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a-little-ray-of-fantasy · 8 months

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Barnaby facts (confirmed by the devs)

Hello! Since I was bored and it's making me so happy to see Barnaby getting so much love lately, I've decided to collect all the info I have about him! I most likely missed something, so if you have info I haven't put here, or got wrong, let me know, ok? ^^

Anyhoo, here we go! **}

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- Barnaby, despite his name, is not a barn owl. He's actually a long eared owl.

- Barnaby isn't his real name; he used to have a different one, back in his alive days. One of the drawings featuring him has him surrounded by many names starting with "B".

- Said illustration has "Who am I?" hidden among the names and words such as "Where" and "Help", hinting at something linked to his identity is torturing him.

- It's been stated that Barnaby is the way he is because of a dangerous experiment that corrupted then killed him, changing him completely as a result.

- Barnaby is asexual homoromantic, and is genderfluid: while he goes primarly by "he/him", he accepts any pronoun.

- He considers his Barnaboos as his "little pretties", and often offers help or advice if they need it; of course, his help may not be as helpful as he believes...

- He hates cheesecake.

- He's not a fan of rootbeer neither; he will serve it in his parties, but he personally won't drink it.

- His favorite food is eye scream, and favorite Halloween treat are caramel apples.

- As for ice cream, his favorite flavor is Strawberry Shortcake.

- Speaking of food, yeah, he doesn't need to eat, nor sleep. But still likes doing it anyway.

- Barnaby is a confirmed sleepyhead. He naps a lot, but never in an ordinary position, or in his bed; he tends to sleep in various gravity bending position, especially upside down.

- Meaning, yes, when Billie comes to steal his gem, he was sleeping!

- And when he sleeps, he apparently snores and hoots.

- While hugging him would result in a kill from him, Ash confirmed Barnaby is a hugger! Hugging him would still involve him squeezing or stabbing you to death, tho'. And he'd feel both soft and slimy to the touch.

- Barnaby is around 10-11ft tall, and with his size-shifting abilities, he can be any height he wants; when he was alive tho', he's as tall as Aristotle, more or less.

- He doesn't need glasses anymore, but sometimes will wear them because they make him look smart. They also tend to follow the eyes' movements.

- Barnaby is very emotional: while it won't stop him from trying to kill you, he will cry if he sees you cry. Ironically, he would comfort you until you feel better. Then he'll kill you.

- It's been confirmed that Barnaby's biggest fear has "already come true".

- His tears are orange, just like his eyes.

- Barnaby is not one to open his heart easily, but the moment he does, there's many ways to reach it. He's quite romantic, tho' not in the usual way: if you gave him a dead rat, he'd consider it a very romantic gesture!

- It's been stated he doesn't have a partner now, but in life, "maybe".

- When it comes to children, it's been confirmed he'd be the best caregiver alongside Dutch, althought for him "it's complicated".

- He apparently had a child of his own, if the picture posted about him during "Father's Day" is any indication. What happened to the little one hasn't been revealed yet.

- Apparently he's the least judgemental character in BBU!

- If he had a TV, it'd be old timey, and he'd watch something really random. Like ducks.

- Barnaby loves small critters; Ash specifically mentions they always linked him with guinea pigs. And indeed, Barnaby had a science guinea pig co-worker once, that turned into an actual guinea pig because of a reckless experiment, and he took care of them.

- He's able to control reality; it's unclear if it's his gem's doing, or his magic power as a ghost.

- In any case, he's now the most powerful character in the game

- Back in his alive days, he was a magic researcher and scientist.

- He actually owned the gem before he turned into a ghost. He even experimented on it, and it's suggested that actually sealed his fate.

- A lot of songs from Oingo Boingo and Lemon Demon fit him: Ash specifically mentioned "Weird Science" as really "Barnabycore"

- Barnaby is autistic: he stims by hooting and flapping his wings when he's excited.

- When he's scared or nervous, he tends to cover himself with his wings.

- Katie said that, if he were a candy, he'd be a sour blueberry.

- Barnaby lives in his own dimension, with his own mansion and everything. And he can travel between realities. Although one comment from Katie suggests he's trapped in there, but it's too early to say for sure.

- According to the devs, he was inspired by Weird Al Yankovic, Lewis from Mystery Skulls and Discord from MLP.

- No, he wasn't inspired by Snatcher, since the development of BBU has lasted longer than A Hat in Time. The two of them canonically know each other tho': only problem is, Snatcher hates Barnaby's guts and finds him too clingy, while the owl adores him.

- He canonically knows Wally Darling from "Welcome Home" and Kira from "Far Fetched" too, since he can travel between realities.

- Barnaby has his guests come to his home by portals that pop just below them. He apparently has kidnapped people before, every once in a while.

- He'd get along well with Dutch.

- It's left vague whether he knows Fantoccio or not.

- He actually has never met Arthur nor Aristotle before the game.

- In any case, he'd find Aristotle really funny, and wouldn't take them seriously.

-- Barnaby is aware of the player, and can break the 4th wall. And that's why only he can use Twitter.

- Whenever he writes on Twitter, hE WRiTSE LIkE THIS!!!

- Barnaby is REALLY mischeavous, and finds no problem in cheating in games. But if YOU cheat, then he gets ticked off.

- This suggests he's also a sore loser.

- Judging by his expression in the cutscene, he doesn't like being interrupted.

- It's been confirmed he smells like meldew. :P

- He could fake glitching out, then attack the moment you come to check out what's going on with him.

- He HATES party crashers. Also scarecrows: not good for conversations. And he's not interested in their crops.

- He can play the organ: Katie even suggested that if you hear it in the background of his chapter, that's him playing it.

- He was a young prodigy, back when he was alive!

- Don't be fooled by his goofy antics: he's very smart, still loves making experiments and can speak a lot of languages.

- Ironically, he hates skulls: he finds them icky.

- He was 25-26 when he died; he's been dead for 100+ years.

- Time is very important for him: that's why there's so many clocks in his parlor. It's been suggested he sees partying as a way to keep track with time.

- Despite that, Barnaby himself in the contest video has briefly stated he tends to forget what year it is.

- There's tons of pictures in his manor: all of them depict him, suggesting he's good at painting.

- Katie has noted that Barnaby "remembers everything". When asked if there's something he'd rather forget, they stated that "what he wants and what he needs are very different things".

- His family is "infinite", apparently. Then again, one of his very early descriptions stated he's got no friends nor family to speak about...

- He's been described as "self interested"

- When asked which character had the most trauma, without giving hints about being traumatized, Katie confirmed Barnaby as the answer, even stating his story makes them the saddest, alongside Fanto's.

- His favorite color is pink!

- He can change himself into lots of animals, and can even clone himself!

- When asked if he can talk to his alive self, Katie said it's "technically possible".

- Back when he was alive, he was noted as a dork and a hardworker, so much so he'd even pull one-nighters before making speeches for his research. Katie jokingly suggested that's why he parties so much: it's to make up for lost time!

- He had a different way of speaking, back when he was alive. And his icks were probably different as well.

- When he gets overwhelmed, he has a shutdown, and goes completely silent.

- At early stages, Barnaby was supposed to be a bug.

- The moment his design as a ghost was chosen, he went through a lot of palette options, like a pale blue color like he came from "The Haunted Mansion", or all colorful like "Dia de los Muertos". Ultimately they settled for his currently shadowy look because, not only it's easier to animate, it was in line with his backstory.

- Barnaby can melt. It's still unclear what triggers such a reaction, but some pictures hint that it's tied to his psychological state.

- Barnaby has been noted that he can talk fancy, but he's not eloquent.

- His favorite dance is the charleston!

- Ash has stated that in the game he is going to be depicted doing something similiar to "singing himself to sleep".

- Apparently he still makes pellets from his mouth. Dead or not, he's still an owl.

- He often puts emphasis on words, sometimes even making his bowtie spin.

- In the latest Twitter post featuring him, when you decode the garbled message, you can read: "Barnaby lies Along in his thoughts, Resting On the floor Neglected". Not only this hints at his turmoil, it also hides the word "BARON". It's unclear if it's his name, a title he possessed, or someone or thing else entirely connected to him.

- He loves recieving scretches on his head.

- Barnaby can cook, but he'll more often than not leave that to the Barnaboos.

- He's not that interested in gardening, even tho' he owns a greenhouse.

- He'd enjoy playing "Luigi's Mansion"!

- In Super Smash Bros. he'd main Meta Knight, even relating to him.

- He'd happily accept smoochies, apparently!

- His favorite party game is "Pin the tail on the owl".

- If you are his friend, he'd consider it even more of a reason to stay in the manor and never leave!

- He has claimed that he's used to give himself self love and compliments, since no one else does it. That, and his tendency to ask others for hugs or if they need a hug to calm down, suggests he's affection starved.

- He tends to react to compliments from fans by smiling bashfully, or happily shouting that he's popular.

- Katie stated that his favorite movie would be something unexpected, like "Marnie & Me" or "Up".

- Barnaby can see everything from the eyes of the plushies that look like him. So, if you bought one... watch out...

- Among his early designs, he also looked like a completely different owl, tall and austere looking, who was the guardian of the forest. It was changed because the devs wanted a goofy boss that could stand out among the others.

- Having said that, it seems Barnaby was the last boss to be officially revealed, and initially the game only had Elaine, Dutch and Fantoccio as the main bosses.

- Barnaby LOVES puns. A good deal of the lines he says when you get defeated in his chase contain a pun.

- You try being slick by stating you want to die of old age? Too bad: Barnaby will make you age rapidly. Despite that, Katie confirmed he doesn't have time related powers...

- Katie and Ash confirmed Barnaby can fly. And such a sight is apparently really hilarious.

- Barnaby loves shiny trinkets: if he sees a sparkly thread, he'll fixate on it and will follow its movements. It's like with a cat following a laser.

- Barnaby has teeth; they're orange and sharp, and come out when he's ticked off, or especially devious.

- When he was alive, he only used he/him pronouns. He became comfortable with all pronouns after he died. He's always been interested in men.

- This goes without saying, but still: he operates on cartoon logic. He can use both his wings AND his feet as hands. Even both feet can act as hands, even when they appear off camera. How? Because it's Barnaby and he can do anything he sets his mind into!

#Billie Bust Up #BBU Barnaby #Barnaby #Fave Character #Comfort Character #Personal Rambles

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bun-z-bakery · 13 days

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(Repost from my abandoned account) these are just my personal head canons for dogday. this is a survivor au

(All characters are over 18 btw)

-dogday sometimes has dog like tendencies, like growling, barking etc.

-he doesn't remember a lot about his life as a worker but will share stories he remembers of his human life once you two become close.

-man is like a love sick puppy. First you save him? Give him legs? AND a home?! And his friends are here too?! You really are his angel.

-he's very protective of his angel. He can't have anyone take them away or even hurt them. Plus all those years locked away, he can't loose you, you're his hope.

