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purrpletiger · 8 months

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FRESH DRAWING GUIDE:

Hello everybody, I've come to give you all this absurd reference guide for drawing Fresh. yep. I decided to spend hours slapping this together.

If I got anything wrong or should add anything PLEEEASE lemme know! All ideas welcome!

If you want to see my "research" on this character, let me know in the replies, because there's so much to talk about with him and I'd love to do a character analysis or two, I couldn't put much about his personality or source posts in this because it's just a drawing guide!

Link to all the full images

Transcript and close-ups of the text on the image: (May be in a strange order)

Fresh was created by @loverofpiggies (CQ)

Main Outfit:

YOLO sunglasses

Backwards propeller cap

Pink Polo shirt

Crayola Jacket

Gold Tooth

SWAG fannypack

Convertible Zip-off pants

White Heelie shoes

Pink socks

He has thick eyebrows to emote! (The eyebrows are usually depicted with black hair but one human design has eyebrows that match the pink hair color!)

The bag says SWAG on it

His glasses say YOLO by default, but the letters can magically change mid-scene...

this design for Fresh is Tall, we dunno how tall but taller than CQ's Sans characters (or just Geno since he's literally sans undertale with some added steps). But his height is just his host's height sooo it can vary.

those (cyan and yellow) shoe details are on the innerside but not outerside

HE HAS HEELIES!

Pink glove cuffs!

his skateboard is inconsistent dont worry about it

Glasses Off:

The host's soul shows up in their left eyesocket

- The soul tends to look unstable (cracks & a sortve stroboscopic effect.. i couldn't think of a better word.) but not in some cases...

It doesn't have to be a white upside-down heart, that's just a reference to an undertale monster soul.

He has a purple substance full of little RADs that emanate from his eyesockets (when his sunglasses are off)

"The soul in Fresh's eyes CAN be cracked. That soul isn't his. it belongs to his host. And.... after a while.... things go bad for the host, and he needs a new one." -CQ

(example of soul with unstable effect with no cracks) (example of soul with cracks but lacking the effect)

The purple aura(?) can glow and emanate from the eyes when his glasses are on too

i miss this one design specifically. the colors and the SK8 OR B SK8 shirt were peak

I miss the SWAG necklace...

Fresh leaves a rainbow cloud of smoke when he "poofs". Either teleporting him and his host body somewhere or leaving his host behind.

Human Designs:

Fresh can possess humans too.

They all look physically different because they're different people that he's possessing.

Fresh can possess pretty much any body, but I thought I'd show the varied examples of humans anyway

Don't forget the orange jacket flaps! or his hat propeller!

I dunno what's up with the multicolor tongue thing. I think it was extra parasites in the host's mouth? I feel like it was scrapped at some point... but I could be wrong

FURBIES!:

Oh yeah, he also does this: (no image for the bat tho)

"I mean when he fights he pulls Furbies out of his magical fanny pack. takes out a wiffle bat. and hits the furby at his enemies.

And then the furby explodes in a blaze of glory." -CQ

Despite using some furbies as explosives, he seems to 'care' about and treat these two like precious babies:

This one is potentially named McFreshby The Fresh Furbrah (Fresh is mentioned to have one named that, and this is the only other furby he's been depicted with)

It can also do THIS: (roll its eyes back into a spookier look)

This is DJ FurBs. that's all i know about him

The REAL Parasite:

Fresh is actually this little parasite controlling a host body. (if you didn't know that why are you reading this post rn!?! but nah I love new Fresh fans, welcome!)

The main parasite is this purple one with the eyemouth and four(?) tendrils, the other colored tentacles are prrrobably Fresh's offspring (freshmageddon moment?) (I'm not actually sure, I'm just pretty sure they're not part of the main parasite but are parasite tentacles)

You can also see Fresh's five or more purple tendrils here stretching out all over his host's body

All art from CrayonQueen/@loverofpiggies

Reference guide made by PurrpleParrasite/@purrpletiger

pls suggest changes or additions if u have ideas!

That's all!

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pinkwright · 1 year

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need u on my skin like closure, baby | shuri udaku.

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pairing — college!shuri x college!y/n

trope — exes 2 friends 2 lovers

inspo — anya mmiri by ckay ft. pinkpantheress

warnings — fingering (reader receiving), dom!shuri, humiliation kink, erm dumbification (listen..), possessive!shuri, protective!shuri, shuri is touchy, kissing, overstimulation, its long my bad, reader is easily embarrassed, tensionnn, shuris mean n condescending but so in love, reader is bratty for like two seconds, jealous!shuri, dacryphilia, dirty talk, degradation but like its like praise coded, praise, reader gets rlly subby (poor baby) but not crazily so like subspace, i think that's it but i honestly don't know.

a/n — i wrote this pretty quickly actually n was initially gonna post for valentines but bc i'm drowning in ideas rn it doesnt rlly matter so, i hope u enjoy it ! girl i won't lie writing this had me a bit breathy LMFAO so if there r any errors that's my bad but u know why. im a miniskirt kinda gal so this is what i imagine reader wearing to the party while this is what i imagine shuri in (4th)— u can obvi imagine what u want.

⟢˚ @mbakuetshurisprincess @inmyheadimobsessed @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @saintwrld

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confusion, confusion, it's life, and illusion. you’re with me right now, next thing you're gone. but i need you on my skin closure, like closure, baby.

the music blasts through your ears, the steady vibrations stimulating you sufficiently, working well in keeping you from getting distracted from the current art piece you worked on. the world around you seemed muted as the tones of green, brown, and orange danced across your canvas, the oil paint was firm but still allowed room for error, encouraging it even – your favourite medium for that reason.

a slow succession of knocks sound under the thump of your music, the door to your studio opening and closing with two soft clicks, the person not making themselves known to you. though, a smile creeps on your lips – having recognised the knocking pattern, “by now you should know that creeping up on me after you’ve knocked is futile, right?” your hand reaching towards your stereo to lower the piercing volume.

you place your palette on the covered table to your side, the dirty paintbrush following suit as you stand to turn to face her, your arms lift into a stretch then fall to fix the unruly bun of the lace on your head as you finally set your gaze on her. she’s standing in the doorway, her hands buried in the pockets of her baggy black sweatpants, a matching oversized black hoodie sitting on her torso, the accents of dark purple shifting as she lifts her hands into surrender, and there’s mischief dancing in her eyes.

“i will never understand how you do that when i quite literally have the stealth of a panther.”

she’s smiling at you as she speaks, her voice is playful and light as you begin to pack up your belongings, “i don’t know, your majesty. maybe, just maybe, the deadly black panther has met her match.” you’re giggling as you say it, unaware of the inner turmoil you’ve thrown shuri in to.

the air quietens down as you raise your eyes to look at her, your sweep of the room to make sure it’s presentable for your arrival tomorrow complete, and you seem to realise what has transpired, what you insinuated. shuri’s gazing at you with a deep but unreadable expression, one that has you averting your eyes over an awkward chuckle as you walk towards her.

“that, she has.” her voice is deep, and serious, as it slithers up your body, wafting with your intake of breath to settle in the depths of your lungs. her words carry a depth you’re familiar with, or at least, were familiar with, one that spoke of her devotion to you, her love and respect for you, her desires and promises to make you, her queen.

you clear your throat before moving around her tall frame to step out of the small, now tense, space. your heart flutters as she quickly reaches out to open the door for you, her cologne permeating your psyche as it washes over you – jasmine and warm musk on top of cedar and bourbon vanilla, all wrapped within the sensual flamboyancy of roses.

you walk to the elevator and step into the space, the music is soothing as you sigh out and drop your head side to side in a stretch, you had been sat unmoving for a long period of time, “i always tell you to take stretching breaks to ease the strain on your body.” shuri’s voice is teasing but you can hear the firmness floating through the crevices of it. your eyes reach to look up at her, your lips parting on a snarky remark, but the ding of a stop on another floor has you pausing; then there are two things happening simultaneously.

firstly, a group of college boys is stepping into the small space and, secondly, shuri’s reaching both her hands to rest firmly on the skin of either of your shoulders, slightly pressing against you to shift your body away from the rowdy boys, guiding you to face slightly away from them, as she steps forward to press against you, giving the one that was nearest to you a curt but taunting smile, as if she’s daring them to touch you.

the action is so swift and so instinctive that it’s over before you even get to blink twice, but it wakes up your aching body, provoking it into calling out for her. you feel its call in the warmth pulsing through you, the sweep of your stomach, and the racing of your heart. her head dips to where her soft curls skim the skin of your collarbone, her nose barely brushing against the arch of your neck, and your head is tilting slightly for her, your body reacts before your mind can process, clearly yearning for her closeness.

