plants, as well as some animals, fell into a long winter sleep, and the residents of the Pelican town, wrapped in warm coats and jackets, plunged into preparations for the upcoming holidays. Because for someone winter is a snowball fights and hot chocolate, and for others - the hassle of buying everything you need for the Feast of the Winter Star, general cleaning and more work, much more work.

At least, farmers of the Valley will be able to take a resr from their hard work and devote themselves to other activities, or just relax with a book near the fireplace, because what can be grown in a snow-covered dugout, right?

Finally, they can all take a well-deserved break. All but one hero.

The winter days made it possible for the Farmer to devote themself to other things besides taking care of the crops and animals, so the hardworking bee of the Valley decided to extract useful ore for their needs and fulfill their obligations to protect people from the monsters that lurked in the depths of the mines.

And endeed, it was a very good hunt.

Spirits today favor the young adventurer, because to get so much gold ore, rare gems, monster loot and good quality purple mushrooms in one day is truly a great success. Smelted ore into bars will serve the Farmer well as a source of income and material for the manufacture of various farming machines, gems will be the perfect gift for most of their friends, and the monster loot... Oh wait. Magnus has mentioned that the void essence and this specific shroom is an important material for him in continuing to study magic. So why not please the wizard with some gifts, especially on the eve of the holiday?

With that thought in mind, the encouraged Farmer set out through the woods straight to the Rasmodius' tower. The time was already late, but they knew that their wizard friend was still awake, this was at least evidenced by the light from the windows of the tower, probably the only source of light in the thicket of a dark winter forest. Also, the light radiated from a gap from the slightly open front door, which surprised the Farmer, who had already approached here to knock.

"Huh, weird. I don't remember Magnus being so forgetful. And who wants a draft with such a frost outside" With these thoughts, the Farmer quietly entered the small lobby filled with various exotic plants.

"Almost all of its plants don't like the cold." They carefully looked at the callesia in a plant pot, shaking their heads disapprovingly, such a bush is thermophilic and can die when the temperature drops. So they carefully closed the front door and climbed the stairs to the top in search of the occupant of the tower.

There was no one in the main hall, although some liquid was still seething in the cauldron. The Farmer noted to themself that the aroma of lavender and chamomile coming from the cauldron is much more pleasant than the everyday stench of moss, toadstools and Yoba know what else.

And yet, Magnus is not here. As the Farmer was about to go down to the basement, they heard footsteps upstairs in Magnus' bedroom. The young Farmer hesitated for half a minute, thinking about whether to go up there, Magnus was probably already getting ready for bed and it would be indecent to disturb him. And yet they headed towards the stairs. Standing in front of the door to the bedroom, the Farmer had already raised their hand to knock, but before they had time to do so, the door itself opened.

"Darling, have you already found what you wanted? We can continue our-" Olivia's purr turned into a grave silence, and her flirtatious pretty face turned pale and froze in shock. The Farmer was also in complete shock when before their eyes was not an adult wizard in purple hair and a beard, but Victor's mother... in lace underwear. The underwear, by the way, really suited Olivia, and the Farmer considered that this was not the thought that should have come to mind in such a situation.

The dead silence and not too decent thoughts of the Farmer were broken by Olivia's piercing screech, which so frightened the poor Farmer that, having taken a step back because of such a powerful sound, they stepped back and fell down the stairs back into the main hall.

Well, at least they didn't hurt too much, thanks to the constant hardening in the mines.

"What in the name of the spirits is going on here?!" And here is Magnus himself, in a nightgown and with some kind of bottle with a liquid, looks like oil, in his hand, appeared in front of the Farmer lying on the floor in the blink of an eye. If the Farmer decided to go down to the basement first, they would hardly be in this strange position.

"Farmer?" Rasmodius looked with surprise at the uninvited guest, who managed to get to their feet. Apparently, he forgot to lock the front door after all.

"What-what are you doing here?!" Olivia came down the stairs, already in a dressing gown (a Magnus' dressing gown, by the way), all annoyed, ready to destroy everything in her path with one glance. "Leave this place immediately!"

The voice of reason told the Farmer to leave the tower right away and run home to the farm, but they still stood still, casting a shocked look from Magnus to Olivia.

"I, uh.. I brought..."

"Ah, Farmer" Magnus addressed the young intruder as he placed the bottle of oil on the table, tired and annoyed in his voice. "Would you be so kind to leave my abode?"

"Y-yeah, b-b-but..."

"But what?" Magnus was already losing patience, as was Olivia.

"Leave"

"I was-"

"Now!" Magnus barked loudly at the Farmer in uncharacteristic intolerance, casting a spell that teleported the Farmer outside, straight into a large snowdrift, back into the dark forest with a flick of his hand. Having floundered in a snowdrift, they were able to find their balance again, shook off all the snow from themselves and walked at a quick pace to their home.

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Winter... So beautiful, but oh-so cold...

The white snow crunched under the Farmer's boots, who went out on the porch to check the morning mail. Although the evening was, to put it mildly, full of events for them, the Farmer was able to sleep peacefully that night. Well, Magnus and Olivia are dating, (kinda?), they are adults and have every right for that. Although the thought of why Magnus was holding a oil jar in his hands didn't bring up very decent thoughts. They had the same feeling after the mayor's request for truffle oil...

Ugh. Enough of that.

There were not many letters in the mailbox, but one of them stood out with dark blue paper and a wax seal. Only Magnus can send something like this.

"Please come to the tower today at 9 pm, we need to talk. It's urgent." That's all that was written in the letter. The Farmer's throat was dry from the upcoming conversation, and although they did not know what to talk about, they already knew that the upcoming conversation would not be pleasant.

With the onset of darkness, the Farmer did not keep themself waiting and arrived at the appointed place at exactly 9 p.m. Inside the tower, Magnus and Olivia were already waiting for them. Victor's mother stood in silence and was much calmer than yesterday, but still looked at the young Farmer rather sternly. Magnus was trying to sound less annoyed and not add to the already heavy atmosphere. The key word is "trying".

"I think you can already guess why we asked you to come here." So far, the Wizard began in a calm tone.

"Yes and no," the Farmer tried to answer honestly and find the right words. Seriously, it was as if they were standing in front of disgruntled parents who had just returned from a school meeting and found out that their child received poor grades in algebra.

"But I understand you are dating, right?"

"Right," Magnus replied.

"In secret?"

Magnus nodded.

"And I disturbed you yesterday, right?"

"How smart," Olivia quipped a little.

"Olivia, please," Magnus tried to calm her down, but she was already turned on.

"And you've been spying on us for a long time, right?" Olivia snapped.

"...Pardon me?" Now the Farmer didn't understand anything. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't make fools of us," Olivia continued. "Are you saying that it was by chance that you came to the tower on this particular day?"

What?

"Why do I need it?" Now it was Farmer's turn to express irritation and intolerance. They can't quite figure out what Olivia is getting at.

"Gossip, blackmail, just for fun, no?" After this phrase, the Farmer felt like they had just been slapped. And Magnus' look seemed to show that he was of the same opinion as Olivia.