-this man will most certainly plan his confession, script and all. Maybe you're away at work and this is something he's been working on for a while. He's always bringing you little gifts on his hunting trips (depending on if you like to collect rocks and such) but this dude went out of his way to find the best of the best. Even somehow found flowers beautiful enough to almost rival your beauty, keyword: almost.

-he enjoys spending time with you, poppy and kissy, he enjoys playing outside with you three, even if you guys have been out of the factory for years already. They still enjoy the outside world.

-I know bro is huge, like dude is taller than an American door way (according to some measurements fans have made, hes 9'5) if you're a shorty (like me 5 feet even😭) he will most definitely pick you up and carry you like a dogtoy. He likes the feeling of carrying his angel, it gives him a sense of pride doing so. Even if you accidentally hit the ceiling or he needs to really get down so you don't hit the top of the doorframe, he will always apologize or joke about it.

-he's a cuddler, he LOVES cuddling! He has his own giant dog bed in your shared room, but he prefers to sleep on your shared bed. If you're away from work and he's eepy, he'll pass out on your bed because it smells like you. Your scent keeps him at bay until you come home. Poor guy will shoot up and push anyone out of his way to be the first to get to you! He sits there on the floor waiting for his mandatory headpats and kisses as soon as he hears your keys.

-it takes his brain a few minutes to properly turn on. After all those years he finally gets proper sleep, I can imagine you waking up first and getting ready for the day to prepare breakfast for the group and you poke him, trying to wake him. He'll mumble some random stuff about not letting rats do taxes then fall back asleep only to be woken again by your pokes still talking nonsense. I can also see him sometimes waking up confused, you know like when you wake up your parents and they're mad for no reason asking what's wrong while gasping for air? (Just me?) I can see him being THAT dead asleep bhahsha

-my take on the survivor au is more of a modern take (as in yes the factory closed years also but reader is possibly in early to late 20s sometime in 20xx / non specified year) so they weren't an employee but probably knew someone like a family member who worked there or was dared to enter the factory (we'll see if I ever post my fanfic haha as these hcs kinda tie into that story) so dogday being alive in the 80s or 90s he probably has like the old school idea of love and attempts to swoon you as such. The flowers, cheesy pick up lines.

-I can imagine because he's not up to date with the newer terms and he might be confused while trying to seem cool haha. "Angel what does rizzler mean?" (Poor peepaw)

- Personally I love the theory that DogDay is an ex worker aka Rich. Which is probably why he was the leader of the smiling critters. Because he was mature enough to make sure everyone was in line/well behaved, I also think some other workers were turned into the mascots too (obviously) but maybe they trusted Rich more so they just threw him into the dance circle and hope that he'd be a good leader.

- this one ties into the first one btw! I like the think that maybe he was one of the mascots when he worked there. Like a guy in the costume who worked with the kids (hence the zipper, how else would the workers get into the bigger body suits?)

- I like to think DogDay likes when Angel calls him by his old human name. Maybe once he opens up more about his human life (or at least bringing up some of the memories he still has) he just randomly brings up his name when talking about a memory and hearing Angel repeat his name back, he'd probably like hearing it. It might make him feel like less of a monster in a sense. Granted I think he wouldn't care about what Angel calls him but he would most definitely prefer for them to alternate. Like you know when someone makes you mad and you use their real name instead of their nickname? He'd hate for his Angel to get mad, especially at him. But when living with 3 other people it can get a bit hectic.

"DogDay! Did you bring mud into the house?!"

"N-No!... "

*silence*

"RICH, WHERE ARE YOU?!"

*footsteps are heard and DogDay bolts out the door*

- Now this head canon I have can go either one of two ways, right? Hear me out. Listen up, listen carefully, and listen closely. (Lmk if you got that reference) ok so back to the zipper! I think the zipper just opens to his organs tbh like the zipper was just left functional in case he needed to be "repaired internally". BUT another thought, I also can see there being some sort of barrier! You know those stuff animals who have their stuffing blocked by a barrier so it doesn't fall out but the zipper opens to a compartment where you can store items? I kinda think that's whats there tbh, I mean it makes sense. What if one of the kids opened the zipper by mistake? Surely there would be a barrier just in case.

- as I mentioned in the last hc post, I can see him trying to swoon Angel in the old romantic type of way. I can see him pinning after Angel hard, at first they wouldn't get the hint, they'd probably think he's thinks he's indebted to them for rescuing them and giving the 3 of them a better and new life. But quickly they realize bro is in love. Of course poppy teases him about it too at some point lol. He doesn't really try to hide it either. I can see poppy and kissy thinking it's sweet and first then they get annoyed once you're the only thing he talk about lol.

- You're married. That's all! No but I can see in his mind you two are basically married. He'd probably want to have new custom star collars made for both of you or maybe even a ring for you and a matching collar or something for him to wear and propose. Of course it will bother him a bit because he can't go out with you, take you on dates or show you off but he trusts you (even though he gets jealous when you smell like someone else) he basically tries his best with what you guys have (If only there was a holiday that came once a year where you guys could go out dressed in customs without looking like freaks).

- He looks like the type of guy who would love pasta. I'm not sure why or how this even came into mind but I just feel like that's what he often wants for dinner. Poppy would probably eat fruit for dinner, kissy isn't really picky, but Dogday would probably be asking for either pasta or meat. Also I think Angel would be hesitant to feed certain foods to Dogday because you know, he's a dog (not really but hear me out) but because he acts like one at times I could see Angel being like haha nope you can't eat this!

*Angel eating chocolate cookies*

"May I have some?" *cutely pouts*

"I don't want you dying, love."

"You know I'm not actually a dog...right?"

ok ok you got me there" (they just really didn't wanna share lol)

- tbh this is more of a general head canon for the toys but I seeing as they had to resort to c*nnibalism. They clearly need food and water to survive. I think catcap was probably keep Dogday alive as a "lol now look at you now, look at me" (yes that's a BP reference) moment but only feeds him when he felt like it, since food is basically scarce in that place. I think that their human organs were transferred over but little things like veins, teeth, tongue, blood vessels basically anything that's not a major organ was made artificially and connected in a sense to those major organs making them function as such.

Yeah that's kinda it lol, there might be some more parts to this if I can think of anything else! But yeahhh that's kinda my hc and rambles lol (I tend to ramble a lot especially when I have to give context, I apologize!)

#dogday #poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #dogday x reader #dogday x y/n #sunnyangel #bun z writes

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digi-lov · 10 months

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Digimon 🤝 Pokémon

KoKabuterimon ST9-07 by GOSSAN from ST-9 Starter Deck Ultimate Ancient Dragon

Heracross PAL 006 by GOSSAN from Scarlet&VioletーPaldea Evolved

So. I don't like the idea that you can't be a fan of both Digimon and Pokémon. A while ago, I got an ask from a Pokémon fan asking how Digimon is any better than Pokémon, and I didn't really know how to answer that? I love both? I also like Yo-Kai Watch, by the way. You don't have to drag something down to elevate something else.

It does bother me that I sometimes get the feeling from certain kinds of Pokémon fans that they hate on Digimon, like it's their duty? I even had an argument with someone in real life who was convinced Digimon was a Pokémon rip-off, despite knowing nothing about Digimon in the first place.

But obviously, not all fans are like that, I'm a big Pokémon fan myself! I've played essentially all main line games and many side games. The Pokémon Special Manga was the first manga I read and is among my all-time favorites. I'm also active in my local Pokémon TCG community! I'm actually an official Pokémon TCG Judge, and I volunteer alongside my partner at our local card shops weekly "Pokémon School," where we teach children how to play the game. Although that sometimes also entails how to read cards, how to act respectful to your opponent, how to focus, what to look out for when building decks, how to tell if a card is fake, and much more...

That's another reason why I'm sad the Digimon Card Game only has an English language release in the West. Otherwise, I'd have introduced it to the kids already!

But yeah, I'm rambling a bit, my point being I don't want any hate, just love here. You don't have to like Pokémon. But it's definitely possible to like both.

So I wanna take a moment to show a couple of artists you know from the Digimon Card game who also like Pokémon!

Sanosuke Sakuma

Sanosuke Sakuma has been doing illustrations for the Digimon Card Game since the first set! Their strong point are cute characters, with most of their cards being of Baby Level Digimon (Lv.2) or Child Level Digimon (Lv.3). You can check out posts I did of their cards under #Sanosuke Sakuma

They also have been working as an illustrator for the Pokémon TCG since 2013 and have been working as character designer and illustrator for the main line Pokémon games since Pokémon Sun and Moon (2016).

GOSSAN

GOSSAN had been doing illustrations for the Digimon Card Game since BT-04 (2020) and have done over a hundred cards by this point. They're among the most likely artists to do game references and are very good at depicting action! Check out more of them under #GOSSAN

They also have been working as an illustrator for the Pokémon TCG since 2021 and already have a couple of Alternative Arts under their belt. Notably, they even got to illustrate the Alternative Art of Mewtwo Vstar, featuring it fighting Charizard, both of which are among the most popular Pokémon.

tessy

Tessy has been an illustrator for the Digimon Card Game since late 2020 and has been featured in almost every set since. Check out my posts featuring their cards under #tessy

While there is no Pokémon card featuring rheir art just yet, they entered and reached the semi-finals of the Pokémon TCG Illustration Contest 2022 with both their entries for Charizard and Bulbasaur.

Spareribs

Spareribs won second prize overall (and first for Devimon) of the Digimon Illustration Competition 2022 with their entry 「Fallen」. Ever since they've been working as an illustrator for the Digimon Card Game. You can see posts with their cards under #spareribs

They also entered the Pokémon TCG Illustration Contest 2022 and made it to the semi-finals with their entry for Greninja.

I hope we can all continue to share our passion for colorful critters. Thank you very much.

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starry-pierrot · 2 months

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Sleeping Critters

So I'm not the biggest fan of Poppy...at least until CH3 had come out. Don't get me wrong I still dislike the creators and I'll never pay for the game but the smiling critters and Dogday got me. So have this super indulgent fic! Also this is canon divergent so not 100% accurate to the lore!

Warnings: Mention of cannibalism, death. Kissy Missy is dead (Hoping she's alive in CH4)

Characters: Dogday, Reader, Poppy, Smiling Critters

After defeating the prototype you, Dogday and Poppy try to rebuild what you can of PlaytimeCo to offer whoever is left a safer home.

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You were tired.

Very tired.

About a month ago you had finally defeated the prototype, freeing whatever toys that were left in PlaytimeCo from its claws. But that also left you with a lot more work to do. You could have just left it all behind and maybe taken Poppy and Dogday with you but that wouldn’t be fair to the rest of them.

Not to mention you did not have the space to house a partially giant dog.

And he had wanted to stay to watch over the rest of the smiling critters…wherever they are.. Now that Catnap was out of the way they might see some reason. Which is why you were so tired. After everything had been dealt with you agreed to help Poppy and Dogday find the others, to build a new home in PlayTime Co, even if it was temporary.