“what were you saying, s’thandwa?”

she breathes the words into your skin, her hands squeezing your shoulders before they’re slipping down your arms and coming to rest on the heated skin of your waist, pulling you into her so her chest presses against the length of your back; and you’re embarrassed. you can feel the rapid glances of the others beside you, though their conversation never ceases, and you know that shuri’s doing this on purpose. she knows that no matter how much you deny it, your body vibrates with the idea of her possessing you like this, owning you where there’s nothing to shield the clench of your thighs from prying eyes; she knows you bask in the humiliation of it.

you shake your head to clear your thoughts, “it’s fine, it wasn’t important.” you almost flinch when you hear how breathy your voice sounds, the heat rising to your face but moving to settle in the pit of your stomach. shuri’s chuckle is taunting as she breathes you in, her head dropping slightly and you can feel her lips curling as she skims a phantom kiss on your sweet skin, and you swear when your head clears, you’re going to kill shuri udaku.

the doors ring open to the ground floor and shuri guides your body out, no longer pressed against you as she takes to wrapping her arm around your shoulder and your head finally clears. “you are such a fucking ass, actually,” her boisterous laugh is cutting you off as she turns to look down at you, amusement dancing in her eyes.

“looking out for you is being an ass, my love?” she teases. your eyes roll as you throw her arm off of you, her laugh only intensifying as she brings her hands to clap obnoxiously. the muscles of your heart seize as you regard her, you love her so much, why’d she have to confuse you like this?

“shut the fuck up, i’ll see you tonight.” you try to look annoyed, but a series of giggles are escaping you as you walk away, your apartment only a block away. you’re adjusting the bag on your shoulder when shuri’s voice rings out in agreement, her laugh quelling as she watches you go, a sigh taking its place as the longing grips her once again.

⤠

you roll your lips to spread your lipgloss and reach to put the tube in the black bag you decided to carry tonight, rocking your hips to the beat of baby boy reverbarating through the walls of your apartment as you deem yourself ready. you spin your back to the mirror, your eyes sliding to gaze over your shoulder as you give yourself a once over, the length of your skirt was daring, provocative, just how you liked it.

the knocking at your door has you grabbing your bag and ruffling out your hair, allowing the bangs to frame your face cheekily because you know shuri likes it when you look a little bit of a mess for her, not that you wanted to look good for her or anything along those lines. the door swings open, your previous smile dropping as you lay your eyes on her, sweeping your gaze down her lithe frame as your glossy lips part, she needed you bad; shuri’s doing the same, her tongue coming out to lick her lips as her dark eyes burn into the skin of your legs, she had always been a leg girl.

your eyes snap up at the clearing of her throat, and she’s smirking at you before leaning into your space, her arms wrapping slowly around your waist, pressing you against her firmly as she brings her lips to your ear, “bast, you’re killing me, baby.”

the words end with a grunt as she slips one of her hands down your hips to play with the hem of your skirt, “this fucking skirt, you’re a little slut for attention, hm.” her voice is soft and cooing like she’s praising you, and her fingers grazing the skin of your thigh paired with the tenderness of her tone coaxes you into accepting the praise.

you let out a low whimper, the heat of your core bringing you to clench your thighs slightly, shuri chuckles condescendingly before pulling away, lifting your hand to her lips to graze your knuckles before she’s pulling you away, guiding you to her car. the ride is a short but electrified one, god what kind of exes slash friends were you?

the party is in full blast by the time you two arrive, music blasting through the house and flowing into both the back and front yards, you could feel the vibrations settle in the marrow of your bones as you make your way inside, still being guided by shuri. she moves through the crowd just like a panther; gracefully, instinctively, moving with the aura of the apex predator she was, she greets people as she enters the kitchen, using the grip on your hand to seat you on an empty barstool before she starts to prepare some drinks for you.

you’re joined by some of your friends, and soon you’re laughing, enjoying the party and the sweet drink shuri had prepared for you, before you feel like dancing. you hold one of your friend’s hands as you go to dance, letting go of the overbearing stress you carried, letting the music caress the heat of your skin. you feel her eyes watching you, feel them heavily sliding down the length of your moving body and it exhilarates you. you open your eyes and just as you meet her gaze, a body presses itself against you, much like she had earlier, and her gaze is darkening.

the intensity of it shocks you but lulls the bratty side of you forward, calling you to make her move, make her claim you again. the thought excites you enough to bring your hand to guide the strangers to rest on the material covering your ribs, your lips twitching in amusement when you see her eyes drop to sneer at the touch.

that’s it, come to me. the vixen in you is cunning, luring her lover to her with tactics she knows shuri will concur to, tactics she knows will break the regal patience of the queen.

but shuri simply raises a manicured brow, her lips lifting into a smirk as she sweeps her eyes over your frame and she’s leaning forward against the marble countertops before tilting her head at you. you know that look, and so does your body, seeing as it instinctively clenches with a fire so deep it licks at the jagged edges of your ribs, sinking into the space between your legs.

she barely lifts her hand, her fingers moving to call you to her and you’re moving without thinking, like a prey to its predator, and you’re soothed by a false sense of security when she allows you to place your hand in hers so she can gently pull you towards her and whisper directly into your ear, “i don’t know who made you think you run shit, s’thandwa, but i know you need me to fix that for you, right?”

the shiver that wrecks through your body is instant and you’re nodding before you can comprehend, your breath hitching when you feel her pull you through the crowd, you were in for it. the lock of the bathroom door barely clicks before one of shuri’s hands grabs both of your wrists to press against the wood while the other pushes your hips against the surface.

there’s a pause, “i need to hear you to tell me you want this baby, that you want me.” her voice is strained like she’s holding back.

“please, please, shuri, i need it, need you, always.”

the whine barely escapes you before she’s letting out a tortured groan and pressing against you, her hand sliding down your hip, roughly pushing the hem of your skirt up, and pressing over the front of your damp underwear. your hips stutter as she presses against your clit, your lips parting as you moan out, hearing her groan into the curve of your neck, her lips pressing heated kisses along the length of it, “barely touched you and you’re this wet for me, baby? my pretty pussy’s crying for me, isn’t she?”

her voice is pulling you into the state only she can pull you into, where your mind is only occupied with her, and it’s hard to think, to breathe, to exist beyond her. her fingers trace slow circles over your underwear, your hips swirling to match the movements, and she’s laughing at you. lifting her lips to slide over your cheekbone and press against your temple as she increases the pace of her fingers.

“my desperate fucking girl. you want to come in these pretty lace panties?”

your hips buck wildly as you gasp, your head spinning as you whimper out her name, over and over again, a series of pleads falling from your lips. the way she’s talking to you with that lilt in her voice like you were just a girl to be scolded, a girl to be humiliated until you learned, learned what being hers meant. she’s speaking words to you, wanting you to gaze into those eyes while she touches what’s hers.

you feel the wave cresting, your stomach clenching as you practically squeal out her name, your hips gyrating frantically in time with her hand, your hands are clenching, your arms still held above your head, wanting to grab something to ground you, wanting to touch her to ground you. she coos at you, murmuring about her, “pretty sweet thing coming so good for her.”

your heart rate doesn’t get the chance to slow as you feel her hand slip into your now-soaked, underwear, your hips bucking violently as she grazes her slender fingers across your sensitive clit, and your eyes are widening as you lift your gaze to find hers already on you, “had enough, angel? i don’t think you have.” her voice is taunting, her eyes holding a fire that burns your insides.

your mouth drops open, your gaze unable to move from hers as she slides her fingers to your entrance circling around the opening as she groans deep in her throat, “bast, you were made for me, my love, made to take me?” her finger slips in slightly as she curls her tongue around ‘take’ and you’re chasing her fingers, she’s being so mean.

you tense as she finally slips her finger into the warmth of your walls, a satisfying moan slips from your mouth as she begins to gently thrust in and out of you, her fingers dragging against you, just the way she knows you love. she’s smirking against your cheek as you unabashedly moan out repeatedly, thumb coming to circle your clit as you shut your eyes. the tears are gathering on your lashes as you’re whimpering out.

