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justfangirlstuffs · 7 months

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A Tear is Only Water

A drabble based off of @scarredlove 's Sea Slug AU boys. This mostly ended up as more of a starter piece, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. ^^ Word count: 2020

“It's here! I can't believe it's actually here!”

It took all your self control not to shred through the cardboard and tape in your excitement to open the package that had arrived on your doorstep early that morning. You were absolutely over the moon. Months ago you had entered in a limited sweepstakes hosted by Fazbear corporations, and you won. You'd spent weeks waiting for your prize to arrive, and it was finally here!

Digging through the foam peanuts you pulled out a box with a card that read: CONGRATULATIONS! YOU ARE THE THE PROUD OWNER OF VERY LIMITED EDITION SUN AND MOON SEA SLUGS. SPECIAL BONUS CONTENT ECLIPSE SEA SLUG ALSO INCLUDED. JUST SET UP YOUR AQUARIUM HABITAT, ADD DEHYDRATED EGGS, AND WATCH YOUR NEW FRIENDS HATCH AND GROW.

Following all of that hype were a bunch of instructions as well as warnings, but you skimmed over those latter bits. You already had your tank set up and ready in your bedroom in preparation of their arrival. After reading over the instructions to make sure you didn't mess up, you pulled out the little baggies holding small eggs. One was bright glittering yellow, one was a soft, shimmering blue, and the other was a deep glistening black. They were so tiny you were scared to accidentally break them. With the utmost care, you shook them one by one out of their bags. They fell into the water with a soft 'plip' noise before sinking to the bottom of the aquarium tank.

You sat there for hours, waiting for those eggs to hatch. Well... the instructions did say it might take a while. But you didn't want to miss it. So, you sat and waited... and waited... and...

It was dark when you next opened your eyes. You'd fallen asleep at your desk and now it was the middle of the night. You shot up in a panic fumbling in the dark for the aquarium light. You flicked it on, lightning up the water inside as shimmers of refracted and reflected light danced overhead. A gasp left your throat. One of the eggs, the yellow one, was partially split open. You watched in awe as, slowly, like a flower in bloom, folds of shimmering yellow and red emerged, fluttering open like petals.

The most shocking part, however, was the sea slug had a face. Wide round opalescence pale eyes on a round face surrounded by frills reminiscent of a sun. “Hey there, little guy,” you murmured in greeting. “I'm you're new friend.”

The little baby slug Sun swam about, exploring its surroundings. Was it male or female? Or neither? Well, for simplicity's sake, you would think of it as 'he'. You lightly touched your finger to the glass, waiting to see if Sun responded. He seemed to consider you for a while before he fluttered up and brushed against the transparent barrier.

“Nice to meet you, Sun,” you spoke softly. “Oh!”

The blue egg began to twitch and move. This seemed to catch Sun's attentions as well as he swam around the blue egg curiously. The hatching process was much faster as folds of blue and gold almost seemed to tumble over one another in their bid for escape. Like Sun, Moon also had a face, glowing red eyes, and a pair of antennae that seemed to wriggle two and fro as he took in his surroundings. You watched with a wide smile and Sun and Moon became acquainted with one another, circling each other and sizing one another up. At least they didn't seem to be fighting.

“Hello, Moon, this is your brother Sun,” you said. “And I'm you're friend.” Moon looked to you, and immediately fluttered towards you, pressing against the glass as though trying to reach you. How sweet. You softly touched the glass. “Sorry, little buddy, this'll have to do.” You couldn't help but laugh as Moon almost seemed to petulantly flatten himself against the glass like he was trying to meld through it. It was endearing. Sun, meanwhile, was distracted by something else.

“Right...” Your eyes drifted to the last egg which still hadn't budge. “We're still waiting on one more.”

It was wild how they almost seemed to understand you. Moon joined Sun in circling the last egg, occasionally nudging it, as though coaxing the inhabitant inside to wake up. They curled up around the egg, Moon gently caressing it with his antennae. When he tried touching Sun, Sun immediately flitted off in an almost affronted manner. Okay.... so one of your sea slugs functioned on cat rules.