"Do you-do you really think that I was spying on you so that I could use it as blackmail? Do you think that badly of me?!" The young Farmer could no longer hold back their emotions when they barked the last word to the whole room. Maybe they didn't know Olivia that well, after all they'd only been in the Valley for one year, but Magnus?...

"I came to the tower to give materials to Magnus and I never knew you were dating. But even if I found out, do you think that I would tell everyone in a row about it?"

Now, there was not a drop of irritation left on the faces of Olivia and Rasmodius. Only regret and shame. They were so sure that the Farmer... Yoba, how wrong they were.

Little drops appeared at the corners of the Farmer's eyes, they had to make a great effort to keep the tears from rolling down their cheeks.

"I don't need it"

They turned towards the door and walked out the door.

"Farmer, wait, we..." The Farmer didn't hear what the wizard and former accountants said next, but simply slammed the front door from the other side. From the huge cotton, some snow from the wall of the tower fell on the youth's head. They quickly brushed it off and walked towards the farm, away from the tower.

It was... painful, to say at least. They expected awkwardness, explanations, but not like this...

In the future, Olivia will apologize to the Farmer for everything that happened, explaining that after the death of her husband, other attempts to have an affair were an excuse for blackmailing her from unkind colleagues at her old job, so she reacted so strongly. Magnus will apologize for such judgments without hard evidence and his rudeness, realizing that this is not an excuse to yell at the Farmer. All three will measure themselves and become best friends in the future, still keeping this secret.

But for now... The young Farmer, with tears in their eyes, are walking through a dark forest, where street lamps and Pelican City decorations are lit in the distance, walking on crisp snow, walking down the street in such a beautiful, but so cold winter...

#wow it's a whole fanfic #i can't write #at least can't write good in English #but I really wanted to write something after that post #so here we go i guess #stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley expanded #sve #sdv farmer #sve olivia #sdv wizard #sdv rasmodius #sve magnus #sve headcanons #that's not hc but a goddamn long-ass fanfic #but hey

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legitimatesatanspawn · 1 year

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"How come Peach's last name is Toadstool? Is her dad Toad?"

"It was her name in the original Mario game since she was the princess of the Mushroom Kingdom."

"Okay so then what's her name in Donkey Kong?"

"That's a completely different person later named Pauline. Basically DK was an escaped circus animal who pulled a King Kong."

"Then who's the girl from Mario Tennis?"

"That's Daisy. She's the Luigi to Peach's Mario and has her own kingdom in the GB games."

"Are they both Toadstools?"

"No. Or, well maybe since she's a princess and you know how nobility tends to handle things..."

"I like Rosalina!" "Huh? Who is Rosalina?"

"I like her too; fairy princess lookin' lady. Rosalina is implied to be an ancestor's relative to Peach except Rosalina is now an immortal among the stars. Oh, Rosalina is the Space Princess from the Galaxy games."

"Wait, I didn't know that. Where was it?"

"It was in the storytime books she read to the Lumas so it was easy to miss."

"TIL there's so much lore to Mario stuff."

#super mario bros #princess peach #pauline #princess daisy #princess rosalina #mario lore #they don't even know how deep the rabbit hole goes #good thing i didn't mention the previous mario bros movie #transdimensionally lost princess daisy raised in nyc who is the descendant of sapient dinosaurs #her father was devolved into a fungus that then spread all across the lowish tech cyberpunk city

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nikofortuna · 8 months

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JTTW Chapter 7 Thoughts

Chapter Seven for the @journeythroughjourneytothewest Reading Group! I’ve got a lot of commentary on translations this time around.

Golden flowers have come up in the text a few times now. I’m starting to wonder if they are just pretty flowers and it’s like Heaven’s version of giving someone a regular bouquet. Or are they edible perhaps? Edible flowers have shown up a few times as well, so it’s not too farfetched. Additionally in this instance with Erlang receiving his rewards they are listed alongside drink and edible medicine, while the material objects are listed towards the end. They have been paired with wine before as well, so I’m inclined to believe they are edible.

Regarding the Brazier of Eight Trigrams, funnily enough in the J.F. Jenner translation the Trigram Xùn is written as Sun, which is rather interesting. Now you could look at it as Sun Wukong occupying a space sort of meant for him. But while this is an interesting thought, it’s of course purely part of a singular translation.

Regardless given that in this translation every other Trigram is written the same as the Pinyin minus the tone marks and they specifically call it the “Palace of Sun” instead of compartment or the like unlike other translations, so this might have been intentional. Though that assumption is firmly in the territory of speculation.

They really didn’t dwell long on the time in the brazier, huh.

Something that bothers me is the “diamond pupils”. No no, it’s not diamond, if anything it’s golden like all the other translations call it and it makes more sense as well. Diamond doesn’t invoke the right image, meanwhile gold is easier and more natural to visualize. Besides the character used in the original Chinese is [金 Jīn] which is very commonly known to mean gold no less.

You really can’t even blame Sun Wukong for going off after the brazier incident. Even without being caught up in the actual fire, the heat and especially the smoke must have been horrible. Plus he was alone, so it would be considerable to believe he might have been thinking and worrying over his family as well whenever the pain didn’t cloud his mind.

Another bit about translation for “Mind Monkey” the characters [心猿 Xīn Yuán] are used. Xin can mean various things like heart for example, which is what the German translation went with, probably because you could also say that Sun Wukong always follows his heart in what he wants.

Sun Wukong deeming himself worthy of the Celestial Palace is not really surprising either. Remember how he got his position of Handsome Monkey King? It was through one simple daring act. So of course he’d think, why would this be any different now? Besides he must really disapprove of the Jade Emperor by now and ruling in a way that makes your subjects unhappy is probably the easiest and fastest way to provoke a coup.

Buddha indeed went squish the monke! With how it is described as being gentle while still being restricting, what came to my mind was squishing a cat to gently hold it in place.

Moving on to the feast that was held in place of the Peach Banquet, which does make you wonder why they made that much of a fuss about it infront of the guests when they could have come up with a replacement seemingly this easily.

Fungi facts! Agaric is a toadstool or mushroom with the characteristics of a mushroom cap with gills underneath that is clearly differentiated from the stalk. A well-known example would be the Fly Agaric.

But there doesn’t seem to be a naturally purple one. So much like the J.F. Jenner translation you could call it a “magic mushroom”, which is just too funny for me not to mention.

Rounding out with something very interesting that was mentioned in the Audio Drama’s Production notes for this chapter is how a “whip” in this book isn’t necessarily what you usually imagine when you hear the word whip! It can also be a metal rod!

#xiyouji #journey to the west #jttw #sun wukong #monkey king #jttw reading group #jttw book club #fly agaric

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{Gasping}{Gasping}

-It's hideous!

-Ah, that's not very nice. It's just a donkey.

-Indeed. Knights, new plan! The one who kills the orge will be named

champion! Have it him!

-Get him!

-Oh, hey! Now come on! Hang on now.