“there’s my pretty baby’s tears.” her voice is dark, menacingly dragging out the words. “couldn’t have my pretty pussy crying by herself tonight, hm.” the words render you dumb before her fingers glide firmly against that rough patch inside you and you’re clenching so hard that it drags her fingers deeper into you, your legs trembling, your body solely held up by shuri’s hold on your wrists. and you still long enough for her to mutter out a ‘that’s it, angel.’ before you’re exploding again.

the tears are clinging to your lashes as you see flashes of colour behind your eyelids, your breath coming out in pants as you stutter your hips to the soothing slow of shuri’s lithe fingers, she’s using the hand holding your wrist to lower your arms to rest around her shoulders, her arms then coming to the back of your thighs to gently lift you on to the sink.

you feel her lift your chin, her lips approaching yours before she pauses, “you’re mine, right. my precious love, hm?” her voice is raspy. you nod eagerly, tightening your arms around her neck, whining for that kiss. she smirks as she leans in, placing her lips against your own softly but with a little desperation, the slide of your lips is a back-and-forth pull of your love, a love song duet, a devotion of walking into what will be.

the panther’s sly hands skim up your still quivering thighs fiddling with the band of your underwear, pausing, before she’s ripping them off. the gasp you release into her mouth is sharp but as you go to pull away, she doesn’t let you, her mouth slipping against yours felt like an addiction. both her hands slip along your inner thigh making their way to your dripping cunt.

her lips separate from yours when the tips of her fingers graze your folds and you thrash so wildly, she has to reach a hand to your hip to still you, a grunt slipping passed her mouth at the action, you were so sensitive, it made her feral. her eyes lift to your shut ones as she glides her fingers over your clit, your head frantically shaking, “you don’t want more, my love?”

her voice wisps through the clouds in your mind, “c-cant…please” you force out pathetically on a whimper, her fingers circling your clenching entrance, “i know, baby, i know.” she’s speaking gently to you, lovingly, “but you’re mine, yes? mine to love, mine to make come as i please? isn’t that right, honey?” and you’re nodding frantically.

“then i want you to get off on my thigh like the desperate girl you are, sweetheart.”

her voice is the only thing you can fathom, and it has you craving for more, inviting her into you and it almost makes shuri preen – you’re so open to her, settling into her embrace as if you trusted her more than yourself, it makes her soaking pussy clench tight around nothing, in a way only you could make her. her thigh presses between your legs and your muscles tremble around the strong muscle, her hand slips around your throat, squeezing gently as she guides your eyes to hers, and she gazes at you so deeply, it makes you squirm.

shuri’s watching you struggle against her thigh, her lips lifting into a condescending smirk that forces you to shut your eyes and let out a lengthy, needy whine before she uses her free hand to grip your waist and harshly slide you against her.

“dumb baby needs me to do everything for her?”

the moans you’re sobbing out sharply slice through the air, and you feel filthy, crying out for her while she drags you against her thigh like a desperate slut. you’re hiccupping on your tears as she continues to coo at you, walking you to your demise and you can feel it, your heartbeat pulsing through your desperate clenching walls.

her head is nodding along with yours, your eyes unable to separate from hers, and she’s groaning along to your cries, asking if you want it enough if you’re desperate enough for her. she leans in to press a tender peck to your lips that you can’t reciprocate, “that’s it, my angel, give me that come.”

then your body is convulsing so violently, shuri has to press the length of her body against you to prevent you from slipping off of the sink she has you sat on, her head sinking to your neck to shower you in praises and remind you how good you were for her, how much she loves you, how pretty you are when you cry for her. your tears are hot on your cheeks as you soak her thigh, and you’re heaving as your eyelashes cling to one another, the mascara smeared along your waterline - you looked ruined.

shuri regards you with a tenderness that sends you spiralling, she reaches her hand to brush along your wet cheeks before following the trail with her warm lips, exhaling her love into your skin, reminding you how much her heart belonged to you too. her lips meet yours in a soft press and she sighs as she pulls you against her body to ground herself.

she could feel her heart clench with the force of her love for you, she was never going to let you go again.

how could i forget you? when you build house for my mind? and you no go, go outside and you no go, go. i miss me and you. but all i have is memories of you. but that just wont do tonight.

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#pinkwrighting ⊹ ۪ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ.#shuri x black!reader #shuri udaku #letitia wright #black panther #shuri x reader #black panther wakanda forever #shuri angst #shuri smut #shuri fluff #shuri imagine #shuri x you

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radicallxser · 3 months

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fortnite rocket league got me feeling some type of way rn

The air of the car is sweltering, your sweaty palms grip the steering wheel with white knuckles.

Your visor is lit up in a default blue color, the race countdown ticks down to the side. You can see a small cam shot of your car, the paint is chipped and the exhaust pipe is glowing a bright orange.

The damn thing looks like a death trap on wheels.

The countdown ticks even further down, now covering the entire screen of your visor. The bright red letters pass by all too quickly, you can hear the crowd counting down outside.

Your heads swims and your body feels like its on fire.

You squeeze your eyes shut, tightening your grip on the wheel.

5, In.

4, Hold.

3, Out.

2, Open.

1, Gas.

Your car flies away from the starting line. A hideous growl leaves the engine, so loud you can hear it over the obnoxiously loud music blasting into your ears.

The world darkens when you enter a tunnel on the track, a purple car ramps up the wall and Boosts from the ceiling.

An all too familiar purple.

A different car ramps your left, and suddenly your spinning.

Quickly straightening up and ignoring the headlight now being crushed under other tires, you press your foot to the pedal, pressing as hard as the damn thing will go.

The car shakes beneath you as you tear past the other players.

The numbers continue to climb as you drift into another lap. You move slowly up the ranks, your numbers climbing on your visor.

Go.

Your brakes fail the moment you need them.

The person in front of you brake checks, and you move to swerve. Another car collides with yours, lurching you forward. You spin again, then finally the car stops.

Your visor lights up red with 'disqualified' taking up the rest of it.

You lean your head against the steering wheel, tears mixing with beads of sweat rolling down your face.

There's a commotion outside, and you see people being pulled out of there cars.

A figure, dressed in an all purple racing suit starts approaching you. You watch them leap over cars and debris, then sock another another racer hard in the jaw.

You watch the punched racer fall to the ground, then the purple clad racer starts towards you in a jog, shifting into a sprint.

Your savior in purple finally reaches you, ripping your car door off like its nothing.

Then undo your seatbelt so gently for someone who can tear apart cars. They take you into their arms, pulling the helmet off your head.

Your eyes meet the mismatched gaze of Donatello Hamato's. He brushes the hair out of your face, looking you over.

"Those idiots! Look what they did do you...Oh, darling.."

He thumb brushes against your cheeks slowly, inspecting the scrapes and bruises.

"Come on, love. We need to get you patched up..."

He lifts you, pressing your face into his chest and carrying you away from the debris.

Never would you ever have thought you'd be so happy to see your ex highschool sweetheart but apparently God hates you.

#vee writes #donatello x reader #yandere donatello #yandere rottmnt #yandere future donnie #donnie x reader #rottmnt x reader #yandere rottmnt donnie #future donnie x reader #racing au

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adrift-in-thyme · 10 days

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I've got so many wips rn and what do I do? Start something new. I'm hopeless. But how am I supposed to resist the chance to write more fairy Time? ;)

CW for blood and injury

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He drags himself to the fountain.

The battle would have been difficult for nine heroes. For one — even one as experienced as himself — it had been nearly impossible. A fight hardly even worthy of being called a battle.

No, Time thinks, grim and dizzy, as he digs his fingers into the dirt and attempts to sit up, it had been a pathetic struggle at best. He had barely escaped with his life.

The Shadow, it seems, has a vendetta against him. Not that he doesn’t have one toward all of the Links, but…

Time’s efforts land him back on the ground, shuddering as wet coughs tear through him.