A yawn rose up and you rubbed your eyes. It was late. You should be getting to bed. But, you should at least feed them first. You took out the packet of food provided by Fazcorp and sprinkled a little inside. The flakes drifted down and Sun and Moon were suddenly darting about excitedly, snapping them up with their little mouths. What was even more fascinating, however, was when they took a few flakes and spit them out next the the third egg, like they were trying to encourage the other out with food.

“Come on, Eclipse,” you spoke, pressing both hands against the glass now. “You can do it... come join the family.”

You waited...and waited... then it moved. And it moved again! Your heart pounded in excited and you watched, enraptured, as you witnessed the third birthing of one of your sea slugs. This one was by far the most rapid and spectacular. The shell almost burst apart as there was an explosion of black and gold and red. A third sea slug, larger than the two before it emerged, stretching his frills as though yawning. Eyes of bright gold were set in a face similar to Sun's only with twice as many frills circling the mini visage.

“Wow... big little guy,” you said with a soft chuckle. “Hello, Eclipse.”

The face turned to you, as though acknowledging you, before he was being circled and inspected by Sun and Moon. He moved and fluttered warily at the two strangers.

“Eclipse, these are your brothers, Sun and Moon. I know you're technically the little brother since you hatched last, but since you're the biggest, that means you need to look after them and protect them. Make sure they don't get into any trouble.” You weren't sure if they understood you, but you wanted to believe they did. “And I'll protect all of you, keep you safe and happy. I promise.”

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Years later....

You couldn't believe you were actually back. It felt so surreal to be back in your childhood home. After what had happened, you were lucky that your aunt had been willing to put you up at her house for a while. Being back brought up a lot of memories, many of them painful in light of...

It had taken you a while to get settled in, and you still felt like a stranger in the house. Like an intruder. Your aunt was kind, but she was distant and had her own thing going on. Your cousin was a jerk who spent most of his time out with his friends. What friends you had when you were younger had either all moved on or were so busy it was nearly impossible to schedule a meet up.

The plus side was that it was a coastal town, so there was plenty of beach for you to walk on and explore. You wandered around with your camera, snapping pictures of the wildlife and collecting sea shells as you walked over the sandy shores. You spent a lot of your time on the beach, gazing out at the endless expanse of ocean, sometimes wishing you could disappear into it. Like Alice falling down a rabbit hole into Wonderland. You wanted to disappear into something... better. Whatever 'better' was.

Adrift. That was the best way to describe yourself. You were adrift, and you felt like you were sinking. Filling each day with distractions, trying to keep all of the dark, painful, and intrusive thoughts at bay. Just the act of existing had become painful. Waking up, feeding yourself, getting showered and dressed... all basic care needs that you were steadily starting to neglect because they were just... so... hard. You wanted to feel numb. You just wanted to turn off the switch in your brain so that you wouldn't be sad anymore.

As you sat on the sea shore, watching the sun setting on the glittering waters, a crushing loneliness swept in as sure and vicious as a high tide. You didn't have anyone to talk to... and even if you did, you weren't sure you wanted to talk because even talking about things hurt. Talking only seemed to open up the floodgates of a never ending ocean of pain and sadness. Even just thinking about it made you hurt. You let the waves lap around your ankles, caressing your skin with the cool waters.

Your watch beeped, an alarm letting you know it was time to take your meds. You reached into your bag, pulling out a small bottle. You tried to open it, but the lid was being a dick and you struggled with it. Until the bottle slipped and went flying into the receding waters.

“Shit! Nonono!” You dove for the bottle, only for it to disappear under the foamy waters. “No... no, shit, please no...”

You frantically felt around in the water, not caring that your clothes were getting wet and sandy. After several moments of fruitless searching, you slapped at the water in frustration. You couldn't find it. The waves had swept it away. It was a stupid thing to cry over, yet you cried anyway. You cried because you were tired of hurting. You cried because you felt worthless and alone. You cried because you didn't want to be sad anymore. And you cried because it felt like this was it. This was your life. Sadness, and failure, and loneliness.

Your tears mingling with the salty sea water, the waves crashing around you as the setting sun continued to dip low over the ocean, bathing it in glimmering orange and golds. Then, the waves around you began to whisper and bubble and froth. You thought perhaps, maybe you were just imagining things. But no... a fountain of foamy sea water frothed up and from white fluffs of spray... something emerged.