-Go ahead! Get him!

-Can't we just settle this over a pint?

-Kill the beast!

-No? All right then. Come on!

I don't give a damn about my reputation

You're living in the past

It's a new generation

-Damn!

{Whinnying}

A girl can do what she wants to do

And that's what I'm gonna do

And I don't give a damn about my bad reputation

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Not me

Me, me, me

-Hey, Shrek, tag me! Tag me!

And I don't give a damn about my bad reputation

Never said I wanted to improve my station

-Ah!

{Laughs}

And I'm always feelin' good when I'm having fun

-Yeah!

And I don't have to please no one

-The chair! Give him the chair!

And I don't give a damn about my bad reputation

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Not me

Me, me, me

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Not me, not me

{Bell dings}

{Cheering}

{Laughs}

-Oh, yeah! Ah! Ah! Thank you! Thank you very much! I'm here till

Thursday. Try the veal! Ha, ha!

{Shrek laughs}

{Crowd gasping, murmuring}

-Shall I give the order, sir?

-No, I have a better idea. People of DuLoc, I give you our champion!

-What?

-Congratulations, orge. You're won the honor of embarking on a great

and noble quest.

-Quest? I'm already in a quest, a quest to get my swamp back.

-Your swamp?

-Yeah, my swamp! Where you dumped those tale creatures!

{Crowd murmuring}

-Indeed. All right, orge. I'll make you a deal. Go on this quest for

me, and I'll give you your swamp back.

-Exactly the way it was?

-Down to the last slime-covered toadstool.

-And the squatters?

-As good as gone.

-What kind of quest?

-Let me get this straight. You're gonna go fight a dragon and rescue a

princess just so Farquaad will give you back a swamp which you only

don't have because he filled it full of freaks in the first place.

-Is that about right?

-Maybe there's a good reason donkeys shouldn't talk.

-I don't get it. Why don't you just pull some of that orge stuff on

him? Throttle him, lay siege to his fortress, grinds his bones to make

your bread, the whole orge trip.

-Oh, I know what. Maybe I could have decapitated an entire village and

put their heads on a pike, gotten a knife, cut open their spleen and

drink their fluids. Does that sound good to you?

-Uh, no, not really, no.

-For your information, there's a lot more to orges than people think.

-Example?

-Example? Okay, um, orges are like onions.

-{Sniffs} They stink?

-Yes - - No!

-They make you cry?

-No!

-You leave them in the sun, they get all brown, start sproutin' little

white hairs.

-No! Layers! Onions have layers. Orges have layers! Onions have

layers. You get it? We both have layers.

{Sighs}

-Oh, you both have layers. Oh. {Sniffs} You know, not everybody likes

onions. Cake! Everybody loves cakes! Cakes have layers.

-I don't care... what everyone likes. Orges are not like cakes.

-You know what else everybody likes? Parfaits. Have you ever met a

person, you say, "Let's get some parfait," they say, "No, I don't like

no parfait"? Parfaits are delicious.

-No! You dense, irritating, miniature beast of burden! Orges are like

onions! And of story. Bye-bye. See ya later.

-Parfaits may be the most delicious thing on the whole damn planet.

-You know, I think I preferred your humming. Do you have a tissure or

something? I'm making a mess. Just the word parfait make me start

slobbering.

I'm on my way from misery to happiness today

Uh-huh,uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

I'm on my way from misery to happiness today

Uh-huh,uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

And everything that you receive up yonder

Is what you give to me the day I wander

I'm on my way

-Ohh! Shrek! Did you do that?

-You gotta warn somebody before you just crack one off. My mouth was

open. Believe me, Donkey, if it was me, you'd be dead. {Sniffs} It's

brimstone We must be getting close.

-Yeah, right, brimstone. Don't be talking about it's the brimstone. I

know what I smell. It wasn't no brimstone. It didn't come off no stone

neither.

{Rumbling}

-Sure, it's big enough, but look at the location.

{Laughing}

-Uh, Shrek? Uh, remember when you said orges have layers?

-Oh, aye.

-Well, I have a bit of a confession to make. Donkeys don't have

layers. We wear our fear right out there on our sleeves.

-Wait a second. Donkeys don't have sleeves.

-You know what I mean.

-You can't tell me you're afraid of heights.

-I'm just a little uncomfortable about being on a rickety bridge over

a boiling like of lava!

-Come on, Donkey. I'm right here beside ya, okay? For emotional

support., we'll just tackle this thing together one little baby step

at a time.

-Really?

-Really, really.

-Okay, that makes me feel so much better.

-Just keep moving. And don't look down.

-Okay, don't look down. Don't look down. Don't look down. Keep on

moving. Don't look down.

{Gasps}

-Shrek! I'm lookin' down! Oh, God, I can't do this! Just let me off,

please!

-But you're already halfway.

-But I know that half is safe!

-Okay, fine. I don't have time for this. You go back.

-Shrek, no! Wait!

-Just, Donkey - - Let's have a dance then, shall me?

-Don't do that!

-Oh, I'm sorry. Do what?

-Oh, this?

-Yes, that!

-Yes? Yes, do it. Okay.

{Screams}

-No, Shrek! No! Stop it!

-You said do it! I'm doin' it.

-I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. Shrek, I'm gonna die. Oh!

-That'll do, Donkey. That'll do.

-Cool.

-So where is this fire-breathing pain-in-the-neck anyway?

-Inside, waiting for us to rescue her.

{Chuckles}

-I was talkin' about the dragon, Shrek.

{Water dripping, wind howling}

-You afraid?

-No.

-But - -

- Shh.

-Oh, good. Me neither.

{Gasps}

-'Cause there's nothin' wrong with bein' afraid. Fear's a sensible

response to an unfamiliar situation. Unfamiliar dangerous situation, I

might add. With a dragon that breathes fire and eats knights and

breathes fire, it sure doesn't mean you're a coward if you're a little

scared. I sure as heck ain't no coward. I know that.

{Gasps}

-Donkey, two things, okay? Shut ... up. Now go over there and see if

you can find any stairs.

-Stairs? I thought we was lookin' for the princess.

-The princess will be up the stairs in the highest room in the tallest

tower.

-What makes you think she'll be there?

-I read it in a book once.

-Cool. You handle the dragon. I'll handle the stairs. I'll find those

stairs. I'll whip their butt too. Those stairs won't know which way

they're goin'.

{Creacing}

-I'm gonna take drastic steps. Kick it to the curb. Don't mess with

me. I'm the stair master. I've mastered the stairs. I wish I had a

step right here. I'd step all over it.

-Well, at least we know where the princess is, but where's the - -

-Dragon!

{Screams}

{Gasps}

{Roars}

-Donkey, look out!

{Screams}

{Whimpering}

-Got ya!

{Roars}

{Gasps}

{Shouts}

-Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

{Screaming}

{Gasps}

-Oh! Aah! Aah!

{Gasping}

{Crowls}

-No. Oh, no, No!

{Screams}

-Oh, what large teeth you have.