…but it had felt like something beyond his usual distaste for the Heroes of Hyrule. As he had poured monster after monster through those cursed portals, as he had attacked with a sneer on his lips and a glint in his eyes, it had felt personal.

Perhaps, that is not so surprising.

Wavering, Time grits his teeth. Blood trails down his chin. Its warmth is in stark contrast with the icy chill that has taken root in his bones.

The Shadow’s sentiments hardly matter right now. It is not as though he could decipher them correctly if he wanted to.

His thoughts are scattered and panicked, his body failing, his vision going gray. He is mere inches away from salvation, from safety, and his time is running out.

Another stab of pain imprisons him in its steely grip. A muffled cry breaks through his tightly closed lips. His vision whites out for a moment, before returning fuzzy and distorted.

Desperately, he reaches out. Trembling fingers slip, slick with blood and monster gore. He collapses with a small splash.

The effect of the sacred water is instant. A ripple of magic runs through him, warm like a blanket and sweet like the sugar water he offers in hopes of regaining his fairy. In the next second, wings unfold from his back, his body shrinking to fit them.

He slips fully into the embrace of the shallow waters.

Time ends up on his side, liquid seeping in through the chinks in his armor and beading upon his wings. He blinks, slow and agonizing, trying to drag himself back to some semblance of awareness. But whatever delirious strength had born him here has fled and taken everything with it.

The water flows around him, glittering and cool. Gently, it soothes his injuries, carefully, it numbs them. But it’s not enough. He knows that now.

This fountain has been weakened. This fountain has no fairies left — save for himself — to imbue it with blessed strength.

No doubt, the monsters have driven them away. He can feel their distress, can imagine their flight, away from here and the encroaching darkness of evil and night.

Time gazes at the surrounding trees. They are mere shadows now, hazy and grayish. Twilight is long gone, bringing with it its brilliant purples and pinks and oranges. Storm clouds cloak the usual speckling of stars and block out the dismal light of the moon.

Not that Time minds that. Without its depressive glare, he feels calmer.

If he has to fade away, he would rather do so beneath an angry sky, curled in the fountains that have always been his haven, in the form he feels most comfortable in. The form he cannot comprehend, yet treasures all the same.

The waters turn black with his blood, feathery wisps of it floating out and away from him. He watches it with disinterest. Everything feels far away now. Even his need to survive, to return to Malon.

He tries to grasp for it, to bring it back to the forefront of his mind. But his efforts are for naught. And what good would it do him anyway? He is too weak to move. He spent his remaining energy on the desperate gamble of stumbling here. Hoping, praying that the magic he felt calling him was still active. Was still alive.

Something rustles in the bushes. A creature, most likely, scampering about, unperturbed by his wavering presence. He is so small now he would be surprised if anyone could see him. Or hear him.

His blood, however, is another matter altogether. Who knows what beasts have tracked the scent?

He shifts slightly and a groan slips out before he can stop it. It doesn’t matter though. Whatever horrors seek him cannot measure up to the pain he is already enduring. The Shadow has the power to turn one’s own body against them. No wolf or bear has that ability.

Something large and dark emerges from the shadowy foliage. Piercing blue eyes glare into his. Time tries to focus on them, tries to decipher their strange familiarity. But the world seems off-kilter, pain turns everything distant.

I’m sorry, Malon. He thinks as the form moves toward him, looking to his fading eye almost like the clouds that hover above them. I’m sorry that I broke my promise.

And pup…I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.

“Time?” He hears the voice from very, very far away, growled more than spoken, a rumble like thunder before a downpour of rain. It cracks at the end, splintering like his bones when the Shadow had swung his sword too high, too fast for him to evade.

Time wants to drag himself up, wants to comfort this being he is certain he knows. But he lacks the strength to so much as raise a finger.

And when he is lifted with a gentleness he cannot comprehend, when something soft and warm envelopes him, something that murmurs, “safe” in tones he knows — he doesn’t even attempt to break free.

If this is death, it is wonderful. ---------------------------------

He must lose himself soon after that. Because when he opens his eye it is an act of awakening, surfacing from the unfeeling deep.

Time stirs, sighing as that same warmth of before embraces him. The pain that had torn him apart has dulled greatly, leaving behind only a ghost of what it once was. And though he isn’t certain why it’s gone — or even if that is a good omen or bad one — he can’t truly bring himself to care.

He is comfortable here, drifting in this haze of dark, and he doesn’t want to disturb it. It has been so long since he felt like this (perhaps, since the start of the heroes’ journey). It has been so long since he slept, actually slept.

“Old man?”

Something damp and cool nudges at him. His bed of plush fur (fur? His mind questions blearily) quivers at the movement.

“Hey, old man. Can you hear me?”

Time hums, a low sound that grates on his abused throat.

A sigh of relief. His sanctuary shifts again.

“Thank Hylia. I thought we’d…I thought…”

Time frowns. There it is again — that voice he knows, usually so strong and joyful, not shattered like broken panes of glass. The voice that ignites something in him, a protective instinct as strong as he feels toward Malon. The voice that reminds him of their love and the miracle that will come of it.

Reluctantly, he drags his eye open.

At first, he can make out very little. But a few blinks and his vision clears enough that he can see the thick gray fur that surrounds him. He is nestled on Twilight’s back, he realizes, sluggishly, situated so his pup can keep an eye on him, even reach him if he cranes his neck.

Those crystal blue orbs meet his and there is something broken in them. Time has never seen such emotion in a wolf’s eyes before.

“I thought I’d lost you.”

He shouldn’t be able to understand that sorrowful growl, and yet, Time can hear the words as clear as day.

That…is a mystery he will decipher later.

“‘M sorry, pup,” he croaks. His wings flutter gently. “‘M sorry.”

Twilight must have found him lying there in his own blood, hardly clinging to life. To have come upon such a sight…

Guilt wells within him. Time swallows against it.

Twilight shakes his proud head.

“You can’t scare me like that. I can’t even scold ya like you can me.” He narrows his eyes. “Not that that’s gonna stop me from trying.”

Time huffs an attempt at a laugh. “I don’t…don’t doubt that.” He grows somber once more. He feels unconsciousness tugging at him again. But before he falls, he must at least say this. “You saved me. You shouldn’t-shouldn’t have had to. But I thank you for it.”

Twilight gazes at him for a long moment. “Of course. I love you, old man. Malon loves you. I never would’ve left you there. I never even entertained the thought. So, no thanks are necessary.” He cocks his head. “Although, gotta admit I’m a little sore about the fairy secret.”

Time resists the urge to roll his eyes. “You keep your own transformation a secret. Why…why should I not keep mine?”

“Oh, you can keep it from everyone else if you want. Just not from me.”

“What makes you s-so special?”

“I’m your descendant,” Twilight answers drily. “So, how do you do it? This isn’t an after-effect of what they…what happened to you…is it?”

Time shakes his head. “No,” he murmurs, struggling to stay alert. “I’ve always been able to do this.”

Twilight is silent for a moment. Then, “I came across a stray fairy when I was trying to get you back to camp. She was the one who healed you. She called you a child of the fairies. Not ‘brother’ like Hyrule. Their child.”

Time stares dazedly at the shrubbery surrounding them. They have always called him that. Even Tatl had. But hearing it now, from Twilight, raises new questions. Questions he supposes have always been there, hovering in the back of his mind. But that he has never bothered to ponder.

The quiet stretches and Time can’t decide how to break it. So, he merely lets it be and snuggles deeper into Twilight’s fur, suddenly immeasurably grateful that his descendant’s secondary form is a wolf.

Powerful and gentle in equal parts. It fits his pup well.

“But never mind that now,” Twilight says, as though sensing Time’s exhaustion. He sighs. “You need your rest. You comfortable up there, old man?”

Time nods. “Soft,” he mumbles, drowsily.

Twilight nuzzles him again and humor is in the movement.

“Good. Go to sleep then. I’ll watch over you.” His tone grows serious, unyielding. “Nothing will touch you while I’m here.”

A slight smile lifts the edges of Time’s mouth, even as a voice cries out within him, protesting this display of weakness, this terrible burden he has put on his descendant. But he is so, so tired. Too tired to rise and be the stalwart leader he knows he should be.

His wings spread flat upon his back, like a shield. Darkness crowds his vision, numbing his thoughts and weighing down his still-sore limbs.