A tall figure swathed in fluttering robes of red and gold. Rays surrounded their face like a halo, and every part of them glistened in the waning sunlight. You could only stare in utter shock and awe. You were dreaming... right? This had to be a dream. The figure turned to you, eyes bright and beautiful, glowing with a strange light. On their exposed chest were two bright red, symmetrical markings that stood out starkly against the yellow. They seemed... familiar somehow, yet you couldn't put your finger exactly as to why. You're pretty certainly you weren't acquainted with any mythical sea monsters.

“There you are,” they murmured.

Their voice, the way they moved as they approached you, was utterly mesmerizing. You could only stare like a gaping fish as they knelt beside you in the churning waters. Their robes swirled and fluttered around you, drifting on the waves as they crashed and receded. Up close, they were even more breath taking, and their smile was as bright and radiant as the sun itself. Long fingers reached out to cradle your face, and you shivered at how soft and cool they were against your warm skin.

“I finally found you,” the voice purred as they pulled you ever closer and you were too stunned, too captivated to resist. You were drowning in those eyes, in that gaze that beheld you like no one else had ever done before. All around you the ocean continued to sing its roaring chorus, and in that brief moment you were utterly at peace. “My precious pearl.”

Then their lips captured yours in a hungry kiss.

#fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf dca #justfangirlwritings

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immortalbutterflycos · 18 days

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@jegulus-microfic ~~ (707 words)

This is based on a thought that went a bit like, "What if even though Regulus became a Death Eater, James chose him as his secret keeper." Enjoy~

"How did you find me?" Regulus demands. His eyes are sharp and made of ice, and his wand is at James's throat; the tip of it digging harshly into the skin there. More than familiar with this particular position, James can't hold back the smirk that finds its way to his lips.

"You should know it better than anyone, love. One way or another, I'll always come find you." The wand is urged forward even deeper and James swallows around it.

"Because of our past together, I will give you one chance to run before I'll be given no choice but to come after you. And rest assured that when I do, I will not hesitate."

"Sure, Reg," James says, smiling like he doesn't actually believe it. "Say, we're going into hiding soon. Did you know?" Regulus squints at him as though his intelligence is only slightly higher than that of a sea slug.

"Well, I'd certainly hope so. Though I must say that you won't be able to hide for long before He finds you. A talent I suppose you and The Dark Lord have in common."

"Oh you'd "hope so" would you? Why Reggie, it's almost like you still care for me." Regulus faulters for only a split second, the wand loosening a bit in his grasp. He recovers quickly though, with a sneer, poking the wand back harder into his neck until James lets out a small, involuntary choking sound at the intrusion.

"Potter, I swear I will kill you right where you stand if you-"

"What do you know about the Fidelius Charm?" He asks, his voice a tad strained. This time when Regulus falters a bit, surprise colors his face.

James was truly enjoying throwing him off with every other phrase. It reminds him of a time when their arguments didn't have such high stakes and their hearts were still intact and not shattered callously on the ground at their feet.

"You're going to be hidden under the Fidelius Charm..? That's..." He meets James's eyes again and this time there is no ice. No confusion. Only pure, white-hot anger, mixed with something else unnamed.

"Why would you tell me that?" He asks, "I can't- If He asks me if I know anything about where you're hiding, He will be able to look into my mind and see this moment. Do you understand? By only saying this much, you've already endangered everyone you love and care about."

James pushes the wand to the side with two fingers, surprisingly with no resistance.

"I want you to be my Secret Keeper."

Regulus shakes his head in disbelief.

"You are a fool, James Potter, if you think for a single second that this is a good idea. In case you've forgotten, I'm a Death Eater. I've hurt people James. I've hurt you! I've never once given you any indication that I wouldn't fully hand over that information to Voldemort as soon as I make that oath."

"That's a risk I'm willing to take."

"Risk?" Regulus says, his eyes seeming to burn in stark contrast to the ice-cold they'd held only moments ago, "What risk? James, this is suicide."

James reaches out to cup Regulus's cheek, the Death Eater flinching at the touch but not pulling away. Which tells James everything he needs to know.

He smiles.

And it's not that cocky sort of smile or the flirtatious one he's worn for a lot of this interaction. No, this one is full of warmth and love and... trust.