Who knew when whoever owned the damn buildings would come and legally claim them someday. Sure it’s already been years but you wouldn’t be surprised if the titles were transferred to someone else after so long. But until then rebuilding would at least make everyone more comfortable.

The problem was that…you three had hardly found anyone just yet. Poppy knew there probably wasn’t much of the toys left but still she encouraged you to check every nook and cranny you could. So far you’ve only found a few Mini Huggy’s, a Cat-bee and a Candy cat. It’s not much but it's cute to see them all snuggled on some of the beds in the orphanage.

“Angel, are you sure? I can go by myself.” Dogday asked as he looked at you, the two of you were standing at the entrance to Playhouse. “You haven’t been sleeping much lately.”

“No, I can do it. Besides I’d rather not leave you to potentially cannibalistic little fur balls if I can help it.” You manage to hold back a yawn before reaching for the door. “I’ve handled them before, I got the flares.”

Meanwhile Dogday only had his hands and a pipe you had torn off from the wall when it was loose, you’d be more worried if you hadn’t closed his lower half with a sewing kit. And now he seems to get around alright on that little bright yellow gym scooter. But still you worry he might get overwhelmed.

“If you say so. Just please don’t go too far from me.” Dogday urges as you open the door and slip inside. Much like the last time you visited the place was a mess, meaning those wheels on Dogday’s scooter aren’t going to be much help.

“Seems the dog is gonna have to do a trick to get around.” You tease as you step over some toys that were left on the ground.”

“Har har, Angel.” There was no malice in the fake laugh, planting his hands on the ground he hauled himself up into a handstand he began to follow behind you as you searched. If it was one thing that was annoying it was all the crawling you had to do, your knees weren't meant for all this crawling!

“Hey Little critters! We have food back in the orphanaaaggee!” You try to draw them out but so far the two of you haven’t seen any of them. You don’t remember seeing many on the prototype, it couldn’t have killed all of them could it? No, there were far too many.

“Catnap is gone, you don’t have to listen to him anymore!” Dogday called out as he crawled around on his belly, “Come on you little fellas!”

Where the heck could they be hiding? This play house wasn’t that big! Maybe if-

CRACK!

“ANGEL!”

Suddenly the floor snapped under you, you would think you would have remembered to check that considering what happened the last time. But suddenly you were tumbling down and down..and down-what did you find a secret deep tunnel or something?!

“Ooof!” Hitting the ground hard you could help but gasp as the wind was knocked out of you, your already tired body screaming in pain from the impact.

“Angel!?” You could barely hear him calling from the top of the hole, “ Angel are you okay?? Say something!”

It took you a moment but eventually you turned over, “Yeah…y-yeah I’m alive.” With a groan you sat up noticing that you seem to have fallen into a hidey hole. It looked like it had been dug out, there was another hole further up but there was no way you could reach it.

“Stay there I’ll…I’ll come find you!” Dogday said, “That or I’ll find some rope.”

“Nowhere I can go!” You call up and after a few more moments of talking Dogday was off to find something to pull you up with. Which just left you here…alone…in a dark and quiet spot. Oh this was going to be terrible. You didn’t even have your phone or heck even a book on you.

Sure you were fine when you were moving around but now that you had to sit here and wait in an admittedly comfortable little spot…your eyes were drooping after the first ten minutes. You knew you should have listened to Poppy when she told you to get more rest. Jerking your head up you shook yourself trying to wake yourself up a little more. But that didn’t seem like it was working much.

“Dogday?” you tried calling up hoping that he was still nearby but with no response you had no choice but to sit and stay. “Well shit..” Your eyes grew heavier and soon against your will your eyes closed as your head dipped into the crook of your shoulder.

Only for you to jerk awake once more which quickly turned into a little spat with your body as you tried to stay awake. Too bad your body had won out eventually.

You had fallen asleep. --

“Angel!”

“Angel!!”

You cracked your eyes open to the darkness, feeling awfully comfortable in the little hole you had fallen in. Was it always this warm down here?

“Angel!” Dogday yelled whispered at you, frantically trying to get your attention. Looking up you could see him erratically moving a hand only to stop once he’s realized you were awake. “Oh thank god! Don’t move! I’ll l-lower the rope down!”

He must've found some rope. Good thing because your legs were starting to cramp from the curled position you were in, “How long was-”

“SHHHH!” He quickly hushed you. “I said don’t move! Be quiet!”

What? “Wh-why?”

“Sh! Sh! Just-quiet! And..don’t look down.”

Well now you had to look down. And when you did you had to force every bit of nerve in your body to stay still, a squeak just barely escaping your lips. Even stuck in the dark you could make out a Catnap Smiling Critter sitting right on your chest, sleeping. Little growling snores filled the space and when you looked around you could see at least one of every single smiling critter either sleeping next to you or outright on top of you.

Something touched your head and looking up revealed the rope Dogday had lowered down to you. Craftycorn had taken your right arm hostage but luckily the left one was free.

“Just hang on…gonna t-tug you up alright?” It wasn’t much of a game plan but the idea of being tugged out only to have to run was better than staying down here in a potential feeding hole. Lifting your free arm up you almost grip the rope when you feel movement.

Looking back down your eyes stare into the little Catnap’s eyes alight with their white pupils. The two of you stared at one another for a moment. It wasn’t attacking. But if you broke the spell that seemingly had overtaken the two of you…would it? You did come here after all to try and get them to go back with you, to save them.

Best case scenario Dogday pops your shoulder out of your socket while pulling you up to get you away from the man eating plushies so the both of you can run.

Worst case you become a meal.

Taking a breath you lick your dry lips “T-the prototype is dead....we can feed you. At the orphanage.” You whispered, “I can fix you up.” You knew the Critters were experiments made from children but did they even know that anymore? Dogday had made it sound like they still could understand what was going on like most normal children but would the years of being down here change their view point to follow the strongest out of the pack?

Still the little creature stared at you for a long while before it bumped its head against your cheek making a little sound.

You felt your heart beat hard in your chest as you stayed still, soon it became apparent that the little critter wasn’t going to hurt you. Lowering your arm down you carefully petted between it's ears, “Um…ya know what just let them nap for a moment.” You say while looking up at a panicked and still nervous Dogday. --

It took almost an hour before the other Smiling critters in the hole woke up and much like the Catnap one they all just stared at you. It was a little unnerving in the dark but once Dogday pulled you up and the little critters climbed up behind you, you couldn’t help but coo a little bit at them surrounding your feet.

“Ohh who’s an adorable little monster?” You smile as you pick up a Hoppy Hopscotch and scratch right under it's chin. Catnap had climbed up onto your shoulder and a Dogday one had been attached at your ankle.

“Angel…please don’t tease them like that.” Dogday’s voice was flat, clearly unamused at you acting like they were adorable little creatures and not the monstrous flesh eating plushies they were.

“But look at them!” Holding out Hoppy you pouted at the dog, “They’re harmless!...at least now they’re harmless!”

Dogday’s eye twitched at that, “I question how much self preservation you have. Lets just get them back to the orphanage. I’m sure Poppy will be happy we found more toys.” Seems the dog still had some nerves about the critters, but it was only right considering what had happened down here.

"Okay okay, I'm coming!" Pulling Hoppy back you began walking behind the dog and the smiling critters followed closely behind.

“I’m cooking all of you some beef.”

--- Please like and reblog if you like!

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime dogday #poppy playtime poppy #poppy playtime reader #dogday & reader #poppy playtime smiling critters #smiling critters #smiling critters catnap #smiling critters dogday #smiling critters hoppy hopscotch #poppy playtime player #my writing

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corviisquire · 2 months

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Creatures have colors!!

Left to Right: @moonchild-in-blue @leonsleftbicep @ghxstly-death

@pear-island

Left to Right: @a-s-levynn @foundationsofdecay @polteergeistt

They have been colored along with making some minor adjustments. If anyone wants anything changed please let me know! These creatures are yours so name them whatever you want, develop lore if ya want, and do whatever you want with them. Possible next batch will probably be made later next week.

Art notes under cut :D

I put some music drops because music inspires me too much.

Moonchild-in-blue: The blues and purples!! Opals and the insides of muscle shells inspired me a lot with the coloring (particularly the stars and moon). There’s another shell that has that shiny blue and green lining on the inside but I can’t remember the name of it. It was a full moon last night but I forgot to take a picture! Thought of you but anyways I loved coloring the lady. It was fun but I first I struggled on deciding if I wanted more blue or purple.

Some songs I listened to a lot while coloring this:

Sweet Disposition - Temper Trap

Moon Child - F16s

The Night Does Not Belong to God - you know who

Leonsleftbicep: Colors go crazy! Idk what your favorite colors are but I chose The Blue. I also incorporated some red (for yummy contrast and complementary colors). I realized this looked very vampire media core. EyAH enjoy the critter!

Some songs I listened to while coloring this:

Blue Monday - Orgy

Military Fashion Show - And One

The Apparition - do I really need to say who?

Ghxstly-death: Per your request, red and black was incorporated! Was inspired by Mohg, Lord of Blood, from Elden ring cause he has cool robes and a trident thingy. I really like how it turned out. Like I’ve been doing with every design is adding the bling and I felt gold would work well.

Was resisting the urge to put the entire One EP right here:

Get The Balance Right! - Depeche Mode

Mascara - Deftones

Jaws - Slep tonka

SEVEN HOUR SHITTER (pearisland/perryisle): You use bright colors in your art all the time so we got the colors goingggg. Little guy reminds me of Pumpkin Patch protagonist or Hollow Knight. Idk. Not much to say except TRIPLE DEATH SLIME BARRAGE!!!

No normal music for you. only Kevin Macleod and Pizza Tower ST.

A-s-levynn: More Dark Sun Gwyndolin inspiration… (you can tell I have my dark souls art books open next to me right now). As requested, tendrils/tentacles were added! I think it improved the design a whole lot because it was originally very symmetrical and the tentacles added just the right amount of asymmetry to balance out the overall look. I’m a huge fromsoft fan (playing Elden Ring, waiting for new DLC, have dark souls 1 remastered but haven’t started it yet, have bloodborne Elden ring and DS1/3 art books) so lots of my art has elements from Fromsoft games (neutron activation).

And just like everyone else, some music for the soul:

Too Late - 311

Scared Together - Silversun Pickups

Dark Signs - eepy coin

Foundationsofdecay: Again, taking more inspiration from your blog, colors and stuff. The design had subconscious influence from the game sky: children of the light. Had lotsa fun coloring it. I don’t know much about you like favorite colors or flowers but I tried my best!