“Thank you, pup,” he whispers, with what little strength he has left.

He is gone before he can hear Twilight’s reply.

#the ending got unexpectedly soft XD #there's something so good about the leader/parental figure getting cared for #especially by someone they usually care for and protect #also #someday i'm gonna have to write about fairy time falling asleep on twi's head #while he's in hylian form #like the fairies do in game #that would be adorable lol #trin writes #fairy time au #linked universe #linkeduniverse #linkeduniverse fic #lu time #lu twilight #angst #hurt/comfort

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inthevoid999 · 1 year

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I had this idea during Vil's birthday and Leviathan's birthday (Since they share the same birthday. lmao) But it went a bit like this--

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OM!Yuu celebrating Vil's birthday at Pomefiore with everyone there to share their birthday messages with Vil. And Yuu walks over to Rook and Vil,

Yuu- I'm sorry to intrude on your conversation but I must head out already.

Rook- Ah, why must you leave now Trickster? we've only started the birthday bash

Vil- Must you leave so early?

Yuu- Yes- uh- I need to get back to Ramshackle. I am afraid I left something running inside the dorm (Lying obviously)

Vil- If you insist Yuu, Thank you regardless for showing up today :)

Yuu- Ah, Its no problem. Sorry to leave so early.

Rook- Must you leave, it won't be as fun without you here Trickster-

Vil- It's fine, let them leave Rook

Yuu- Ah, well have fun I'll see you guys at school.

Yuu walks away to head back to Ramshackle

Vil- Something is going on with them, they obviously needed to be alone for some time...

Rook- You're right as always Roi Du Poison!

Once Yuu get back to Ramshackle they walked into the kitchen opening the fridge to check for something. a purple cupcake still standing inside the fridge

Yuu- Thankfully Grim didn't eat this.

Yuu pulled the cupcake out of the fridge and walked into the living room and pulled out a small orange birthday candle placed it on top of the purple icing and lit it carefully.

"Sigh- Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday Dear Levi. Happy Birthday to you~ I wish I could celebrate with you, Levi.."

An orange glow came from underneath your clothes as a slight image of the pact mark of Leviathan. Then the candle flame went out by itself while Yuu just stared at the purple cupcake.

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Leviathan was in his room and with it being his birthday refusing to come out of his room unless you were there. Every since you disappeared everyone was a bit gloomy, Leviathan was one of the few that took the worst thinking you left cause you didn't love/like him anymore.

he felt a light feeling dance across his skin, the feeling of a calling it felt so faint. He KNEW it was you, It has to be YOU.

he stood up so quick, he almost lost his balance but regained it by using the wall to hoist himself up, he had to tell his brothers you were still alive. But they just can't reach you. Why can't they reach you?!

Im in school rn lmao might not be the best

#obey me #twisted wonderland #help im in school #changing classes #obey me x twst #twst #twst yuu #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #leviathan obey me #birthday event #headcannons #mlah

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themidnightcrimson · 2 years

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Autumn Love. | e. olsen

summary: in which you and lizzie make the most of the season.

warnings: my intense love for autumn, just pure fluff with a little making out (never hurt anyone), lots of boring purple prose because i want to, let's pretend lizzie doesn't live in cali for just a sec, im sorry to those who don't celebrate halloween or aren't experiencing autumn rn but just let me have my moment please

masterlist.

Summer had come and went. Vacations, press, concerts, and all those lively albeit draining events had filled your summer up until there was nothing left but the slow, cooling draw of late September. Your morning walks with Lizzie, usually filled with sunshine and the glittery voice of chirping birds as the earth warmed up for the day, were now slower and cooler, filled with the beautiful morning fog that flooded in through the changing trees.

Lizzie's hand grasped yours as your boots crunched through the orange and brown leaves on the sidewalk. It was chilly that morning, but crisp. The air felt easier to breathe and nicer on your skin, and the bright green trees had faded into vivid oranges and reds. Both your and Lizzie's other hands were warmed with cups of coffee you had picked up from your favorite local cafe. While you preferred iced coffee year round, today was a hot latte kind of day.

Lizzie's nose was pink from the cooler air, a thick brown scarf situated around her neck as she rambled to you as she usually did, using you as her own walking, talking diary. You enjoyed it and listened attentively as you counted the rogue acorns on the sidewalk as you passed them, noticing a squirrel scramble down from a tree and frenziedly steal an acorn from the path just ahead before scampering away with it bundled in its fat cheek.

You swung Lizzie's slender hand almost childlike as she talked, taking sips of your coffee that was now cool enough to drink. You could still taste pumpkin loaf on your lips that you both had shared from the cafe. Your fingernails were both messily painted a rusty orange because you insisted on having matching autumn-themed nails. Of course, Lizzie's was already chipped because of her mindless nervous habit of picking at them.

Lizzie's brown leather fanny pack was bulging from her collections during your walk. She loved to pick up particularly pretty orange leaves, pine cones, acorns, sticks she found artistic (you didn't really understand how a stick could be artistic), and other hints of nature from the ground to make little bouquets out of. She even had a special bowl that she had made during one of your pottery classes together that she filled up with her seasonal findings. The flowers from spring had all wilted, and you knew once you got home she would fill the decorative dish up with all that she found on your walk.

A breeze flittered through the looming trees, causing their upper leaves to wave like orange hands clapping together. You shivered from the cold, and Lizzie noticed this, taking her hand away from yours to wrap it around your shoulders, tucking you into her side. She was already taller than you, but with her heeled boots you fit perfectly under her arm.

"Are you cold?" she asked you, looking down at you and smiling softly at the way you nuzzled further into her. You nodded, looking up at her to find her red lips close to yours. She leaned down and caught your lips, kissing you softly while still walking. Her oversized black coat warmed you, as well as her soft lips. With both your eyes closed, you both lost balance briefly, walking sideways and having to break the kiss to watch where you were walking, causing you to break out into giggles. The sun peeked out of the bleak clouds, bringing some relief to the chilly wind.

You decided to drop by the farmer's market and see if they had any good pumpkins out, and you gleamed brightly when you saw they had fresh, perfect pumpkins all sitting in a bin. Lizzie helped you claw through the batch to find the biggest, most spotless ones. Only one pumpkin would fit in your mesh bag you always took to the market, so Lizzie offered to carry the other one under her arm. The bag was weighing on your shoulder during the walk back to the car, and Lizzie had to keep switching her heavy pumpkin between her arms, which made you giggle almost all the way back.

Carving the pumpkin would prove much more difficult than picking it out. Later that evening, after Lizzie made her annual chili (you couldn't understand how she could handle how spicy she made her chili), you resolved to carving the damned things. Lizzie seemed slightly unnerved by you wielding a large knife, especially when you stabbed it into the top of the pumpkin and began clumsily cutting the top off, the pumpkin nearly slipping out from under your hands several times. Lizzie would always let out a sigh of relief when she saw you had not maimed yourself before going back to calmly cutting the top of hers off.

Lizzie's curated fall playlist on Spotify lilted through the kitchen. She had set down newspapers on the table to keep from getting the table too messy, but your clumsiness had caused half of the newspapers to slip and fall to the ground.

Once you had finally gotten some traction around cutting the top of the thick pumpkin off, you slipped and almost cut your hand, and by then, Lizzie had enough of watching you nearly cut your arm off.

"Baby," she said, already finished with cutting the top of hers off. She came up behind you, gently snaking her arms around yours and taking the knife out of your hand. "Please let me do this. I don't want your blood to stain the floors."

You rolled your eyes at her excuse, knowing she was actually worried of you accidentally hurting yourself. Huffing, you shuffled to the side and leaned your elbows on the table, watching her roll up the sleeves of her beige cable-knit sweater and get to sawing the pumpkin. Biting her lip, the veins in her hands strained as she wielded the knife. You noticed that her own pumpkin was cut in a neat, perfect circle in the top, while yours was jagged and uneven.

Once Lizzie had seamlessly cut your pumpkin, she reached her hands inside and brought out two handfuls of pumpkin guts, scrunching her nose in disgust before plopping the slimy mess of strings and seeds onto the newspaper. "Ew," she giggled, holding up her messy hands out towards you. "Baby, I want a hug."