{Crowls}

-I mean white, sparkling teeth. I know you probably hear this all time

from your food, but you must bleach, 'cause that is one dazzling smile

you got there. Do I detect a hint of minty freshness? And you know

what else? You're - - You're a girl dragon! Oh, sure! I mean, of

course you're a girl dragon. You're just reeking of feminine beauty.

What's the matter with you? You got something in your eye? Ohh. Oh.

Oh. Man, I'd really love to stay, but you know, I'm, uh - -

(Coughs)

-I'm an asthmatic, and I don't know if it'd work out if you're gonna

blow smoke rings. Shrek!

{Gasps}

{Whimpering}

-No! Shrek! Shrek! Shrek!

{Groans, Sighs}

{Vocalizing}

-Oh! Oh!

-Wake up!

-What?

-Are you Princess Fiona?

-I am, awaiting a knight so bold as to rescue me.

-Oh, that's nice. Now let's go!

-But wait, Sir Knight. This be-ith our first meeting. Should it not be

a wonderful, romantic moment?

-Yeah, sorry, lady. There's no time.

-Hey, wait. What are you doing? You should sweep me off my feet out

yonder window and down a rope onto your valiant steed.

-You've had a lot of time to plan this, haven't you?

-Mm-hmm.

{Screams, grunts}

-But we have to savor this moment! You could recite an epic poem for

me. A ballad? A sonnet! A limerick? Or something!

-I don't think so.

-Can I at least know the name of my champion?

-Um, Shrek.

-Sir Shrek.

{Cleans throat}

-I pray that you take this favor as a token of my gratitude.

-Thanks!

{Roaring}

-You didn't slay the dragon?

-It's on my to-do list. Now come on!

{Screams}

-But this isn't right! You were meant to charge in, sword drawn,

banner flying. That's what all the other knights did.

-Yeah, right before they burst into flame.

-That's not the point. Oh!

-Wait. Where are you going? The next's over there.

-Well, I have to save my ass.

-What kind of knight are you?

-One of a kind.

-Slow down. Slow down, baby, please. I believe it's healthy to get to

know someone over a long perriod of time. Just call me old-fashioned.

{Laughs}

-I don't want to rush into a physical relationship. I'm not

emotionally ready for a commitment of, uh, this - - Magnitude really

is the word I'm looking for. Magnitude- - Hey, that is unwanted

physical contact. Hey, what are you doing? Okay, okay. Let's just back

up a little and take this one step at a time. We really should get to

know each other first as friends or pen pals. I'm on the road a lot,

but I just love receiving cards - - I'd really love to stay, but - -

Don't do that! That's my tail! That's my personal tail. You're gonna

tear it off. I don't give permission - - What are you gonna do with

that? Hey, now. No way. No! No! No, no! No. No, no, no. No! Oh!

{Growls}

{Roaring}

{Gasps}

-Hi, Princess!

-It talks!

-Yeah, it's getting him to shut up that's the trick.

{Screams}

{Screaming}

-Oh!

{Thuds}

{Groans}

{Roars}

{Roaring}

-Okay, you two, heard for the exit! I'll take care of the dragon.

{Fchoing}

-Run!

{Gasping}

{Screaming}

{Roaring}

{Screams}

{Roars}

{Panting, sighs}

{Whimpers}

{Roars}

-You did it!

-You rescued me! You're amazing. You're - - You're wonderful.

You're... a little unorthodox I'll admit. But they deed is great, and

thine heart is pure. I am eternally in your debt.

{Clears throat}

-And where would a brave knight be without his noble steed?

-I hope you heard that. She called me a noble steed. She think I'm a

steed.

-The battle is won. You may remove your helmet, good Sir Knight.

-Uh, no.

-Why not?

-I have helmet hair.

-Please. I would'st look upon the face of my rescuer.

-No, no, you wouldn't - - 'st.

-But how will you kiss me?

-What? That wasn't in the job description.

-Maybe it's a perk.

-No, it's destiny. Oh, you must know how it goes. A princess locked in

a tower and beset by a dragon is rescued by a brave knight, and then

they share true love's first kiss.

-Hmm? With Shrek? You think- - Wait. Wait. You think that Shrek is you

true love?

-Well, yes.

{Laughing}

-You think Shrek is your true love!

-What is so funny?

-Let's just say I'm not your tipe, okay?

-Of course, you are. You're my rescuer. Now - - Now remove your

helmet.

-Look. I really don't think this is a good idea.

-Just take off the helmet.

-I'm not going to.

-Take ot off.

-No!

-Now!

-Okay! Easy. As you command. Your Highness.

-You- - You're a- - an orge.

-Oh, you were expecting Prince Charming.

-Well, yes, actually. Oh, no. This is all wrong. You're not supposed

to be an orge.

{Sighs}

-Princess, I was sent to rescue you by Lord Farquaad, okay? He is the

one who wants to marry you.

-Then why didn't he come rescue me?

-Good question. You should ask him that when we get there.

-But I have to be rescued by my true love, not by some prge and his- -

his pet.

-So much for noble steed.

-You're not making my job any easier.

-I'm sorry, but your job is not my problem. You can tell Lord Farquaad

that if he wants to rescue me properly, I'll be waiting for him right

here.

-Hey! I'm no one's messenger boy, all right? I'm a delivery boy.

-You wouldn't dare. Put me down!

-Ya comin', Donkey?

-I'm right behind ya.

-Put me down, or you will suffer the consequences! This is not

dignified! Put me down!

-Okay, so here's another question. Say there's a woman that digs you,

right, but you don't really like her that way. How do you let her down

real easy so her feelings aren't hurt, but you don't get burned to a

crisp and eaten?

-You just tell her she's not your true love. Everyone knowest what

happens when you find your - - Hey!

{Sighs}

-The sooner we get to DuLoc the better.

-You're gonna love it there, Princess. It's beautiful!

-And what of my groom-to-be? Lord Farquaad? What's he like?

-Let me put it this way, Princess. Men of Farquaad's stature are in

short supply.

{Laughs}

-I don't know. There are those who think little of him.

-Stop it. Stop it, both of you. You're just jealous you can never

measure up to a great ruler like Lord Farquaad.

-Yeah, well, maybe you're right, Princess. But I'll let you do the

"measuring" when you see him tomorrow.

-Tomorrow? It'll take that long? Shouldn't we stop to make camp?

-No, that'll take longer. We can keep going.

-But there's robbers in the woods.

-Whoa! Time out, Shrek! Camping's starting to sound good.

-Hey, come on. I'm scarier than anything we're going to see in this

forest.

-I need to find somewhere to camp now!

{Birds wings fluttering}

{Grunting}

-Hey! Over here.

-Shrek, we can do better than that. I don't think this is fit for a

princess.

-No, no, it's perfect. It just needs a few homey touches.

-Homey touches? Like what?

{Crashing}

-A door? Well, gentlemen, I bid thee good night.

-You want me to read you a bedtime story? I will.

-I said good night!

-Shrek, What are you doing?