Songs that inspired me:

Let It Happen - Tame Impala

Flux - Bloc Party

Rain - tired currency

Polteergeistt: The oarfish colors… A lot Of these characters have cool blues so I tried to use some teal blues to contrast the red/pink(?). “Nintendo switch core” I’m sobbing. I fixed the feet. Now my Pinterest is filled to the brim with fish images (specifically oarfish, sea jellies, and blue lobsters).

The music!!!!!:

UNDERWATER BOI - Turnstile

The Illness (Teenagers Remix) - GoodBooks

Descending - exhausted dollar

Thank you so much. All of you are such lovely people. 🫂💕🫶

#art #my art #digital art #art gift #gift art #gift #creature #oc art #OC

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lavendersartistry · 29 days

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Late Night Gossips

Space Riders AU - @onyxonline Eve Ewe, Bolt - @lavendersartistry

This fic is the promised fan episode for onyxonline's Space Riders AU! This is mainly centered as a sequel/part 2 to Once Upon A Starry Night, the gala fic! Please check Onyx out, their work is super cool!

"Thanks again for inviting us for a sleepover, your Highness!"

Poppy floated by Eve as they walked into the palace through the gardens, Kissy Missy and the other girls following behind. It had been up to two months since the gala, the missions for the Smiling Critters becoming more and more difficult since and Eve thought it was best to give them a break.

It did take a while to get Mr. Ludwig to agree on letting Poppy join in as well, but it worked perfectly in the end. Eve swore she could see stars lighting up in Poppy's eyes once she was told she was able to go.

"It's not a problem, really! You all have been working very hard in the past months, and who am I to deny you all the opportunity to get some relaxation from working to the bone?"

Behind them were the boys, guided by Bolt. It was a little strange, having a sleepover in the princess's room. In spite of the thoughts swimming through DogDay's head, he turned to Bolt.

"So how did you get Eve to let us room with you for tonight?"

Bolt kept his mouth shut, an embarrassing blush on his face. CatNap smugly signed:

'Eve did the puppy eyes. Bolt can't resist it.'

Bolt quickly turned his head to CatNap, slightly offended.

"Don't go telling my business, menace cat. But yes, I was persuaded by her with the... puppy eyes. Tell no one else about this."

DogDay only quietly chuckled. He had to take a moment to realize just how much Bolt had fallen for Eve. The two were like soulmates that hadn't realized how much they had fallen for each other.

He then wondered... would it be possible for him and Z to have that type of connection too?

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"So Eve, you and Bolt. Did he confessed yet?"

"Wait, Eve and Bolt?! When was this?!"

"Back at the gala!"

"Darn, father should have let me go!"

Bobby lightly giggled at Poppy's pouting as she applied the mud mask to CatNap's face, him eating some of the extra sliced cucumbers.

Eve busied herself brushing Kissy's pink fur as she tried to not move the attention away from her.

"It was only a dance, nothing too serious."

DogDay chuckled at the scene while he and Bolt were relaxing on the sofa. Bolt was blushing under his mask, to save himself from the embarrassment of the gala.

"Well, I believe it was best to go for a dance to calm her nerves. You all know how the council is."

Hoppy groaned, kicking her feet up.

"Boring! You two are too sickly sweet! Let's talk about DogDay!"

DogDay immediately got nervous, an imaginary sweat drop running down his face. He nervously looked at both Eve and CatNap since they knew his encounters with the infamous "Z", or "Angel" as DogDay would tend to sometimes call him.

"Maybe no-"

'No, no. We're getting into this one.'

"Oh right, didn't DogDay say something that embarrassed him for life?"

DogDay immediately hid his face with a pillow, trying to hide his embarrassment of that day the two were exposing to the others about.

"Guys no- We're just friends!"

CatNap only looked at DogDay as he slowly ate a cucumber slice, making the others laugh as DogDay became more embarrassed.

"Guys, cmon!"

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egg-emperor · 9 months

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It's unfortunate how people have forgotten how cool Eggman is lately. Like he isn't some innocent old man, or a soft wholesome dad, or goofy harmless clown, he hasn't been at any point in the games. He's genuinely super cool and badass but it's being downplayed in favor of presenting him as some silly harmless docile domestic old man

I genuinely see him reduced to things like "silly angry dad" in those posts about summarizing Sonic characters for example- and despite it being a joke (one that really misunderstands his character), it does seem it's all the majority of fandom sees him as now. It's sad when you want to appreciate the cool stuff but nobody around you seems to like it or care

Now he's mostly treated like he's just a guy who doesn't really want to be evil and is actually innocent or excusable, or wants to be a villain but he's hardly one and is just very silly and not a threat at all (that's Boom Egg not game Egg), or is just A Dad to all the characters and an uncharacteristically perfect one at that. But man I just like him as he is in game

He's a villainous egotistical scientific genius, a dangerous destructive diabolical world conquering threat! He has dark intentions and builds epic machines, has thrilling intense violent fights with enemies, is selfish, threatening and murderous, commits world shattering atrocities, enjoys being terrible and causing trouble!

One of the ways he's most entertaining is through all the crazy diabolical shit he does! He's responsible for tons of the coolest moments in the series and many of the stories wouldn't even happen without him and his schemes! A lot of his charm and charisma is in the way he thrives as a villain with his showmanship, dramatics, and passion

His determination to keep trying to reach his goals and not let anyone stop him is a strength and admirable, it's not something he needs to give up and become good and sit around doing nothing like in Frontiers forever. His agency, security, and genuine confidence in himself and is villain is great and he doesn't need to lose it

Both his creativity and how fucked up he is shows in his awesome destructive robots, weapons, and dangerous theme parks and that makes it so fun and fascinating. His qualities and what makes him entertaining and admirable are all in his villainy, showing not in silly cute harmless ways but thrilling entertaining badass ways which is great

The way he's selfish, manipulative, dangerous, and lethal makes him an exciting threat and results in shocking and impactful moments in the series when other characters are affected by his harmful actions. It also makes him and his mind interesting to dig into and explore to understand his mindset and what makes him tick too

He wants to conquer the world, make everything about him with the entire world changed and built in his superior image with his logo on everything, and rule a glorious empire full of crazy creative deadly theme parks and robots, where everybody is forced to worship and serve. And he'll raise hell and cause mass amounts of destruction to get it

He builds dangerous destructive violent robots and traps poor critters inside and theme parks designed to kill you that throws you off the coasters, tries to wipe out cities, blows up government facilities, blows up half the moon and threatens to destroy the world next, holds people hostage sometimes with a gun to head, literally broke the world apart, and awakens terrifying eldritch horror monsters to use in his plans and will fight to the death to accomplish his goals and much much more

THAT'S COOL AS FUCK

It makes me more sad than angry that this isn't recognized, appreciated, and explored by more fans and people don't get that. I just want to find more people who enjoy this and are fascinated by this and want to talk about and explore this as much as I do but most people hardly ever really give it much thought. I only know a very small amount of people who actually talk about what Eggman does in the games at all, even though everything he does is badass and exciting and deserves so much more attention

Eggman is FUCKING AWESOME and I'm always going to emphasize and appreciate that here 💜🥚

#inspired by how someone saying they wanna see more cool stuff than cute in the fandom in general #but all they see most of the time is cutesy stuff. god. felt that hard #why is it so rare and so controversial #dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #my post #eggman is cool

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neoncherryblossom · 4 days

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WIP Tag/Ask Game

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thank you @thousand-winters for the tag ❤️!

Surprisingly, not many that I haven't already mentioned so uhhh...

Am I never enough, to close the wounds that others opened? (Adrien+Plagg MLB)

Reflections are worthless, build and be strong (Felix MLB)

Our morals reflected in a shattered mirror (Metal Sonic)

Assassination attempt turned to late night cuddles (TOH)

Operation: Beat a Coven Head at his best game (TOH Hunter+Eber)

Hunter bleeds. A lot.

Why DogDay can't have anything on his own: An accidental essay by the Smiling Critters (Poppy Playtime)

(You can really see which ones I've actually worked on huh.) These are the only ones I have been actively working on but trust me, there are more.

Tagging but no pressure @trishacollins, @ninadove, @generic-sonic-fan, @no-white-dress, @possibly-a-table-or-just-gay

(I don't have enough again uggghhh.)

#ask games

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bio1 · 5 months

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Hey everyone, we final got done with act 1 of my Earthspark horror theme fan fic called "throughout a rotted oak".

Was going of this posted on Halloween (since the story takes place there) but we just didn't have enough time or energy for that then.

Anyway thank you to my friend @billie-jay for doing A lot of the writing and grammar checking with me. Couldn't done this without them. Anyway here's the first act, Enjoy.😊

Also warning this story contains: descriptions of graphic imagery and body horror.

"Throughout a rotted oak" Act one: sleepy beginnings.

Despite how close to midnight it was, the sound of footsteps could still be heard throughout the dugout. A combination of caffeine and late night movie watching was keeping Twitch Malto wide awake while the rest of her terran siblings dozed off peacefully. In her defense, if Robbie didn’t want her drinking his energy drinks, he should have kept them hidden better. And the password to her father’s Netflix account should have been more secure than ‘bumblebee123’.

Though the entirety of the terrans had all stayed up to binge as many horror movies as they could think of (with the expectation of Jawbreaker, who had his eyes closed the entire time out of fear), only Twitch was still awake. As she paced nervously up and down the dugout, she looked over her sleeping siblings one by one. Thrash was in his alt mode, somehow completely upside down. His engine was repeatedly reving up and stalling in a cycle, as if he was snoring. Jawbreaker was laying facedown on the floor, a comically small teddy bear perched carefully on top of his head. Hashtag, who had tried staying up later herself by watching youtube, had eventually fallen asleep as well, her phone autoplaying what sounded like Russian dashcam crash footage. And Nightshade… Hm, actually, she didn’t see Nightshade anywhere. Not that she was really paying attention, however. Her mind was too busy replaying everything she had seen earlier in the night over and over.

The kids had essentially gone to the horror section on Netflix and watched as many movies as they could before they got tired. From goofier horror comedies like "Critters" to things genuinely terrifying physiological thrillers like "Halloween", and some striking and odd balance of the two like "Scream". What really got to her, however, was John Carpenter's "The Thing", and not just because of what happened to those poor sled dogs. That awful, morphing monster, the way it ripped the research team apart, really stuck with her. Possibly because it reminded her of a few of Mandroid’s own creations she had to fight before, epecially that bear mutant from mother’s day.

She was so caught up in her own head that she didn’t even notice Fluffy Ears right in front of her. Twitch ended up tripping right over the family’s pet cow, who decided it would be a good idea to sleep in the middle of the dugout’s hallway. She managed to catch herself mid fall by switching into her alt mode just before hitting the ground. The sleepy calf roused her head, looked at the little red drone hovering directly in front of her, gave her a quick lick, and fell back asleep. The whole ordeal was quiet enough not to wake anyone else, but it did catch the attention of Nightshade, poking their head out from around a corner near their lab.

“Oh, Twitch, I didn’t know you were still up.” They smiled. “Is everything alright? You look nervous.”