You gasped and backed away from her as she started to come closer to you with her pumpkin hands, a devilish smile on her face. "No, Lizzie!" you warned her, circling around the table. She crept towards you slowly before suddenly coming at you full speed, and you let out a shriek of terror, jumping around the table and dashing into the living room as she chased you, giggling evilly like a possessed child through the house. Finally, you warded off her attack by threatening to refuse sex for a month, which quickly sent Lizzie into the kitchen to clean off her hands while apologizing through her residual giggles, her face flushed from the high of her sadistic joy while chasing you around.

You both decided on using big ladles to scrape and scoop out the rest of the pumpkin innards so Lizzie wouldn't tempted to torment you again. Once the pumpkins were cleaned out, you sat down across from each other on the kitchen island and put your artistic abilities to the test in carving out faces. You went for a more Halloweenish look, giving the pumpkin sharp teeth and cat eyes. While your cuts were uneven, you put a lot of detail into the face. Lizzie finished way before you which caused you to believe she probably made a perfect, beautiful face on the pumpkin. She waited for you until you were done, and you both prepared to turn your pumpkins to face each other.

"Ready?" Lizzie asked with a smile, and when you nodded, you both swiveled your pumpkins around to show each other your artwork. Upon first sight of Lizzie's, you nearly screamed with laughter. Her pumpkin's eyes were simple circles, both different sizes, and the only effort she put into the mouth was a narrow smile. While her edges were neat, there was absolutely no life or detail in the face.

"Stop!" she exclaimed as you mocked her, almost beside yourself in how dumb her pumpkin's face looked as she eyed your detailed one enviously.

"You may be more handy," you said through your chuckles, wiping a tear from your eye, "but you really suck at arts and crafts."

"Don't make fun of him!" she whined, clutching her pumpkin to her chest and stroking its head like a dog as she pouted.

Once you were done making fun of Lizzie (mostly as retribution for her chasing you around with gut-covered hands like a serial killer), you cleaned up the absolute mess you both had made of the kitchen table while Lizzie started on the cookies she was making. You set the pumpkins on top of the island and placed tea lights in their bellies so that they glowed like jack-o-lanterns, standing and looking at them proudly for a moment. By the time the cookies were in the oven, you were setting up the living room. You brought out blankets and threw them onto the couch, put an array of Halloween DVDs on the TV mantle, and lit a couple of pumpkin and vanilla scented candles, placing them on either side table around the couch.

"Hocus Pocus," Lizzie argued with you as you both got changed into more comfortable pajamas in the bedroom.

"Nightmare Before Christmas," you lilted back, determined to win the argument of which movie to watch first.

"You only want to watch the first half," Lizzie said as she pulled her oversized shirt over her head, pulling her hair out from the back of it.

"Right, and then we watch the second half when it's Christmas time," you told her as you pulled your pajama pants up and tied the string at the waistband.

Suddenly, Lizzie grabbed you by the hips and pulled you against her, causing you to stumble right into her. She tilted her head as she looked down at you with a quirked brow. "How dare you deny me my Bette Midler?" she whispered dramatically.

"How dare you deny me my Jack Skellington?" you taunted back, and Lizzie answered you with a sudden, feverish kiss on the mouth. Her hand came up to grip your face as her lips moved passionately against yours. Her hand wrapped around your lower back, pressing you so tight against her there was absolutely no space between the two of you.

Your arms wrapped around Lizzie's shoulders as she walked you backwards to the bed, guiding you down until you were laying on the edge, having to wrap your legs around her torso to keep your balance. Lizzie continued to cradle you in her arm and kiss you with her supple lips that felt like heaven on yours. Breaking so you both could breathe, she gave sloppy, wet kisses across your face down to your neck where she kissed your tender skin gently, burrowing her hips between yours.

Her body was so warm against yours, her hands so strong, her lips so soft, that you didn't even hear the sound of the oven timer beeping from in the kitchen until Lizzie hesitantly pulled away from you, leaving you cold.

"Cookies are done," she whispered with a smile as she straightened up, standing between your legs as you lay on the bed, staring at her breathlessly. She smirked and rubbed the side of your thighs around her waist, letting her hands linger farther upwards. "Come on," she told you, taking your hand and attempting to pull you up.

Feeling dramatic, you let yourself go limp, causing Lizzie to groan as she yanked your entire dead weight off the bed, only to have to tuck her hands under your arms and pull you up off the bed. Feeling yourself slip, you shrieked and hooked your arms and legs tight around her, clinging to Lizzie as she picked you up, jumping a little to adjust you before carrying you downstairs like a child as you giggled in her ear.

You had never felt so relaxed as you did when you snuggled into the blankets on the couch, laying your legs across Lizzie's. She held the small plate of warm cookies while you held a little dish of candy corn, turning on Nightmare Before Christmas (she happily agreed once you made a deal to give her head later if she let you pick the movie you wanted first). You had turned out all the lights in the room, save for the light from the TV and the two wonderfully smelling candles flickering on either side of the couch.

You nestled into Lizzie's warm shoulder as you sang along to the This Is Halloween song, while Lizzie hummed it beside you. As the movie played, you turned your head upwards to stare up at Lizzie. She was focused in on the movie, mindlessly munching on the cookies. You always felt more romantic this time of year, whether it was because of the cozy holiday or because Lizzie was always extra sweet and doting around the holidays. All you knew was that Lizzie looked so beautiful wearing your matching pumpkin-patterned pajama bottoms you had picked out and watching one of your favorite Halloween movies. She was so beautiful, and she was all yours.

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #wanda maximoff #lesbian #lgbt #marvel #autumn #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen fluff #elizabeth olsen x f!reader #crimsonween

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pomegranateboba · 30 days

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Hiii girlie pop skibidi toilet bom bom jgwwkvwiwgwiwbwiw (wow i am so funny)

Can u make the ArcTwi boy with the Summoner who makes weapon like, yk, machine gun and the summoner, with the magic they learned, added some extra stuff to the machine gun and... Well...

Anw have a nice day girlie pop ily 🥰😘😘

hello pookie anon 🤩what extra stuff though 🤨 I'm just gonna assume its like glitter or something and not whatever I'm thinking rn (milk-) I don't know what to name this headcanon 💀

Arcturus

He turned the corner and was hit with a face-full of orange glitter

And the orange glitter turned him into an orange juice machine

Yeah now you have Arcky the orange juice machine

He was not expecting that at all

He knew about your machine gun, he knows about your passion for making weapons

But why Summoner. Why.

Free orange juice I suppose

Time to go collect the rest now that you have placed orange juice machine Arcky in your room

Spica

You found him in his office

"What do you need, Summoner-?"

He was cut off due to green glitter in his face. Now, he's a ladle

He was disappointed but not surprised at your behaviour

He feels weird no doing paperwork because he is now an inanimate object

Now we have ladle Spica, what next

You placed ladle Spica next to orange juice machine Arcturus and went outside

Alpheratz

He was just asleep under his tree, why do you have to do this

He didn't notice anything

You gave him red glitter and now he's a spatula

He didn't realise what was happening until he woke up as a spatula on your desk in your room, placed next to ladle Spica and orange juice machine Arcturus

He assumed it was Pollux or Sirius at first, but then again he was in your room

He suspected that machine gun

Ah well, Spica can't nag him if he's a spatula, also Spica is a ladle now

He went back to sleep

Pollux

Pollux was just trying to find Arcky

He cam up to you after class and asked you where Arcky was

And then pink glitter occurs

And poof now he's a toaster

Pollux was speechless. Not like he has a choice. He's a toaster now.

Somehow, he wasn't surprised

Wants to ask you what spell you used after he's not a toaster anymore

You placed Poaster next to Spadle, Alpatula and Arcky (I don't know how to put Arcturus and orange juice machine together-)

4 down, 2 to go. Gotta get them all, as the wise people say

Vega

Poor guy, he just wanted to go out with you

You gave him the glitter treatment

And from the blue glitter was a teaspoon

You always knew he was the little spoon

Vega was just...no

He wanted to go out, no? So you placed him in your jacket pocket so that he can hang around you

Time to find the red flag

Sirius

It actually wasn't that hard to find him

He was in his room, trying to fix his hair

Someone had put something in his shampoo and now his hair is all wonky

You managed to sneak in and purple glitter him

He was actually trying to avoid you, because he saw how you glittered Arcky

But due to plot, he is now a meat grinder. Why? Idk.