"It's not."

"You're going to die. Each and every one of you and your precious Order are going to be hunted down and killed before you can even lift your wands." Regulus's voice is quiet and resolute but something else trembles beneath the surface. James swipes his thumb over his cheekbone; over light, familiar freckles on pale skin.

"Then I die knowing that you're the one who pulled the trigger. But you won't."

"Who says?"

"Me."

"Why?"

"Because, love," Regulus flinches again at the pet name, "I've said it before, and it's no less true now than it was back then, I would trust you with my life."

"Then that's how you're going to lose it."

"So be it."

#jegulus #regulus black #james potter #the marauders #marauders era #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus microfic

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scarredlove · 7 months

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A Cloudy Day

Midnight struck and apparently I got in the mood to drabble some depression fluff, featuring my Sea Slug Sunny~

Pardon any mistakes or oddities

"Where's your smile?"

The echoing voice seeped into your head like a soothing bath, deep and cosy.

From where you slouched on your sofa, huddled into the plethora of pillows and assortment of plushies, you turned your head over to your large fish tank. Inside said tank where three small sea slugs, two of which hiding from open view. Moon tended to sleep during the day (there was a small little fake cave which he seemed to claim as his), whilst Eclipse was a little harder to predict, whether it be he was sleeping or just antisocial.

But right up against the glass was the brightest of the slugs. Your little Ardeadoris Rubroannulata. Sunny. The frills around the tiny nudibranch writhed slowly and though the creature didn't have obvious eyes, you knew he was watching you.

"Just... one of those days." You replied aloud, sighing from under your blanket. The tea on the stout coffee table had long since lost its warmth but you couldn't be bothered to make a new one. Not even to microwave it back to hot. Just... wanting to slug out for the day.

Ironically, a restless whine that wasn't yours echoed in your head and you knew what it signalled. Huffing, you removed the blanket, the much cooler air attacking the newly exposed skin, and stood to walk over to the tank. "Did something happen today, pretty pearl?"

"No..." Slowly dunking your hand into the water, you scooped the soft slug into your palm and pulled him into the open air, using your other hand to almost sieve out the excess water so it wouldnt go all over the floor. You couldnt be motivated to so any cleaning today. Which was evident from the odd socks and plates about. Which probably hasn't helped Sun's agitation. "I just don't don't feel massively perky."

Placing the slug down and onto the oak floor, before turning on your heel and making a getaway back to your cocoon of low energy. Behind you, the slug seemed to grow bigger and bigger at an exorbitant rate, its middle seeming to hunch over before the figure stood properly on two long legs.

Once back into your blankets, you look over to Sun to see him stretch to his full height. His nudibranch body having become his long, flowy cloak, draping to the floor. A circular disc tilted over to you with a crescent shape slitting his face into two tones, frills jutting from the rim like the flare of a sun. His white hot eyes slitted at the state of the living room around you, mapping out the best course of action to get to you without touching all the dirty things... You merely chuckled to yourself. Always the drama queen.

"Oh, what a mess..." Lifting the tail end of his cloak, Sun precariously walked over to you, watching the floor as he moved. "We need to clean up, dear pearl!" As he reached you, your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head to look up at him, not bothering to tilt your head far from the cosy sheet.

You pulled the blanket tighter around you. "Not right now..." you sigh, pushing further back into the pillows. Today was just a low day... wanting to wallow in your own filth. To recharge from life as a whole. It was just a day. When tomorrow came, you'd be productive to both society and to yourself. But for now... you just wanted to be alone.

Sun's hands twitched as he gripped his drapery coat, his usually large, cheeky grin tormented with an internal struggle. About what? You weren't sure. You barely to have the energy to even really consider yourself, much less the overly tall, sea-slug being... who was still coming learn his own thoughts and emotions too.

Warily, he turned and slowly began to sit down beside you, grimacing at the crumbles and wrappers scattered around you, to which he flicked away with his bare hand. Your eyes widened at this. "S-Sun, if you wanted to sit-" You began to lean forward and out of your blanket before a hand pressed itself against your chest and held you back into the cushions.