“How can you tell that if I’m in my alt mode?”

“Well, you’re shaking. Pretty violently.”

She hadn’t even realized that, but they were right. She accidentally bumped into Fluffy Ears pretty hard. Startled, Twitch switched back into her normal mode and tried profusely apologizing to the calf. Fluffy Ears didn’t seem to mind, and got up from her spot to start aimlessly wandering around the dugout.

“I’m, uh, I’m fine, Nightshade. What are you doing over there, anyway?” Twitch attempted to change the subject, making her way over to Nightshade’s lab. At the very least, this might be a fun distraction. Nightshade’s bright green optics lit up at this, clearly excited to show someone their work.

"I am so glad you asked." They tugged on their sibling's arm and pulled them into their lab. On a table in the center was a large, ominous looking metal contraption.

"Wait, isn't that-" Twitch began, before getting cut off.

"The reverse beartrap from Saw, yes!" Nightshade beamed, proudly holding it up. "The movies we watched tonight weren't particularly the type I enjoy, but I did appreciate some of the creative inventions a few of them displayed." They looked over to see Twitch with a completely horrified expression on her face. "Oh, are you wondering if it works? I am too. This is just a prototype I whipped up based on how it was explained in the film. I was actually just about to test it-" They reached under the table and pulled out a full pumpkin. Nightshade extended their arms and eagerly gestured for Twitch to take the gourd. "Since you're up, would you like to do the honors?"

"... Actually, I was wondering why you built a torture device in the first place." She finally responded, nervously looking it over. "I mean, you've built some crazy stuff in the past, but this is, uh, kind of disturbing, Nightshade."

Nightshade looked somewhat disappointed at this, shaking their head a bit. "You've got the wrong idea! A torture device implies that the victim is meant to survive."

Nightshade set the trap down and activated it themselves. Within seconds, it ripped the pumpkin open, its guts splattering messily onto the floor.

"A person wouldn't have survived that." They added, clearly happy the machine worked as intended.

Twitch flinched and stood back, her eyes growing to the size of dinner plates.

"Twitch?" Nightshade asked, concerned. "What is-oh. I get it. Don't worry, it was never my intention to use this on any living being. I just like challenging myself, and building this seemed like it would be an interesting experiment." They began scooping the guts off the concrete floor. "The thought of this device ever actually being used for its original purpose… that's something I wouldn't even have wished on Mandroid." They muse. Noticing their sister was still silent, Nightshade approached her, a worried look forming on their features.

"Are you sure you're alright? You didn't think I was really going to-" Twitch cut them off.

"No! Oh, no, I know you wouldn't, Shady. I'm just kind of on edge tonight, I guess. Probably shouldn't have stolen Robbie's energy drinks." She attempted to brush off their concern as convincingly as she could.

"You probably shouldn't have! Caffeine can worsen the hyperactive aspects of ADHD after all." They agreed, patting her on the shoulder.

"...You think I have ADHD?"

Before Nightshade could respond, a massive crunch boomed out from above them.

"What was that!?" Twitch flew out in search of the cacophony. Nightshade, trying their best to keep up with her, tiptoed as softly as they could to prevent waking the others. They found Twitch looking through the camera screens in the main room of the dugout. There was nothing unusual on live feed, just a few autumn leaves blowing past the cameras Nightshade has placed around the ranch.

"Should we-" Nightshade began, getting cut off again.

"Check it out? Yes, obviously!" She seemed a little too excited to see what was out there. Perhaps she was just looking for an excuse to feel useful, or burn off some of her energy.

Without a second of hesitation, she switched to her alt mode and flew outside, wildly darting around the sky above the dugout. Twitch changed back into bot mode as she landed on the barn's roof. With the moonlight nearly hidden behind a thick layer of clouds, it was almost pitch black outside. Nightshade caught up with their energetic sister, surprised to see her standing still as a statue.

"Twitch! There is nothing out here but the nocturnal wildlife. Perhaps it was a raccoon who made that sound." Nightshade said.

Twitch responded in a shaky tone. "Nightshade, what kind of raccoon could make a noise that loud?"

"...One with rabies?"

"Wait! Listen for a moment." She hushed, falling silent again.

Nightshade listened for something out there to satisfy their sister's paranoia. "I hear nothing Twitch."

"Exactly, Nightshade! There's nothing! No crickets chirping, none of the cows are making any sound, there aren't even moths near the lights!" She exclaimed frantically.

"Oh goodness, you're right. Now that is odd. The only time it's ever perfectly quiet outside is when there is something…dangerous around."

Nightshade glared in front of them, attempting to make out the source of the eerie calmness.

"That tree… wasn't there before." They noted, their voice shaky as they pointed ahead.

Twitch turned to see what her sibling was referring to. In the middle of the forest, several hundred meters away from the barn, a massively tall, crooked tree stood high above the rest. It only has three twisted branches, growing out of its spindly stalk in such a way to vaguely resemble a humanoid figure with bending limbs. One branch in the middle rounded out at the end to form the "head" of this horrific plant.

"Ok, so that certainly wasn't a raccoon then." Nightshade commented. Their sister began switching into her alt mode, before the younger green bot grabbed hold of her. "Twitch, wait! Going out to investigate… whatever that is right away probably isn't a good idea. We should at least think this through first."

Twitch struggled in their grip for a second before shaking herself off, but didn't immediately fly out like she wanted to. "What's the hold up? You seriously want to just head in and call it a night?" She snapped at them.

"No, of course not. I just think we shouldn't do it alone." They added, remaining calm.

"And give that tree-thing a chance to move in first? I don't think so." Twitch shifted and took off into the sky. Reluctantly, Nightshade changed into their alt mode as well, flying directly in front of her to block her path.

"Twitch! What's gotten into you?" They asked frantically. Thankfully for them, Twitch did stop on her tracks. "You clearly aren't doing well tonight. Whatever's got you troubled, I'm here for you, and so is the rest of the family."

"We clearly have bigger issues than my anxiety to deal with right now!" She shouted. "Things like… that are just more proof I haven't been doing enough to keep us safe."

"Is that what this is about? Twitch, this isn't your fault-" she cut them off.

"Well it'll be both of our faults if that tree monster gets its dirty roots on the others because we were busy screwing around here!"

Nightshade wasn't sure how to respond. Twitch’s panicked tone and expression afe it clear how stressed and out of it she was. But how were they supposed to comfort her? This entire situation was making it hard for even them to think, especially with that giant tree staring at them-

Wait, the tree was staring at them?

Nightshade slowly turned their head to get a better look, and to their horror, the tall head of the ominous tree had sprouted a pair of huge, glowing eyes.

“We need to go back inside, now!” They grabbed Twitch's arm with their talons, dragging their sister behind them. Almost involuntarily, the younger mech let out an owlish screech as they dived back into the dugout from the entrance in the barn's roof.

Switching back into their alt mode, Nightshade rushed over to the console displaying the security cameras’ feds. They displayed nothing but static, oddly enough. Nightshade, frustrated and confused, frantically tried fixing the console, but nothing seemed to be working.

After a few moments, Twitch quietly approached her sibling, meekly tapping them on the shoulder. “Shady, I need to tell you something…”

“I'm not mad at you, Twitch. Just, I need to focus right now-”

“That's not what an owl sounds like.” She continued.

Nightshade stopped what they were working on and turned to face her. “...I'm sorry?”

“I've been meaning to say this ever since you got your alt mode, but that owl screech you do isn't actually what owls sound like. The noise you make is more like an eagle or a hawk.”

Nightshade just sort of stared at her, not sure what to say.

“Oh.” Was all they could think of as a response.

“Wait, why would you bring that up now?”

“I'm sorry! I'm scared! I can't even really think straight, it feels like my brain is shutting down…” She grabbed onto her head and shook it, as if trying to forcefully wake herself up.

Nightshade tried to go back to fixing the camera system, but found that their own mind felt somewhat fuzzy as well. They've repaired similar errors on this exact console plenty of times before. Yet for some reason, the solution just wasn't coming to them now.

“It had eyes, didn't it? That's what those were, in the tree, I mean. Huge eyes.” Twitch finally spoke, her usually fast speaking voice noticeably low in energy. “Do you think… that was something Ghost made?”

“I can't imagine what use they would have with a giant, monstrous tree.” Nightshade answered, putting down the wires they were fiddling with. “We should alert the others.”

“...Right.” their sister responded. She glided over to the nearest Malto sibling, that being Hashtag. The large purple mech was still peacefully dozing off with her phone now playing, of all things, Wendigoon’s conspiracy theory iceberg. As if this whole situation wasn't ominous enough.

Twitch gently nudged the larger bot’s shoulder. “Hashtag? Get up, something happened.”

No response. She was still completely out of it.

“H-hashtag?” Twitch shook her sister a little more forcefully now.

She still didn't stir.

“HASHTAG! WAKE UP!” Twitch yelled as loudly as possible, but this didn't do much besides startle the already well-awake Nightshade.

The smaller red bot, frustrated at this point, switched into her alt mode and fired a laser several inches from her sleeping sister. This also accomplished nothing.

“Twitch! What on earth are you doing?” Nightshade called out frantically.

“I wasn't going to hit her! I… I couldn't think of anything else, I thought that would work.” She admitted, her voice shaky.

Twitch flew over to Thrash and Jawbreaker, shouting their names and firing controlled lasers inches from their bodies in a reckless attempt to wake them. The brothers were similarly out cold, however, and nothing she did had any affect on them.

“You need to stop that! If you miss and hit them…” Nightshade began, cutting themselves off as they watched the red drone revert to her bot mode, a defeated and exhausted expression washing over her face. Her large yellow optics seemed to almost wobble in place, a streaking, cold light emanating from them. Nightshade got the impression that if Cybertronians were physically capable of shedding tears, she'd be sobbing right now.

“What's going on, Shady?” She barely managed to speak, nearly choking on every word.

Seeing their usually cheerful, energic sister in such a miserable state was utterly heartbreaking for Nightshade. It wasn't her fault, but Twitch seemed to truly believe whatever misfortune her family had fallen upon somehow could have been prevented by her.

Nightshade, not being the best at emotional support, tried to go for a more practical way of comforting her. “They… they aren't dead.” The younger Terran informed her. Walking over to Jawbreaker, Nightshade gently pried his eyelids apart to reveal intact, glowing optics. They weren't responding to any stimuli, but the fact that they were on was proof that the bots were in some kind of comatose state.

“How did you…” Twitch started speaking, but seemingly lost the strength to continue partway through her question.

“How did I know?” Nightshade presumptively finished for her. Twitch nodded in confirmation. “I've installed vital trackers in all of us. If any of us were to go offline, I would get an alert.” They informed her.

“Oh, that's good. Thank you.” She seemed a little relieved, before realizing the full consequences of what her sibling just admitted. “Wait, I don't remember… when did you install those?”