{Laughs}

-I just- - You know - - Oh, come on. I was just kidding.

{Fire cracking}

-And, uh, that one, that's Throwback, the only orge to ever spit over

three wheat fields. Right. Yeah.

-Hey, can you tell my future from these stars?

-The stars don't tell the future, Donkey. They tell stories. Look,

there's Bloodnut, the Flatulent. You can guess what he's famous for.

-I know you're making this up.

-No, look. There he is, and there's the group of hunters running away

from his stench.

-That ain't nothin' but a bunch of little dots.

-You know, Donkey, sometimes things are more than they appear. Hmm?

Forget it.

{Sighs}

-Hey, Shrek, what we gonna do when we get our swamp anyway?

-Our swamp?

-You know, when we're through rescuing the princess.

-We? Donkey, there's no "we". There's no "our". There's just me and my

swamp. The first thing I'm gonna do is build a ten-foot wall arond my

land.

-You cut me deep, Shrek. You cut me real deep just now. You know what

I think? I think this whole wall thing is just a way to keep somebody

out.

-No, do ya think?

-Are you hidin' something?

-Never mind, Donkey.

-Oh, this is another one of those onion things, isn't it?

-No, this is one of those drop-it and leave-it alone things.

-Why don't you want to talk about it?

-Why do you want to talk about it?

-Why are you blocking?

-I'm not blocking.

-Oh, yes, you are.

-Donkey, I'm warning you.

-Who you trying to keep out?

-Everyone! Okay?

-Oh, now we're gettin' somewhere.

-Oh! For the love of Pete!

-What's your problem? What you got against the whole world anyway?

-Look, I'm not the one with the problem, okay? It's the world that

seems to have a problem with me. People take one look at me and go.

"Aah! Help! Run! A big, stupid, ugly orge!" They judge me before they

even know me. That's why I'm better off alone.

-You know what? When we met, I didn't think you was just a big,

stupid, ugly orge.

-Yeah, I know.

-So, uh, are there any donkeys up there?

-Well, there's, um, Gabby, the Small and Annoying.

-Okay, okay, I see it now. The big shiny one, right there. That one

there?

-That's the moon.

-Oh, okay.

{Orchestra}

{Dulcimer}

-Again, show me again. Mirror, mirror, show her to me. Show me the

princess.

-Hmph.

-Ah. Perfect.

{Inhales}

{Snoring}

{Vocalizing}

{Whistling}

{Sizzling}

{Sniffs, yawns}

-Mmm, yeah, you know I like it like that.

--Come on, baby. I said I like it.

-Donkey, wake up.

-Huh? What?

-Wake up.

-What?

-Good morning. Hm, how do you like your eggs?

-Good morning, Princess!

-What's all this about?

-You know, we kind of got off to a bad start yesterday. I wanted to

make it up to you. I mean, after all, you did rescue me.

-Uh, thanks.

{Sniffs}

-Well, eat up. We've got a big day ahead of us.

{Belches}

-Shrek!

-What? It's a compliment. Better out than in, I always say. {Laughs}

-Well, it's no way to behave in front of a princess.

{Belches}

-Thanks.

-She's as nasty as you are.

-{Laughs} You know, you're not exactly what I expected.

-Well, maybe you shouldn't judge people before you get to know them.

{Vocalizing}

-La liberte! Hey!

-Princess!

{Laughs}

-What are you doing?

-Be still, mon cherie, for I am you savior! And I am rescuing you from

this green - -

{Kissing sounds}

-beast.

-Hey!

-That's my princess! Go find you own!

-Please, monster! Can't you see I'm a little busy here?

me fr 😔

#responding with the first thing that came to mind

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jadeile-writes · 3 months

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Fanfic Progress Update 160

Hello, I'm Tired, how are you? I hate January and February, the give me bouts of seasonal depression and that ruins my groove. I'll manage tho. Stay tuned for a sneak-peek for A Sign that you're important at the bottom of this post!

Current WIPs:

A Sign that you're important

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog, movieverse

Summary: One month upon his assigment as Doctor Robotnik's assitant, Agent Stone is told to learn sign language. He doesn't know why, and isn't suicidal enough to ask, so he simply rolls with it. Turns out, it's not just a whimsy of the eccentric doctor, even though that doesn't stop the doctor from utilizing it like one.

Progress: Chapter 4 was posted on 11th of January. The fifth chapter will be posted on 18th of January aka the next Thursday. Chapter 5 is finished and ready to be posted. I'll need to do a chapter 6, cause Robotnik really, really wanted to wallow and be gay for Stone for a full chapter, mostly at the same time too. Unsure if chapter 6 will be full length or basically a half-length epilogue, we'll see.

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Life at the laboratory (I'm starting to not like this title, might change it)

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog, movieverse

Summary:

"Wanted: a yesman who is capable of operating an espresso machine, has at least a higher IQ than your average amoeba, and is willing to put work before having a personal life, or indeed a life, period. The extra in your pathetic paycheck is good, but the strain in your psyche will make up for the positives. Forfeit your basic human rights and apply today if this sounds like you."

Maybe it said something about Agent Stone - and probably not good things - that the poster in the cafeteria's pin board piqued his interest more than any of his official assignments had for a good long while.

Dr. Robotnik, huh?

Progress: This one will be part one of a two-parter longfic, the first part probably... 10-ish chapters? It's a bit hard to estimate at this point, so the number is subject to change - will probably end up being increased tbh. My weekly writing hour (as in, a specific hour when I sit down and write, no excuses [other than not being home]) is devoted to this fic.

I have the first five chapters completely written. Chapter 6 has been started.

I also have two halfway written chapters that don't yet know their exact placement within the fic (they're scenes that will be slotted in to wherever they feel natural, once we get Stone settled in.)

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to Someday™:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

Rolling with it (Zelda: BotW)

Hah, our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest! (Hazbin Hotel)

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here’s the promised sneak-peek into A Sign that you're important (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fic itself due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!

Turned out, even super advanced hearing aids didn’t take well to getting jostled around like maracas at the speed of sound by a hedgehog, getting blasted through an interdimensional portal they hadn’t been tested for, and crashing loudly and violently into Toadstool Tartarus. In fact, the left one went into tinnitus mode and the right one simply shut down completely. It made crawling out of a crashed aircraft much worse than it already would have been by default.

Once he was out and had enough distance to not get blown to smithereens or showered with shrapnel should his aircraft decide to explode, both hearing aids were promptly removed from his sore ears.

“This will put a damper on whatever plan I will begin hatching as soon as I get my bearings”, Doctor Robotnik said to himself, already hating the likely long lasting silence, especially when that included his own voice.

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That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!

Links:

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#fanfic progress update

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bonvoyagenoona · 1 year

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amomk seokjin to his dongsaengs :)

Aaaahhh please!

source: track11sea

Well, that took me right out. Ugh, I’ve missed the AMOMK boys, and these little script-drabble-thingies that you all help create! Let’s do one! Here’s what came to mind, partly in honor of Jin sharing his deployment date. (Note: This drabble is G-rated, but the full still-in-progress fic is very much not lol.)