Sirius was like: *surprised pikachu face*

Or it would be if meat grinders had faces

You happily skipped back to your room with Sirius the meat grinder in your arms and Vega the teaspoon in your pocket

We got them all >:)

Rigel

Plot twist: Rigel was your accomplice

Only for Sirius though, he was the one who messed up Sirius's stuff

In return for helping you, he was spared from the glitter treatment

That machine gun scares him

More peace and quiet for him, so he didn't object

He didn't wanna help at first, until you pulled out the gun

He's just gonna pretend nothing happened and that he was not involved

But if you tell on him, he will find you

I feel like this is less about the machine gun and more about the kitchen utensils-

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight rigel #arcana twilight summoner #arcana twilight headcanons

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thewickerking · 6 months

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mutual 1: WDYM none of you have heard explosion gun ???? theyre from the 1930s, sure but they literally made the best song ever [long title or series of numbers that have no meaning]

mutual 2: hey guys can you fill out this survey for my class? its about 15 minutes and it would mean a lot!! i love you

mutual 3: ughhhhh can this guy stop flirting with me? i told him to kill himself after he said [horrifically racist sentence] and he hasnt gotten the hint

mutual 4: im liveblogging a game from 12 years ago if you dont want spoilers im tagging my posts about it as #plwm3 liveblog !!

mutual 5: [poll] should i brutally murder this oc before or after he gets divorced

mutual 6: ok I knowwww im learning 6 languages rn but it would be so fun to learn russian.....

mutual 7: what do you mean you freaks dont dip your bananas in orange juice??? This is literally so normal why are you call me the weird one

mutual 8: just finished meeting up with mutual 9 irl it was so fun im gonna miss you now that you're home again </3

mutual 9: mutual 8 locked me in a basement for 4 hours and played clown music. i wish i couldve stayed longer

mutual 10: OMG THE NEW TRAILER FOR BRIMBLUS JUST DROPPED?????? EVERYONEEE LOOOOOOOK

mutual 11: my dad got me a milkshake breakdown cancelled everyone 🎉🎉

mutual 12: this post reminds me of *******

mutual 13: mutual ^ is talking about scorblo btw

mutual 12: HEY???? MUTUAL 13???? CAN YOU KILL YOURSELF????

mutual 14: [describes the most horrific repeated childhood trauma] but idk if im allowed to say i have mental illness cause im not diagnosed

mutual 15: guys do you think im more blue or purple coded :3

mutual 16: in response to all the transformers fandom callout calling me lesbophobic and racist: [ten paragraphs that make it clear they're clearly the only normal person in this scenario]

mutual 17: wait you guys are actually going to pumpkin patches? i thought those were made up ive never seen a pumpkin irl before...

mutual 18: guys can anybody see me. Please. No one's responding am I shadowbanned or do you all hate me [they're shadowbanned]

mutual 19: ugh this one customer keeps brutally murdering our servers at the restaurant i work at i wanna quit sooo bad but i might get promoted soon so idk

mutual 20: [reblogs a web weaving post about judas] UGH i need to fuck him sloppy style and **** ****** ***** **** *** ***

mutual 21: spam reblogs a genshin character

mutual 22: [screenshot of mutual 21s blog with filtered tags of the characters] you're lucky i care about you so much.

mutual 23: i think im losing my grip on reality. omg wait but look at this cute dog i saw walking home the other day

mutual 24: hi everyone! i just got back from a 6 month social media break :) hope everyones been doing well!

#i could keep going. this seems excessive already though 😭😭 <- guy who doesnt know how to shut up #suicide mention #ask to tag further!!#pentaphobia #.ares

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twinanimatronics · 9 months

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Is was probably MatPat who made the, “it’s actually the Mimic who we fight in Security Breach,not Afton.”, theory popular.

Since everyone seems to take his word as truth when it comes to FNAF.

I’ve not watched any of MattPat’a recent vids and the only one I know of regarding the Mimic is by Fuhnaff.

But as I verbally explained in that big ol’ rant between me and @dana-chan-the-control-brain after reading the Tales of the Pizzaplex source material for the theories.

It’s just plain WRONG

Grant it, we’ve not read the Nexie epilogue as of rn and Tiger Rock only just released, but here’s why I say this:

The Mimic’s behavior is completely different from Burntrap’s.

The Mimic, while arguably having a physical design the Glamrock Endos were based off of, was originally a hunk of garbage that was only a torso that a man put together and programmed to copy the behavior and actions of his 4-year-old son so he’d have a friend.

The Mimic only turned murderous after it itself was beaten to death with an iron pipe and then put back together by unknowing Fazbear techs who gave it legs.

And even then, its actions involved with killing all reflected the actions and rules that said child followed.

Always put things away in the fridge: The Mimic shoves a dead body in the fridge.

Always put away and hang up clothes in the closet: The Mimic rams a pole through a guy and attaches it to a coat hanger to hang his dead body in the closet.

These are just two deaths. And this is before the jackass in the first epilogue gave the Mimic its new MO for killing via reprogramming and verbal direction of what to do with other endo skeletons.

Tear off the limbs, decapitate the body, and throw the pieces in a pile.

The Mimic is VERY PHYSICAL with its killings. It plays pretend and will hide and even lure people with a voice it doesn’t know how to use all that well cause it didn’t initially have one and couldn’t speak.

Unlike Burntrap who had very clear voice-lines in the trailer, even if he never spoke in game.

And the Mimic’s MO of putting on costumes?

It comes from the one instance the child playing pretend and dressing himself AND the Mimic in costumes and meant for Fazbear animatronics while his dad was trying to work.

And what costumes (excluding the Nexie Epilgue all of Tiger Rock at the moment since we’ve not read it yet) has the Mimic put on?

Several dog suits

A monkey of some kind

An orange creature

A pink and yellow-green jester

An alligator (while it was still just a torso)

A white tiger (in Storyteller where it imposed all the child behaviors it learned on all the Glamrocks. And potentially in Tiger Rock since the Storyteller costume was something it wore before and allegedly killed in based on the PTSD flashbacks of one dude we follow).

A Purple lion

And a Pink/Purple Mushroom thing

No rabbit suits to be seen.

What does Burntrap have on?

Bits of flesh and a burnt rabbit costume head.

How does Burntrap stalk and kill?

He doesn’t.

He just lumbers around and tries to hack and control Glamrock Freddy like all the other animatronics to kill FOR HIM.

Which would thus make Burntrap just another variation of Afton/Glitchtrap in a new host body.

The only way that Burntrap could be the Mimic is if Glitchtrap/Afton completely overtook the Mimic as a new host body to infect other animatronics with.

Which, at that point, means it ISN’T the Mimic anymore.

It’s the Mimic in body, but not behavior and intentions.

IF Burntrap even uses the body of the Mimic

But Burntrap is indeed Afton cause the Blob wouldn’t have reason to go after the Mimic like him.

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Hi its me again, monke brain anon 🐒with more monke thoughts to share with you🐒luxiem boys my beloved skrunkly little men

S/o who isnt that knowledgeable about the video games the boys play but is oh so very willing to learn just so they cab play together 🤌 hear me out, matching nintendo and controller cases tho 🤡🤡🤡 i feel like a clown rn omg chia im so sorry (this is like the onky time ive ever interacted in ur askbox ever [first is the s/o who does a 180] i cant believe im going monke brain in ur inbox rn rn rn sobs anyways live laugh love 😁

I wholeheartedly open my arms for your monke thoughts, so—

Don't be shy to drop them off (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Also matching nintendo an controller cases.

Yes. Yes. That would be very cute.

Also another short hcs about it utc

Vox would willingly teach you some games that would probably not scare you, unless you love horror games. Fnaf cough cough.

Not forgetting red themed cases on your Nintendo. (⁠´⁠⊙⁠ω⁠⊙⁠`⁠)⁠！

"It's okay, Darling. I'll teach you how to play them. Hm? Interested to learn my favorite game? Are you sure? I mean I don't mind teaching you. Don't worry everything would be okay.."