“That's not really something we need to worry about now…” Nightshade mumbled, not expecting her to question their actions.

“...Nightshade, how many… things have you added to us?” She lowered her gaze a bit, inquisitively. Before questioning them further, her optics lit up, having remembered something.

“I just realized, we never saw Fluffy Ears!” She blurted out frantically. Twitch began zooming around the dugout in her altmode, looking for the baby cow.

Nightshade gave a sigh of relief that her line of questioning was over for now, and joined her in the search.

“Where was she last?” They called out, looking around their lab while Twitch scanned the dugout’s hall.

“I… I don't know, she just sort of wandered off-Oh!” Twitch flew over to a far corner of the room.

“I found her! What are you doing over here, silly cow…” Twitch nudged the calf, who seemed to be fast asleep, resting her head on her flank. Fluffy Ears didn't stir, however.

“...Fluffy Ears?” Twitch was significantly more worried as she spoke this time, her voice getting louder. The calf didn't respond.

Nightshade looked over their sister's shoulders, noting that, thankfully, the little cow was still breathing.

“That's odd, very odd… whatever happened to our siblings seems to be affecting her as well.” Nightshade leaned down and gently stroked Fluffy Ears head, mostly in an attempt to calm themselves down. This entire situation wasn't making any sense, and that scared them. They needed to remain calm, however, if only to reassure Twitch.

The smaller bot looked to her sibling for answers.

“...Do you think it's gotten to everyone in the house?”

“Are you referring to whatever has put everyone here to sleep?” Nightshade attempted to clarify.

“Yeah, I mean, if it got to Fluffy Ears… Mom, Dad, Robbie, and Mo are also organic.”

“That's a good point, actually.” Nightshade pondered. They didn't even think of that. “Are we dealing with some kind of virus that affects both organics and bots? Does such a thing even exist?”

“Forget virus, it's obviously coming from that messed up tree outside.”

“The tree? That can't be right. How could it even…” Nightshade was at a complete loss.

“Seriously, Nightshade? This thing shows up, and suddenly, all of our family is out cold. That can't be a coincidence.” She was exasperated.

“I agree it's strange, but there shouldn't be any way a plant could incapacitate both organics and Cybertronians by just… I don't even know…” Their head was starting to throb like a migraine. Trying to think critically was physically hurting them.

The two siblings just stood there, feeling their own bodies growing weaker with every passing second. It was a sensation similar to being sedated. A feeling they probably would have given into, had Twitch not noticed a strange black tendril poking out of a nearby vent.

“Is that a rat?” Twitch asked groggily. Wouldn't be the first time a rat got into the dugout. But said rats usually weren't so long. And slithering…

“Nightshade! Get down!” Twitch jumped and pushed her sibling down to the ground, just before a huge tendril swung at their head. The tendril instead hit the monitors Nightshade had attempted to fix. A single whack caused not only all the monitors to shatter, but the concrete wall behind them to violently crack.

Nightshade's optics widened with horror. There was no question about it. If that tendril had hit them instead, their head would have been knocked clean off.

The tendril dove for the pair of them, seeming to know exactly where they were despite not having eyes. They both moved to opposite sides, barely avoiding getting stabbed. As it pulled out of the small hole it burrowed into the floor, the tendril opened up for a second, briefly revealing a crimson reptilian eye that scanned the room before closing again.

Nightshade, in an effort to get out of the way, bumped into the table they had placed the reverse bear trap onto earlier. It fell into their lap with a clattering thud. An idea came to them, and they armed the trap to go off again.

“Twitch, take this and have it drive for you again! When it gets close, have it aim for the trap! I think it only keeps its eyes open for a few seconds at a time!”

Twitch, being the faster of the two even in her groggy state, agreed with a nod and flew past the tendril, the trap in her grasp. It took the bait and launched itself directly towards her, where it got the last several feet of its body caught in the trap’s mechanisms.

The tendril squirmed and rattled as the reverse beartrap’s countdown ticked. After a few agonizingly long seconds, it finally went off. Just as it had with the pumpkin earlier in the night, it absolutely ripped its prey apart with ease. Shards of metal and some kind of fleshy material flew to all corners of the dugout.

The worst part wasn't the sight of the impact, however, it was the dreadful noise it made. Whatever the tendril was attached to screamed in pain as its appendage was destroyed. It had a cry like a nuclear siren, low, loud, and ear-piercing. It felt like something you were never meant to hear, and simply perceiving was a sign that you as the listener were at death’s door.

What remained of the tendril receded back through the vents, leaking a runny black liquid with an odd, iridescent shimmer. A few of the larger chunks that had been ripped open were still slightly animate, curling where they lay like a dying spider.

Nightshade cautiously approached what appeared to be the eye of the tendril, or atleast what was left of it.

It was a translucent, jelly-like red substance with an awful black slit for a pupil that had sort of melted into the iris due to its injury. Said pupil shuddered in place one last time as Nightshade got closer, almost as if it could still perceive the bot somehow.

“Nightshade! Are you alright right!?” Twitch said, sounding out of breath despite not actually having lungs.

“Yes, I'm just a bit scratched up. It's nothing but a bit of polish won't get out.”

Without saying anything else, Nightshade grabbed and chugged down one of the energy drinks that their sister left out. “I know I said earlier that us drinking these was probably a bad idea, but I think they might help.” Their sister nervously fiddled with the can’s lid before managing to get it open for herself.

Nightshade scooped up what's left of the otherworldly tendril and brought it back to their lab.

Pausing to consider their next move, Nightshade eventually settled on attaching the still pulsating fleshy bits to a battery hooked up to a light bulb. After a few seconds, the light dimmed before going out completely. The battery was instantly dead.

“It appears you were right after all. Whatever this thing is, it emits some kind of field that drains energy from anything it's near.” Nightshade concluded.

“So that's what makes us feel so exhausted?” Twitch looked very concerned, her optics darting between Nightshade and her unconscious siblings.

“More than likely, yes. And you might have already guessed this, but I assume it's also keeping all our organic family members asleep. My current theory is that this is a hunting tactic.”

Twitch knew immediately what they were getting at. “Sleeping prey can't fight back.”

“Exactly.” Nightshade confirmed. “The fact that we were previously awake is most likely the only reason why we aren't currently unconscious.”

An uneasy silence filled the dugout. The siblings stood in place, the air around them cold and heavy with tension. Without saying a word, both of them knew what the other was thinking: that monster would be back any moment, and they couldn't keep up the energy to fight it back for long. It was a terrible calm before the storm, a feeling reminiscent of succumbing to hypothermia. An overwhelming, intoxicating urge to close your eyes and drift into a sleep you were well aware you'd never wake up from.

And at this moment, every light in the dugout switched off.

END OF ACT 1

To be continued...

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critter-genfic-events · 1 month

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This week, we have nein lovely hair care fics! Come enjoy some tender love and care. Check them out under the cut, and as ever, comment or kudos if you like them!

Routine by RainyDayDecaf (2902,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Beau & Essek

A part of a series where tm9 find a feebleminded Essek, this fic features Beau cutting Essek's hair and giving him a sense of comfort no one was expecting

Reccer says: I adore this series in general, but this specific fic just hit all the right spots for me comfort wise.

won't you try to be kind to that wandering mind? by GrayintoGreen (2566,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Fearne & Laudna & Imogen

Fearne gets to have a little bit of girls-only bonding time with Imogen and Laudna

Reccer says: It's a great Fearne point of view, plus early campaign bonding time!

fate (is but dandruff) by Meridas (1794,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Mollymauk & Yasha

A newly resurrected Mollymauk and Yasha cut their hair together

Reccer says: It feels like healing

Shave and a Haircut (Two Bits) by MasterQwertster (1749,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Ashton Greymoore & Laudna

Laudna has a rock chisel in her hair and Ashton’s could use a… trim, for lack of a better term.

Reccer says: A fun look at taking care of crystal hair and friendship between Laudna and Ashton.

trimmed by Chanse (SpottedEnchants) (239,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Essek & Yasha

essek inspects the aftermath of yasha's help

Reccer says: It's short, sweet, and very poignant

there is no other version of this story by Otocyon (625,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Vex and Vax

Vex tries to talk to Vax

Reccer says: Lovely, lyrical and heartbreaking

With no Lapidary by Operafloozy (960,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings:

Ashton's hair requires a little extra work to take care of - much like the genasi himself

Reccer says: An interesting thought I never had before - if Ashton's hair is actually gemstones, how did he learn to take care of it?

Three Years, Six Beacons, Nein Braids by devil_seabird_king (ShaaKi) (1818,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Essek & Verin Thelyss

Verin visits Essek in prison, talks about the nein, and braids his hair

Reccer says: I liked it

tell me there's another song by yelenavasilyevna (7220,Mature) Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, discussion of child abuse (Caleb's backstory) Pairings: Astrid Becke/Caleb Widogast, Astrid Beck/Eadwulf Grieve

A post-canon character study about the newly appointed Master Astrid Becke. Astrid copes with the political and ethical horror show that Ikithon has left for her to clean up, while reconnecting with Bren as he teaches her his transmogrification spell. Uses haircutting and Astrid's hair as a framing device.

Reccer says: Class tension, Astrid on the assembly, Astrid in the memory prison rooms of the nein-sided tower, Astrid talking to students, Astrid and Eadwulf trying to be people after a lifetime of being weapons, Astrid and Caleb doing magic together, and gratuitous use of the title "Master Becke"

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And hey, anyone includes you!

Next week, we'll be featuring Pre-Campaign fics!

Then, it'll be Crashing A Party, Calamity Focused, and then Transformation!

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angelbaby-fics · 2 years

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HAIIII! HUGE fan of your work 💗 May i pwease request a Stucky x little!reader fic where your a Target (or any huge store liek it) with Steve and you been bad all week so you can’t get toys, so you start being bratty and run off and then once he has a whole goose chase to find you, and he says the dreaded “just wait til bucky hears about this.” with timeout and spanking ends with fluff! SORRY IF ITS TOO MUCH ! Feel free to skip! Have a wonderful day !

Crime And Punishment

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I love this request omg 🥺 also for future reference I just personally don't write spankings but you didn't know so thats ok! I hope you still like it despite that!! 💕💕

You stomped proudly across the linoleum floors, your sneakers lighting up with every step. You usually liked to sit in the basket of the cart as one of your daddies pushed you around the store, but today you were eager to show off your new shoes. The shelves around you were stocked to nearly overflowing, but you had your sights set on just one thing. As you rounded the corner into the next aisle, you zeroed in on the boxes of Calico Critters all stacked in a row. Shaking your hand free from Steve’s firm grasp, you began to skip your way over to the shelf, reaching out and nearly grabbing the nearest box to you when suddenly a tug on the strap of your overalls pulled you stumbling back.

“Hey now, you know better than to run away from me in a big store.” Steve said, coming up from behind you and placing a big hand on your shoulder.