A Map of Mrs. Kims Drabble: The Best Biggest Hyung

7:13 AM.

Small Kid Taehyung: (fussing with his shoelaces)

Mrs. Kim: (stops zipping up Medium Kid Namjoon’s jacket and turns her attention to Small Kid Taehyung) Wait, wait, wait, Eomma will do it.

Big Kid Jin watches as she makes two perfect bunny ears.

Mrs. Kim: (tickling a laughing Taehyung) Why are you so wriggly? Huh? Did you go to the bathroom already?

Small Kid Taehyung: Yesssss!

Mrs. Kim: (collecting her boys) OK, let’s go, you’re going to be late for school.

Big Kid Jin notices Medium Kid Namjoon’s jacket isn’t zipped yet, and Medium Kid Namjoon is getting destructively frustrated.

Big Kid Jin: Wait, wait, wait, hyungie will do it, hyungie will do it.

He helps Namjoon align and then zip his jacket all the way up.

Small Kid Namjoon: (sparkles in his eyes) Thanks, hyung!

Mrs. Kim helps them pile into the car and gets them to school. She gets out of the car to give them all one hug each.

Mrs. Kim: (pulling back from Taehyung) I’ll be back at lunch to pick you up, Tae.

Mrs. Kim smiles as he squeezes her one more time. And then, she stands tall.

Mrs. Kim: You boys have a good day, and if you need anything (ruffles Jin’s hair) let your hyung know. (smiling proudly at him) He’s the best biggest hyung, in the world, and he’s in charge when I’m not around. OK?

Taehyung and Namjoon: (unaffected, scampering off) OK bye Eomma!

Mrs. Kim: (smiles as she watches them go, then turns back to Jin) All yours.

Big Kid Jin presses his lips together, furrows his brow, and nods once, so solemn, as Mrs. Kim laughs gently.

8:47 AM.

Ms. Yong: (from her desk) Kim Seokjin?

Big Kid Jin abruptly ends his conversation with his groupmates and looks over to her as he stands.

Ms. Yong smiles and holds up her phone.

Big Kid Jin: Hmm. (looks down and stretches his arm out of his sleeve to check his Princess Toadstool's Castle Run watch) He’s early today.

Big Kid Jin walks down the hallway and past the front office to get to room 104. He knocks on the open door.

Mrs. Peng: Ah, Seokjinnie, thank you!

Big Kid Jin: (rolling up his sleeves) What do we got, Mrs. Peng?

Mrs. Peng: Well, today, he just walked a bit awkwardly and---

Small Kid Taehyung is wailing on the floor, encircled by his entire class watching in confusion. All of his shoelaces are undone.

Mrs. Peng: He won’t let anybody near him.

Student 1: Tae-Tae---

Small Kid Taehyung snarls, and then goes back to wailing.

Big Kid Jin: Taehyungie!

At the sound of his hyung’s voice, Small Kid Taehyung stops crying immediately.

Big Kid Jin: (heroically) Don’t worry. Hyung will do it!

Big Kid Jin marches over to him, and Small Kid Taehyung sits up, planting his soles on the ground and sniffling, wiping snot from his upper lip with the back of his sleeve.

Big Kid Jin kneels by Small Kid Taehyung’s feet and makes two less-than-perfect bunny ears, but they’re completed all the same.

Small Kid Taehyung: Thanks, hyung!

He starts to get up.

Big Kid Jin: Wait wait wait!

Small Kid Taehyung freezes, and Big Kid Jin goes back to double-knot the laces.

Small Kid Taehyung: Hey but that’s not what Eomma does!

Big Kid Jin: Well, Eomma taught me to do this if my shoelaces get loose! (smiling at Small Kid Taehyung) And I’m in charge when she’s not around, right?

Small Kid Taehyung: Right!

12:08 PM.

Big Kid Jin sees someone dumping Medium Kid Namjoon’s milk into his container of stew.

Big Kid Jin: (to his friends) I’ll meet you at the table.

He walks around the perimeter of the cafeteria, avoiding Medium Kid Namjoon’s eyeline, though he wouldn’t notice much, because he’s helplessly staring at his ruined lunch. Big Kid Jin keeps walking until he meets the bully who ruined it.

Big Kid Jin: I saw what you did.

Bully: (laughing) Hilarious, right?

Big Kid Jin: Not hilarious. Mean.

Bully: I did him a favor. He could do with a little less milk, and a little less food. Guy’s a bit chub---

Big Kid Jin: (drops his food on the floor, where it spills onto the Bully and his friends’ shoes and pants; slaps the Bully on his shoulder, and leans in uncomfortably close) What?

Bully: (startled) H-huh?

Big Kid Jin: (smiling) I said, what? (squeezing his shoulder) I couldn’t hear what you were going to say about my brother (nails digging in) so I’m leaning in really close to make sure I can hear you clearly.

Bully: (tears in his eyes, sputtering) Y-your bro--- I-I didn’t---

Big Kid Jin: What?

Bully: I-I’m sorry!

Big Kid Jin: Cool. That’s what I thought you said.

He leaves the mess and walks over to Medium Kid Namjoon from behind.

Medium Kid Namjoon is trying desperately to use his fingers to pick out slices of meat that went unaffected in the milk debacle. He reaches for a slice of meat and makes a disgusted face before bringing it to his mouth to---

Big Kid Jin: (slapping Medium Kid Namjoon on the back) Hey! Don’t eat that!

Medium Kid Namjoon: (dropping the meat, rubbing where Big Kid Jin slapped him, falling quiet, feeling ashamed) ...You saw what happened?

Big Kid Jin: What do you mean?

Medium Kid Namjoon: (pointing down to his food) Some guy just took my milk and---

Big Kid Jin: Whatever, look, I have some extra money to buy something for lunch, and they have hamburgers! You wanna go through the line with me?

Medium Kid Namjoon: But Eomma said to stop buying lunch because---

Big Kid Jin: (pulling Medium Kid Namjoon up from the table) I said it was extra money, and I want a burger. Do you want a burger?

Medium Kid Namjoon: (getting excited, leaving his lunch and following his brother) Well, of course I want a burger, who doesn’t want a burger?

5:33 PM

Small Kid Taehyung: (lying on the couch, upside down, shirt falling and covering his eyes, tummy exposed) Boots!

Big Kid Jin’s eyes pop open. Nap interrupted, he looks over and sees Small Kid Taehyung starting to cry.

Big Kid Jin: (scampering over) What happened!

Small Kid Taehyung: Fell! Behind--- huhuhuuuu--- the--- huhhhhuhuhuuu--- couch!!

Big Kid Jin: Don’t worry, hyung will get him. And don’t cry like that. Just tell hyung what’s wrong. Eomma is cooking. She might get scared.

Without giving it a second thought, Big Kid Jin dives into the gap between the back of the sofa and the wall, his bigger body wriggling to reach for the toy. He pulls Boots out to a laughing, wriggling Taehyung.