Mysta would sometimes trick you as he teach you some gameplay, but don't worry, if you want him to teach you seriously. He will, who doesn't want their s/o be upset..

Orange themed cases for your Nintendo? (⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠0⁠*⁠)⁠ﾉ

Fox lovers anyone? (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

"Look at you, falling into my trap- HAHAHA— OKAY Okay-, ahem, let me teach you for real this time."

Luca would teach you not only the basics but also some pranks too. So that he could prank on others with you, whether it's in Minecraft or other games.

Matching yellow themed cases for your Nintendo, little paws on the joystick.. (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

"Babe! Babe babe- come here-! Look at this, I'll teach you how to make this so you can do it on other's too- heh"

Ike would teach you some of his favorite games, sometimes he would just let you figure out some puzzles for a few minutes until you decided to ask for his help.

Matching blue themed cases, custom made perhaps? Small Quilldrens..

"Pft.. Hm? It's okay älskling, you're so close from finishing the puzzle. Hm? You need my help? Haha, sure.."

Shu would also teach you some of favorite games, he would probably also make you play some puzzle games too see you struggle on them. Just for him go teach you how to do it.

Matching purple themed cases, sorcery stuff.

"Come on babe, you're so close.. you need help? Hm? You're so close tho— haha, okay okay, I'll help you."

©fakesimp

Also what do I call you- 🐒 anon?

And keep them coming anon, I'm willing to read them

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theoccultz · 7 months

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🪅Mystery Monthly :October 🪅

-Occult museum's Annabelle

{NOTE: This reading is not to scare or intimidate Anyone,its just a reading out of curiousity and to debunk the misconceptions surrounding it ,not to change the respectable history ,the decision is always yours i'm not responsible for it .

>Feel free to ask me questions or express your views regarding this reading ,if you want me to add any other questions then send me ask for it }

Posted on : 6 oct 2023

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>Do i have the permission

yes , pls note i addressed this demon as "the doll "mostly.

> is there a demon risiding inside the doll ?

Yes , an old Egyptian demon his aura is orange purple black green so there's multicolour meaning his aura is strong. Purple can know others intentions feelings from a distancs ,orange is a power seeking resource someone who has a lot of confidence in their ability ,black is protection & hidden sources ,green is essential and keeps the energy alive & secure. This demon is not an earth origin demon but its a big energy made out of materials of earth that's how his birth happened ,this demon is not seeking shelter inside the doll by its own consent someone has cursed this doll so it has been trapped . I found the information of ragg doll and witchcraft interesting tbh its widely used as a "source" in witchcraft i searched its meaning and interestingly

>Why was this doll cursed and with what intention?

Its made to sustain the development of a person the person will be likely terrorised by different kind of negative emotions ,doubting oneself and being physically unable to do anything the influence is that strong and it increases as you stay with it . The intentions are blockage and acquiring energies through weird means .

>What is this dolls relation with donna and angie ?

It was gifted to dona on her 28th bday by her mother - 2+8 is 10=1 something tells me donna was about to start a new business like she was about to succeed, she was in the process of it . Dona's energy is very lively and enthusiast she has a light worker energy her aura can shift others negative moods she has strong energy i'm actually getting its an accident that her mom bought this doll idk if this was given to her or she bought it from somewhere but that place has circus energy where people are constantly moving i'm hearing someone died on the ground and idk if the body kind of decomposed there *i'm getting very sad rn * yeah and the energy was made its like people didn't cared i feel like its a war zone is that a commorader yeah . I feel like the person who was selling this doll knew some kind of back history I'm getting gifted like won somewhere.

>Did the owner knew their mother?

YES ,the owner is suspicious to me i'm really getting she didn't wanted to purchase it but like it was given to her .like a trade or smth , I'm getting the one who have given this doll is not a good person this person carries this heavy energy of ego , unresolved issues ,restriction , shame,guilt and mainly envy it doesn't like to see people succed i think it might be a neighbour or a sister as well someone who's passive aggressive and blames others cause they are so shameful of themselve they cant admit they are wrong you cant piss this person off they'll play nice but they're not ,i'm not getting anything about angie btw it doesn't have anything to do with her but she does feel like an obstacle in some sort of task

Its a water sign 100% i keep seeing droplets of water and interestingly she didn't bought it by choice it was insisted by someone. The demon is guided to destroy some sort of creation . I think the owner lured it in but now its unable to move .

>Is it true that a girl named Annabelle is seeking shelter?

Nope not at all the demon doesn't even know who tf is Annabelle its just a bait to trap others in its energy the demon can only make your life hell if you reciprocate its energy also i think there's some rituals and talking sessions done by the owners which made them attached to the idea .

>Can the demon kill someone?

Nope , but it can scare you to death like hallucinations,fast heart beat , dissassociation , paralysis, marks , noises ,distractions, limiting resources there's this gloomy vibe to it like others cant be close to you if this demon is with you , this demon has the appearance of black shadow a big heighted looking man it holds a lot of yang energy .its giving me older male energy

There's this desperation,i feel like its intentions are frozen by someone, someone has put them to hold it cant succed in its purpose and without succeding the energy wont be released it will create more distruction for whoever they keep for .

I saw one video of a person feelin' nauseus in front of Annabelle and cameras acting up ,it doesn't do it on purpose but the energy is so strong despite of the prayers and the cage that it effects others who have lower vibrations it means like depressed people,low self worth ,sick people. Even the museum can have effect on your energy its everywhere and it cant be seen its foggy .

Why do i feel like the objects that are kept can effect you more on a physical level but not the doll because of the cage .

>Is the doll harmful?

Yes its very dangerous its like a cheetah waiting to attack i wont be surprised if we dont have the full information on annabelle it likely terrorised,made them physically weak ,mentally challenged yeah I'm hearing a lot if laughing, moving around , this doll feels like it moves like its a paranoia energy im picking up on and it does have the ability to physically harm you although its subtle.

>Can you release it ?

No its hard very tough actually this doll is resentful and demands things like attention,time ,energy plus it needs constant protection you cant just leave this doll as i said something abt the soldier and loneliness plays a huge part .

>Why is it advised to not stare at the doll?

Hmm because of its energy , the doll likely stares back ,it does look at you but i'm getting it remembers you if you try to connect with him through some sort of contact . It forms an alliance? Idk. Also it's like you are challenging him but i dont feel like its for most of the people it does try to make contact with people and i do feel like most of the people pick up on that whether they get sick or more attracted to it because that doll does demand attention as i mentioned above .

>Why is there "the devil" tarot card on the box ?

To keep the energy within, to keep it contained like tied.

>Is this demon open to interaction? Can you work with him?

No he's protective of himself also he dislikes religious figures i picked up something in my vision like he was looking left and right very slowly and he looked at the cross in front of him and there was blood dripping down so yeah it physically effect him thats why he doesn't trust religious figures .

>Why did Annabelle troubled its owners?

Because it was its purpose. It dislikes people in general and can go to any length.

>What kind of magic was used to trap this demon ?

Sex magic , bondage, ,deja vu*it just came to mind* water and mirror hold some significance for this demon //i heard some voice like ship or smth .

This demon's name include t, m,n . Also two & air is significant.

>Did the doll ever came in contact with another demons?

No it dispise others energies and will most likely drain you .

>Any thing this demons wants us to know?

It hates liar ,it hates distraction ,it hates strong smell it makes him defensive as if you're challenging him , if you're someone who wears strong cologne ,walks loudly ,talks or chews loudly ,has no sense of boundaries, and does not look organised then dont come in close contact it doesn't like it . Make your space clean as well as your clothes should be clean .

>Does the movie's doll 'Annabelle' holds some sort of energy? Which is now kept in the Warren's museum.

No its just the museums energy also the demons aware of the attention as it seeks it .its most likely have a lot of knowledge and information we dont know of .

>Something i picked up while chanelling -

I keep getting this another white entity i feel like this entity is also a very dangerous object that should be kept in a box its very intimidating. Also Annabelle is not a feminine energy its a masculine emergy but what's interesting is this energy can recognise or sense others emotions and intentions and light aura really attract this doll . There's something abt his voice too .This doll is tricky and manipulative not only it causes fights but everything that's discomforting.

Also It guided me to select green colour and to mark his eyes with paint .

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Thank you for reading!!

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