You turned your body towards him, but kept your eyes on the toys.

“Dada look! New furniture for my babies!” You said, reaching out to the rows and rows of colored boxes with a grin, but Steve only shook his head.

“Not today, baby.” Steve replied, knowing you well enough to know what you were going to ask without you even posing the question.

Your stomach dropped and your smile disappeared. Surely Steve wasn’t going to let you leave the store without a little treat, was he? Maybe he thought you were asking for the whole shelf, which, to be fair, was something you would do. To show how reasonable you could be, you grabbed a smaller box of accessories and held it out towards Steve.

“Just one, dada?” You asked in the sweetest voice you could muster, But Steve wasn’t letting up.

“No, sweetie, not on this trip.” He replied, the patience starting to drain from him as evidenced by his less-than-enthusiastic tone of voice.

You stomped your foot in frustration.

“And that's exactly why.” Steve said with the kind of sternness that you rarely had to hear but you hated all the same. “You’ve been acting up like this lately and I’m not going to entertain it anymore. Now put it back and let’s go.”

He was right, you had been acting quite spoiled lately. It wasn’t entirely your fault; Steve and Bucky were weak to your pleading and had a bad habit of giving you everything you asked for. They’d sat you down earlier that week to let you know that from now on, special treats and toys had to be earned, and so far, you weren’t taking that transition well. Even when Bucky came home one day with a big box full of stickers, and Steve spent hours drawing up the perfect chart for you to track your good behavior, you just didn’t want to have to wait until your chart was full to get a new set of clothes for your Calico Critters. You decided to pull out your secret weapon.

“Pretty please, Dada? I’ll be really good, I promise.” You asked, your eyes wide and watery. Your lower lip jutted out as you made eye contact with Steve, expecting his stern face to break like usual, but it never happened.

“Just drop it, honey. Please don’t cause a scene here.” He glanced to the side, almost regretting his decision to stand firm. “But… I said please!” You tried to reason, but you couldn’t help your frustration coming out with a whine in your voice.

“And I said no! Now put it back.” Steve raised his voice, not loud enough for the whole store to hear, but enough to turn the heads of the other people occupying the store aisle. You felt all their eyes on you, and immediately felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment. With a caregiver as famous as Steve Rogers, you knew that you, in some capacity, had a reputation to uphold. And now all the local shoppers could see that Captain America’s little one was behaving like a brat. Shame filled your belly as your pleading eyes turned to actually tearful ones. The box still in your hand, your only goal now was to get away from all the people around you, so you turned and bolted down the aisle.

Steve sighed. He knew that this new rule was going to be hard to enforce, and he expected at least a tantrum or two on your end. You’d never been this naughty before, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. He abandoned the cart at the end of the aisle so it wouldn’t block anybody’s walkway and muttered a quick “sorry” to the other customers before chasing after you. Once Steve emerged from the aisle, he looked around, scanning as much of the store as he could see with his enhanced vision until he spotted the lights of your shoes glittering from under a rack of clothing. He marched his way over and pushed a chunk of hangers aside to reveal you huddled in on yourself, the toy box still in your clutch.

“Come on.” Steve commanded, his hand outstretched but not at all inviting. You pushed yourself up and walked towards Steve, who hooked his arm around you and sat you on his hip, no longer allowing you the chance to run away again. He grabbed the toy box from your hands a bit rougher than he meant to.

“Am I in trouble?” You whimpered as Steve carried you back to the abandoned cart, clearing a space amongst the items and lowering you, still gently as always, into the basket.

“That’s up to Bucky to decide” He replied coldly. “Now I don’t want to hear another word out of you until we get home.

You both knew that Steve didn’t have the heart to follow through with punishments the way he should, and you both knew that Bucky did. If Steve were the one to do it, you’d probably be able to get away with a 30 minute timeout, and probably not even have to serve a full sentence. Bucky, on the other hand, had far less tolerance for misbehavior, and Steve tended to allocate the punishments to him. It was like a good cop/bad cop situation but with dadas.

You sat in uncomfortable silence as Steve picked up the last few items on his shopping list and proceeded to the checkout. He made short but friendly small talk with the cashier while you fiddled with your shoelace. The friendly employee noticed your poor mood and offered you a lollipop from behind the counter, but Steve declined on your behalf before you could accept it. He paid for his items and took all the bags in one arm, guiding the cart into the station and lifting you to his hip with the other.

The ride home was equally tense, with Steve opting for a podcast he knew you’d find boring instead of the radio or your favorite playlist. The entire way back to the compound, you sat anxiously running your hands up and down the straps of your car seat and occasionally glancing at Steve in the rearview mirror. You hoped to find some comfort in his face, but he just kept his mouth straight and his eyes on the road. When your car pulled into the garage, he unstrapped you from your car seat without a word and carried you and the groceries to the elevator before setting you down to walk into the apartment on your own.

When the doors opened into your home, Bucky was waiting with a smile to welcome you in and help put away the groceries, but his smile dropped as soon as he saw Steve’s angry face and your terrified one.

“Bedroom. Now. Bucky and I need to talk first before we decide what your punishment will be.” Steve commanded, and you gave him one last pleading look before trudging to your room.

“What happened?” Bucky asked, his voice full of concern.

“That one,” Steve replied, not bothering to check if you were still within earshot as he began stacking frozen foods into the freezer, “threw a fit in the middle of the store for everyone to see. Completely disrespected me and all the good behavior we’ve been trying to instill.”

“I see,” Bucky nodded, “and what did you do about it?”

“Well I- I didn’t do anything.” Steve faltered, looking to the ground. “I just sort of yelled. God, I should have handled that better.”

“No, Steve, it's okay,” Bucky reassured him. “You were right to talk to me about it, it's good that we work this out together. Now, tell me everything.”

As Steve recounted your incident in the store, you sat on the floor of your room, your back against the wall and your head in your hands. This was it, you just knew it. There was no way your daddies would want to take care of you anymore after you’d disrespected Steve like that. You braced yourself for the moment they would come into your room and tell you to pack up your things, never to see them again. The minutes felt like hours as your thoughts spiraled deeper and deeper into despair. When the knock finally came to your door, you couldn’t even muster the courage to tell your daddies to come in.

“Sweetie? It’s Baba, please open up.” Bucky spoke through the door, but you were too anxious to move.

“We just want to talk, honey.” Steve chimed in, his voice far softer and sweeter than it had been earlier in the day. “Is it okay if we come in?”

You nodded, then realized they couldn’t see you, so you choked out a hoarse “ok” and the doorknob turned.

Steve’s already broken heart cracked a little more at the sight of you cowered in your room. He felt so bad for losing his temper in the store. Not wanting to scare you more, the two men remained in the doorway. They wanted nothing more than to just run over and cradle you and forget the whole thing, but they knew that in the big picture, this was a family discussion that needed to happen.

“Before we start, do you have anything to say to us?” Bucky asked, and you nodded eagerly before spilling out all the words that had been stuck bouncing in your head all afternoon.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I’m sorry I threw a fit in the store and I’m sorry I ran away. I love you Dada and I love you Baba. I love you more than all the toys in the world! Please don’t make me go away forever!” You dissolved into tears, hiccuping the last words of your speech.

If Steve and Bucky even had any more heart left to break, it was in microscopic pieces right now. Steve was the first to come to you, pushing past Bucky and scooping you into his arms and holding you fast against his chest.

“Angel, we would never make you go away if you don’t want to.” He reassured, kissing your tears away as Bucky joined the two of you in a hug sandwich.

“We love you more than anything in the world,” Bucky added, “and all we want is to talk, so we can keep loving you, and so you can keep loving us too. Okay?”

“Okay,” you sniffed, your face still buried against Steve’s shoulder.

“We’re so proud of you for apologizing, doll.”

“And Dada wants to apologize too.” Steve added.

“You do?” You asked, looking up at him.

“I do. I’m sorry I raised my voice at you in the store.”

“And you snatched the toy out of my hand.” You whispered quietly.

“I did, didn’t I? Dada can be a little scary even when he doesn’t mean to be, huh? I’m so sorry, sweetheart, do you forgive me?”

You nodded again.

“I forgive you too, angel.” Steve hugged you even closer, careful not to break you with his strength.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we do still need to discuss the consequences of today’s incident.” Bucky interrupted the moment.

You sighed, knowing that just an apology wasn’t going to be enough, but still hoping your good behavior would lighten your sentence. You readied yourself for the possibility of losing screen time for the foreseeable future, or going to bed before sundown all summer long.

“We were discussing in the living room,” Bucky began, “and we think it would be fair that you go to bed early tonight, and no dessert after dinner.”

Your head perked up from Steve’s chest.

“That’s all?” You asked, hoping this wouldn’t make them reconsider and add more time to your punishment.

“Not quite.” Bucky continued with a smirk, and Steve looked at him incredulously.

“Buck, that’s all we discussed. What else do you have in mind?” “As punishment for shouting in the store, Dada must give his baby 25 kisses. Does that sound fair, baby?” Bucky turned to you with a grin.

You giggled and nodded.

“Well, I guess I can’t argue with that judgment.” Steve said, before swooping in to attack you with sweet and sincere kisses.

With caregivers like these, you made a promise in your heart to never disobey ever again… or at least try really really hard to be good!

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nadineross · 3 months

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can white critical role fans be fucking normal. no, they shouldn’t get sucked off for donating money to gaza when marquet is LITERALLY inspired by palestine. this is the bare minimum and quite frankly a little late. and here come white critters patting themselves on the back for telling cr to donate.

‼️‼️NON-MENA PEOPLE, BE FUCKING NORMAL ABOUT THIS POST‼️‼️

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utilitycaster · 1 year

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It's not like most fans don't care enough about the reasons why FCG would do that to put any thought about it, no no no, this is clearly Sam FCG being so so selfish and inconsiderate to the rest of the characters (sarcasm)

I think a bunch of the criticism is valid, but some critters just grabbed what Taliesin said in 4SD and ran with it without analysing more than surface level. Like, don't get me wrong, Tal is very much correct, and Imogen is more than in her right to be mad at FCG, but it's almost like those fans are dead set on the idea that Imogen is the protagonist (something Laura seems to be very hurt by the idea) and god forbid the comedic relief character does something to ruin her story

Hi anon,

I'm going to save my longer discussion for a separate ask or a post, and I agree with most of this, but I do want to clarify or push back on a few things. It's a relatively small if particularly loud and dumb group, honestly, all things considered, who are saying this. For what it's worth, I do not actually think it's terribly valid for Imogen to be as harsh with FCG as she is - again, she didn't have to follow them in the first place and she had a chance to leave. She reminds me of a guy in one of my grad school practicums (practica?) who, whenever something went wrong, would say "I said this wouldn't work" (he hadn't) until one late night I lost my shit at him, which, not proud about, but he did shut the fuck up. Anyway, this is what I plan to write some more about elsewhere, but Imogen is deeply judgmental and impatient and dismissive of most people, even her allies.