Big Kid Jin: Is that what hyung looked like?

Small Kid Taehyung laughs and nods as he wriggles. But then he looks serious. And doesn’t stop wriggling.

Big Kid Jin: Do you need to go to the bathroom?

Small Kid Taehyung: Yes.

6:13 PM

Mrs. Kim: (serving dinner at the table) Appa said this will be the last night he works late this week.

Small Kid Taehyung: But he always says that.

Mrs. Kim: (a little disheartened) I know. But he has a very important job that helps people, so he has to work hard sometimes. He misses you very much when he doesn’t see you.

Small Kid Taehyung: (thoughtfully) Me too.

Mrs. Kim smiles at him sadly before going back into the kitchen to get the next dish.

Medium Kid Namjoon: (reaching for some fish sauce, fingertips nudging the nozzle and pushing bottle almost to where it spills, but---)

Big Kid Jin: Wait, wait, wait, hyung will do it.

He looks over to Small Kid Taehyung.

Big Kid Jin: (animatedly, dripping the sauce into Medium Kid Namjoon’s food) Plop! Plop! Plop!

Small Kid Taehyung laughs, and Medium Kid Namjoon smiles.

Small Kid Taehyung: Plop plop plop!

Big Kid Jin: Right! Plop! Plop! Plop!

Small Kid Taehyung: What’s plopplopplop mean?

Medium Kid Namjoon: It’s what Appa says when he puts sauces into stuff.

Small Kid Taehyung: (reaching for the bottle of fish sauce) Plop plop plop!

Big Kid Jin: (angling to put sauce in Taehyung’s food) OK, you say the plop plop plops, and hyung will do the bottle.

Small Kid Taehyung: (laughing as Jin pours and Namjoon looks on) Plop! Plop! Plop!

Bedtime.

Big Kid Jin and Small Kid Taehyung look at each other in the mirror as they brush their teeth.

Small Kid Taehyung: (whines)

Big Kid Jin rolls his eyes. Boots is sitting on the sink. Big Kid Jin has agreed to brush Boots’ teeth as well, so that the three of them can brush their teeth together. Big Kid Jin resumes brushing.

Big Kid Jin walks past Medium Kid Namjoon’s room and sees that he’s fallen asleep while reading in bed with his lights on again. Jin gently pulls the book from Namjoon’s hands, covers him with his blanket, and then leaves, turning the lights out and closing the door behind him.

Mrs. Kim is tucking Big Kid Jin into bed and kissing him on the forehead.

Big Kid Jin: Is Appa home?

Mrs. Kim: Yes, he’s just having some dinner. (smiling) Alright. What book shall we read tonight?

Big Kid Jin: (eyes blinking at different rates) I’m sleepy. I think just night-night, Eomma.

Mrs. Kim: (frowning) What’s wrong? Are you sick? (pulls Jin’s forehead back to her lips, then cheek, startling him) You don’t feel warm. Why are you so tired?

Big Kid Jin: (lies back down) I just get tired sometimes.

Mrs. Kim: Of course. We all do, especially at the end of a long day.

Big Kid Jin: Like it’s hard to be Appa, working late.

Mrs. Kim: (heart swelling with pride) That’s true.

Big Kid Jin: Hard to be Eomma. Teaching. And cooking.

Mrs. Kim: We all have our different kinds of roles in the family. It’s my and Appa’s job to go to work and make money that we need. It’s Taehyungie’s job to be a good boy and behave in school. It’s Namjoonie’s job to pay attention to his studies and mind his manners. And you have the biggest job: doing all those things, plus watching over them.

Big Kid Jin: (weary) The biggest job for the biggest hyung.

Mrs. Kim: I don’t think that’s who you are.

Big Kid Jin smiles as Mrs. Kim nestles into him, kissing him and tickling him a little bit.

Mrs. Kim: Who are you?

Big Kid Jin: Eomma!

Mrs. Kim: Who are you??

Big Kid Jin: I’m the best biggest hyung in the world!

Mrs. Kim: (smiling) That’s right.

And then, faintly, from the kitchen.

Mr. Kim: Plop! Plop! Plop!

Read A Map of Mrs. Kims / AMOMK here!

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ladyswillmart · 5 months

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"Do you know where this leads to?"

Nobody seemed keen to answer him at all. Geno muttered on, more to himself:

"Looks like Exor was indeed the contact between the two worlds..."

"Worlds?" Mallow piped up. "You mean, like, levels...? Is this the Minus World?"

"Minus World?"

"Yeah! I guess it's kinda this urban legend in the Mushroom Kingdom, but they say if you go down a pipe after kinda like, jumping through a wall backwards at a really specific angle—"

—while Mario bobbled into the air, arm held high, as if agreeing with Mallow's farfetched tale hearkening back to the days of 8 bits and all their strange limitations.

Geno looked nonplussed. "Huh? Are you alright? You didn't hit your head in that fall, did you?"

"Nah," said Mallow. "I'm okay. I'm pretty springy today."

"Oh. Well, maybe I hit mine..." Geno gave his own head a good shake and resumed. "No, this is another planet, far, far from your own. A dead star..."

Bowser folded his arms and sneered. "No kidding! Heh. Place looks deader than the Goom-Bar on a Tuesday night. And take it from me, that's pretty darn dead."

It's because Tuesday nights were "Boo-gie Nights" at the Goom-Bar, when all Boos could get in with no cover charge plus free cocktails from 9 to midnight. However, Bowser would choose to elide this minor detail from the narrative, as Geno looked dumbfounded enough already and there were more pressing matters at hand beyond attempting to explain the sophisticated concept of "if it's being offered for free then you're the product" to an extraterrestrial who surely knew nothing of such diabolical schemes.

In reality, Geno was more worldly-wise than any of the others realized, having visited their planet many times before in the past albeit in a litany of different forms. For example, his most recent stint saw him occupying the body of a little windmill at a miniature golf course. And to put it politely, a little windmill at a miniature golf course sees many, many, many things it can never ever unsee...

Geno would choose to elide this minor detail from the narrative.

"I'll take your word for it," he said. "As for this place, nothing grows here. Hardly anything even lives here save for the 'meebas. No flowers, no trees, no princesses or plumbers or cloud folks or turtles. Not anymore, anyway—Smithy saw to that. This is his home. Well, his corporate headquarters, at least..."

"Oh my!" Peach cupped her hands over her heart. "Do you think this terrible place is what our world will become if we don't stop Smithy?"

"Aw, c'mon! It's not that bad, Princess," remarked Bowser. "Kinda reminds me of your daddy's Toadstool Turnpike! Rush hour traffic, minus all the cars." He sniffed the air. "Smells a lot worse though."

Mallow scrunched up his entire face, such that it seemed to disappear into the voluminous folds of his body. "I'm scared! I want to go home!" came a muffled wail from deep within.