I also want to clarify on the comic relief designation because I think you're saying that from the perspective of the "um, actually, Imogen is a perfect sweet baby victim who never did anything wrong and everyone is so mean to me - I mean her" crowd but like...Liam said it best in the TLOVM watch parties. The thing about "comic relief" characters is that in the set up of them as kind of ridiculous, you provide a huge potential for a drop into tragedy; when Grog or Scanlan are upset it's particularly moving because they're usually being silly. Like, I've been critical myself of some of the credit Sam has gotten in the past for fairly basic D&D choices (although while Sam gets that credit you are correct that the fandom rarely considers him a favorite), but the reason even those simpler moments hit so hard is because you don't expect them from a character you've mentally shoved into the "comic relief" slot.

I've found FCG's exploration of religion - which is realistically clumsy and misguided and at times silly, but also incredibly earnest and true - to be an unexpected highlight, and like, it's fine if people don't like it, but like, go to therapy for your religious trauma; FCG is extremely not the cause, and in the end both FCG and FRIDA believe it is good to be there behind the gate to help people! Look, I would vastly prefer altruism that comes from a genuine empathy for other people and desire to provide from their needs rather than it coming from a desire to collect Heaven Reward Points (not that I think that's what FCG is doing, nor the motivation for all religiously-originated altruism, but I suspect that's how some people are reading it), but like, the homeless shelter open to people of all backgrounds and genders isn't interrogating the reasons why various people donate. A good deed is a good deed and FCG is doing this to help the trapped people and, later, Umudara.

Finally, what's interesting to me about that line from Taliesin is that I agree with Ashton that FCG's self-sacrifice is a liability...but look at Ashton! Look at Ashton, who will without thinking accept indebtedness to Jiana Hexum because it's what they think they deserve! Pot, meet kettle! I think Ashton is far too cynical for martyrdom, and does have a self-preservation instinct, but good lord does he hate himself sometimes to the point of punishment, and that's really not much different and nearly as much of a liability.

#answered #Anonymous #critical role spoilers

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maitaitiu · 1 month

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love's shining circle OCxCanon week 2024 Day 6: "an intimate moment" Pairing type: platonic + romantic (unlabelled) Canon Character: Zelda OC: Lila Fandom: the legend of zelda botw/age of calamity Wordcount: 1704

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CWS: mentions of death/murder

Synopsis: Both Lila and Zelda are desperate for some sense of normalcy. Both are just children forced to bear a burden they never asked for. It's nothing an evening walk in the woods can solve, but it might help a little bit. (set pre-calamity)

Lila pulled a brush gently through her horse’s silvery mane. It was evening, but for once the night was still.

It usually was in Castletown, after all. As the residents slept the night away, safe from the critters that ruled the night. Safe from winds and monsters and any natural sounds that might dare to exist nearby, shielded by unnatural brick walls and guarded by stern guardsmen.

Lila wasn’t the biggest fan of Castletown. It was too busy, too rich… the people were too distant from each other. Emotionally, anyway. Physically, houses and streets were so cramped together it was hard to go anywhere without knocking into people’s shoulders. It was an awful combination.

Humming to herself as she brushed her horse’s mane was a simple, quiet way for Lila to calm herself down after another long day away from home, without drawing too much attention to herself.

She missed Lurelin so much. And her parents.

She knew she had a supposed duty here in Castletown- or wherever Princess Zelda went- but the homesickness never really faded. She was doubtful that it ever would.

Her horse- Eponine- snuffled and chewed at Lila’s hair, so she ceased brushing her for a moment. She found a carrot in one of her bags, and held it out to the horse, who took it and munched on it happily.

“Good work today,” Lila mumbled, petting Eponine’s face as she ate the snack, “It was a very long day.”

The horse gave no response other than nuzzling the side of Lila’s face, which made her smile slightly.

“Oh, Lila. You’re here quite late.”

The young knight turned, a little startled, and was greeted by the calming sight of Princess Zelda, still in her travelwear, and who had appeared in the doorway of the stables that led into the Castle itself. Lila made to bow, out of instinct, but was cut off by Zelda.

“You don’t need to do that. May I speak with you?”

Lila stood back up and gave Eponine’s mane one last brush, before putting her equipment away. She turned back to Zelda, and nodded, “Of course.”

She watched as Zelda crossed over the stables and sat down on a hay bale. After the Princess patted the space next to her, Lila sat down as well without hesitation.

Zelda fiddled with the fabric of her shirt for a minute. Lila stayed quiet, kept her hands folded neatly in her lap as she’d been taught to, and waited.

“Lila, have you ever…” Zelda paused, “Have you…”

She took a deep breath, and then shook her head.

“Sorry. This is stupid.”

“Have I… what, Princess?” Lila pried, watching her friend closely.

Zelda pursed her lips. Lila tried not to focus on them too much, and instead looked up at Zelda’s eyes. And noticed the dark shadows hanging beneath them. How much sleep had she been getting recently?

“Have you ever considered what it might be like to be… normal?”

Lila blinked.

To be honest, she had. She knew exactly what Zelda meant. She had never asked for her destiny as the Goddess’ Chosen Knight, just as she knew Zelda had never asked to be the Princess, or for her still-dormant powers.

However, as she thought, Lila’s silence seemed to be misinterpreted by Zelda, who’s face bloomed with a soft pink in embarrassment, and she quickly tried to backtrack.

“Of course you haven’t. It was a ridiculous question, I’m sorry-”

“I have!” Lila cut in, and then felt her own face warm up, shocked at her own interruption, “Sorry!”

But Zelda just stared at her with wide eyes.

“Go on…?” the Princess asked quietly.

Lila froze. Took a deep breath. And once the words started coming, she could hardly stop herself.

“Well. I do like swordfighting, and protecting you. And, um, people. but I like lots of other things too. I always just wanted to be an adventurer like my parents, maybe even on the seas. I’d love to sail to new lands and learn about new plants and animals. I like to play music, and dance, and feed the dogs and cats and other animals back home. I like to watch the sun set and rise over the sea,” she sighed, “I can’t do any of that here… I miss it. And I miss my family. Very much.”

“You can go home to Lurelin though, right?” Zelda asked, eyebrows furrowed, “And visit them?”

“My family aren’t there,” Lila said quietly, and hesitated for a long moment before adding, “My parents were killed. By the Yiga Clan. Because I was chosen by the Sword.”

When she turned back to the Princess, her face was pale, and her eyes wide and stricken.

“I’m so sorry.” Zelda whispered, “I’m so, so sorry.”

Her eyes filled with tears that spilled over like a waterfall as she apologised over and over, and Lila reached out to hold her hands gently.

“It’s not your fault.” She murmured.

“But- I still- I just…” Zelda’s breath hitched, and she curled in on herself. “I’m sorry.”

Lila, knowing this was improper but not caring at the current moment, where there was nobody there to see, pulled Zelda into her arms, and rested her chin on the other girl’s head.

“It’s not your fault,” she repeated, “It’s not yours. It’s not mine. None of this is our fault. This isn’t fair. And I hate it, too. I wish we could just be normal kids.”

“I… I heard some of the castle staff gossiping the other day,” Zelda choked out through her tears, “About nothing much. But they were talking about their first crushes, and old schoolyard drama, and just… things that are so normal to everyone else… But my… my whole life… has just been this…People getting hurt ‘cause of me… Failing over and over and OVER again. And I’m just… so sick of it!”

Lila tightened her embrace of Zelda.

“I’m so tired of all of this, Lila. I want to attend school, I want to learn how to farm, or, or be a librarian. I want to be a teacher. And a researcher. I want to fall in love, and sneak out with my partner, and pick berries in the woods and cloudgaze, and, and... What did I do wrong?! Why is this my life?!”

“It’s not your fault.” Lila whispered, “It’s not. It’s not.”

And then, spurred on by what was possibly insanity, and possibly bravery, but most likely both, she curved her hand around to hold Zelda’s tightly.

“Let’s go.” She said, and Zelda looked up at Lila, confused, her eyes red, and tears still rolling down her cheeks. “Let’s sneak out. Let’s go pick some berries. And we can stargaze ‘til the sun comes up. I can show you where the North Star is.”

“What…?” Zelda looked around, puzzled, making sure nobody was listening in, “Lila, we could get in so much trouble!”

“So what? I’m the strongest knight in the whole kingdom. You can’t be better protected out there than that.”

“But we have stuff to do in the morning!” Zelda insisted, “We need to train… and prepare for the trip to the Spring of Power!”

“We can do that later. That trip isn’t for three days. We deserve some fun. Some time to just be Zelda and Lila. Not Princess and Knight.” She got to her feet and offered Zelda her hand, “Right?”

Zelda wiped at her face with her sleeve, and looked around again. And then she smiled.

“You’re right.” She murmured, and then again, louder, as though convincing herself, “You’re right. Let’s go. Right now.”

Lila grinned, and guided Eponine out from her stable, and re-saddled her as fast as she could. The horse nuzzled Zelda as she waited. She also found a spare cloak lying around in the stable, and put it on after giving Zelda her own. It was a little threadbare, but it would do.

With everything ready, Lila carefully helped Zelda onto the back of Eponine before climbing into the saddle herself. She guided the silver horse out of the stable, and pulled up the hood of her cloak. The rustling of fabric told her that her companion did the same. When they were out on the street, Lila looked back and shot Zelda a mischievous grin, and then kicked Eponine straight into a gallop.

Zelda yelped, and quickly wrapped her arms tightly around Lila’s waist. Lila bit down on her lip and resolutely stared forward as she felt a blush warm her face.

And through the Castle gate they galloped, out the East entrance of town, and across the riverside bridge. Safe from view by the cover of nightfall, and the convenient timing of the guards shift change leaving the East gate unattended for just a few minutes.

They found their way into a little wooded area, far from any prying eyes, and Lila speared some fish and set up a little campfire to cook them on while Zelda picked mushrooms and berries. They laughed and chatted while eating their late night snack, pretending they were just any normal pair of teen girls, instead of teen girls with the weight of the world on their shoulders. They picked flowers and wove them into chains, and chatted about the most inane things they could think of, stories from Lila’s childhood, gossip Zelda passed on from the castle staff. But both froze upon the notion of talking about any crushes they may have.

It would be improper, after all.

For a Knight to love her Princess.

For a Princess to love her Knight.

Especially when they had such an important duty to the world.

But they caught each other’s eye and understood.

For tonight, under the stars, they were just two girls. And it was okay.

It was okay when they wove their berry-stained fingers together.

It was okay when they drew closer to one another.

It was okay when their lips pressed together. Uncertain, and shy… But…

It was okay.

It was warm.

It was safe.

It couldn’t last forever. They knew that.

They’d find the North Star together, and one day it would guide them to peace, to safety, to home.

To each other.

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