"Yeah yeah, you and me both!" Bowser rolled his eyes; in a final flourish of frustration, he turned towards Geno and stopped just short of ripping the wooden curls off his head. "Gwah! I'm not gettin' dragged another inch on this stupid chase of yours, Timbertoes. Look, I already got what I wanted out of your trip for biscuits, and if you wanna storm HQ and seize the means of production from some outer space creator god with a few screws loose, I say that's between you and..." he struggled, "...you! C'mon guys! Let's go rebuild my castle! Oh, and ladies first!"

He graciously stepped aside and gestured towards the Exit Spring, but Peach didn't budge.

"You do you, Bowser. I'm staying with Geno," she duly informed him, pointing her nose up and away, towards the sky, instantly regretting this (and perhaps—just a little—her own hasty affirmation) when the perfume of machine grease and sulfur dioxide and other assorted volatile organic compounds filled her nostrils...

#super mario rpg #super mario rpg spoilers #oh no we're really in it now aren't we

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puella-peanut · 1 year

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Double, double, toil and trouble

Written for the @allvalley100 Word Drabble Challenge. This time it was "Bleep.”

This is my third fill

Note: So...instead of uploading this in 10 different 100-word parts, I put them all together here as a sequence of drabbles divided into 100-word sections (yes, they're counted.). Hopefully that's okay.

...

As they were a powerful Mundane family, the Silvers were sometimes victims of spiteful Magik. Which was why, one day, little Terry found himself making a visit to Daniel, the young Witch-in-training who lived in a nearby cottage.

"Cat got your tongue, huh?" said Daniel kindly, lifting him to sit on a wobbly, three-legged stool while Terry nodded, unable to speak from the gesture—and the spell, of course.

"No worries," Daniel said, pulling a fat spellbook from a shelf lined with bottles of colorful, bubbly potions, "my Teacher taught me just the thing that’s gonna lift the Bleep enchantment!"

...

He flipped through the yellowed pages quickly, mumbling to himself as his finger ran down pages of strange symbols, searching. Terry watched every movement eagerly, his big blue eyes missing nothing from the pointy black hat, to the red sash on the narrow waist; the rabbit teeth of that grin, the messy bangs that fell across the forehead.

"Ah-ha!" Daniel exclaimed triumphantly, jolting Terry from his observations, "Found it! I knew two spotted-toadstools were needed for the potion."

Terry blinked, somewhat apprehensive. Toadstools?

Daniel saw his face and laughed, ruffling Terry’s curls. “Don’t worry, Master Silver—you’re in good hands!”

...

He hurried to the cauldron on the stove, leaving Terry missing the warmth of his hand.

But he watched, enthralled, as Daniel cast blue-fire into life under the cauldron with a wave of his hand. Then, he began deftly tossing an odd mixture of root vegetables, dried flowers, spoonfuls of lumpy, clear, and steaming potions, and yes, two spotted-toadstools in. It changed colors like a chameleon before settling on a cheerful yellow.

And was that...humming?

"It's a noisy potion," Daniel said, before Terry asked, “since it restores the voice." He ladled some into a goblet. “Now...are you ready?”

...

He handed Terry the goblet, humming intensifying—the sound strangely pleasing to the ear.

"You need to drink it all," Daniel said, hands on hips. "While it's still piping hot," he added pointedly, sensing Terry's hesitation.

Terry scrunched his nose despite the nice smell, looked into dark eyes for what might be the last time—and downed it. There was the strangest sensation of potion bouncing down his throat, like it was bumping the other spell away—far from his body. He coughed.

Daniel stepped in close, hands on Terry's small shoulders. "Are you alright, Master Silver?" he asked anxiously.

...

Terry took a deep breath, his throat suddenly light, as if a great weight had been lifted. "...Y-yes. I'm alright."

Daniel grinned, stepping back and clapping his hands together in delight. "I knew it! Just wait till I tell Mr. Miyagi!" Then his gaze softened. "It's good to hear you speak again—I missed the sound!"

Terry felt his breath catch. For a moment, he was speechless, his voice stolen from him again. But as Daniel lifted him from the stool once more to stand, Terry thought he wouldn't be mad.

(Not when the cause was a thief like this.)

...

Daniel adjusted his pointy hat, which had gotten upset in his excitement. Then he grabbed parchment and a self-writing quill, and hastily dictated a note, the quill scribbling furiously.

"Give this to your parents," Daniel said, rollling up the paper when he finished. "And don't forget—keep a raven's feather under your bed until the next full moon, and then burn it. That'll keep any sore-throats away for three months!"

He smiled down at Terry. "Any questions?"

Terry pulled the coins his father had provided from his trouser pocket. "How much?"

"For you?" Daniel fondly replied, “It's on the house!"

...

There was no point changing Daniel's mind—he was such a stubborn thing. Terry just returned the coins to his pocket, wishing they'd been taken. Or that Daniel had wanted...something.

He wondered what sort of things Daniel liked, anyways. Maybe he'd ask John, his best friend. He was a poverty ridden Mundane boy his age who was always saving his hard-got coins to one day buy Betsy—the young Magik girl whose parents owned the enchanted fabric shop in Town—something pretty. Someday.

Daniel handed him a raven’s feather with a dimpled smile, fingers accidentally brushing Terry’s.

Someday, indeed.

...

"Now," Daniel said, navigating Terry through stacks of spellbooks, jars of potions, plants, pickled-vegetables, scrolls of parchment and numerous ink-spots to the door, "try and stay out of trouble, okay?"

"I do," Terry insisted, "but enchantments find me!" It was true—Magik simply followed him around like a second shadow. Mostly it was just annoying, like when that mini rain cloud had floated over his head for two days, depositing raindrops at the most inopportune moments—but every now and then he could use it to his advantage.

He grinned as they reached the entryway.

Yes—it was worth it.

...

Daniel waved his hand at the door which opened with an actual snarl. He rolled his eyes. "Great, now I gotta make a potion for this." He mumbled to himself about the pros and cons of enchanted wood before stepping aside to let Terry out, the boy blinking in the orange light of the setting suns, purple stars already rising.

"You’d better hurry home," Daniel said, leaning against the door which snarled again. He ignored it. “Don’t want any night-fairies serenading you!”

”Thanks for the potion,” Terry said stepping onto the path. “And—goodnight.”

Daniel smiled, soft and warm. “Goodnight.”

...

Terry took his time walking back home—serenading-fairies or not.

Only Margaret and Milos would be there—his parents likely attending another Mundane Gala. All that was waiting for him was supper, and a half-completed essay on the historic Pixie Plague of 1918.

He fingered the scroll in his pocket, feeling the feather tucked there—he'd place it under his bed as soon as he returned, and then daydream about the warmth of slim hands, and dark eyes looking down at him.

(One day, they'd look up at him.)

The thought made him smile—he couldn't wait to grow up.

...

Went off the rails a bit with this "magik" AU. It's one-sided only, as Terry is roughly around 10 here, and Daniel 18. Poor Terry will be pining for a while I think.

#silverusso #terry silver #daniel larusso #allvalley100 #the karate kid #cobra kai #in which i chase paper cuts #sweep the leg

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