"No no, I-I am alright!" He chuckled anxiously. Yup, he definitely wasn't. Before you could further scold him, his hand slid over your shoulders, down your arm, and suddenly, you were trapped against his side, his arm holding you close. "Yo-you're the one who doesn't seem alright, my precious pearl." His tone lowered as he stared down at you, the edges of his blank eyes softening as he took in your flabbergasted expression. Taking a deep breath, he seemed to ground his thoughts to you, leaning further back into the pillows whilst his hand came back up to comb through your oily hair. You could feel the hesitation in his shaky movements hit he made no comment, no complaint, not even a pause of hesitation. His eyes always remained on yours. "No need to be shy... my precious."

There's the smile you know. Such a small Smile but it was packed full of care, concern and mischief. He knew that today probably wasnt the best time to try get a rise out of you, but signalled that if you needed a distraction, he was there for your entertainment. He was always good at coming up with games to play. Giving into his company, you cuddled further into his side, minding the red feelers that slightly bulged from his torso and rested a hand on his thigh, the material of his red pants not even damp. You always found it odd how dry the boys could get after they transformed. "Sorry that I-

"NOPE~!" A cheerful boom of his voice cut you off, his grin growing as his other hand came upto your mouth, a finger pressed to your lips. "You have no reason to apologise! You're taking a day to yourself and there's nothing wrong with that!" He nudges slightly closer to you when an empty packets breezes slightly closer to him. "...Although I don't think this mess will help."

You nod a little, your cheek rubbing against the soft frills of his cloak opening. "I know... I promise I'll clean."

He took your hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. "For now, take your time, pretty pearl." Sun paused a moment with your hand close to his face, before lowering it and pressing it over one of the red marks on his chassis, over where his heart would be. You froze for a moment. A small nervous chuckle escaping him. "Rest..." your vision blurred and you nestled closer to him. Trying to put distance between your nose and him as you began to sniffle.

Small shushes slipped from his lips as he continued to comb your hair between his fingers, pulling your face closer and closer to him until he began to feel your tears soak though the cloak. "It's ok... everything is going to be ok..." you could feel his slow, even breathing and yours began to sync with his, grounding you as you started to snap out of the low mood you'd been stuck in all morning. "I'm here... you're going to be ok..."

"Pr-promise?" You hicked.

A soft kiss was pressed to the crown of your head, making your tears fatter. "Promise."

#my writing #scar writes #sea slug #sea slug au #fnaf au #dca au #sun #sundrop #fnaf sun #sea slug sun #cw depression #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf #scarredlove #tw depression #scar drabbles #drabbles

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strawbs-screaming · 9 months

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☆ WVBA At A Party ☆

So uhh tw for alcohol mention,emetophobia other than that its ok

Glass Joe

- doing his best not to get thrown into a dance circle

- anxious as fuck

- piston hondo (drunk as shit) keep trying to explain star wars lore to him

- hes just nodding and pretending to understand, he cant because hes speaking in japanese

- had some drinks & passed out because he doesnt take alcohol well

- woke up on the roof because some drunk bastard decided to put him onto there, theres now a investigation about trying to find who put Joe on the roof

- will hold your drink for you

- keeps getting dragged into doing dumb shit by aran ryan

Von Kaiser

- buzzed, looks like hes on the verge of death

- at the karaoke bar, killing it, yess grandpa slayyyy one foot in the grave one foot in the rave

- keeps chugging like hell, look at him go

- teaching some random people how to do traditional german dances

- randomly starts sobbing

- bear hugger has to stop him from chugging another bottle of whiskey

Disco Kid

- thrown into the dance circle, killing it

- spamming everyones phones with really positive texts

- "YUO AR TAKENTED SNF CAN DK SNYTHING YKU PUT YOU4 NINF UBTO" (You are really talented and can do anything you put your mind into)

-"thank you : )"

- "YOU SRE LIVEF ANR 4SKEBT2D,,,,ÖOCE YOURDRKF" (You are loved, love yourself)

- wasted

- giving out free hugs

- had a really good dance off with aran ryan

- fell down a flight of stairs and got up like it was nothing

- dancing the pain away

Piston Hondo

- avoiding the dance circle like its a death sentence

- explaining the star wars lore to glass joe in japanese

- will hate himself in the morning

- speaking really broken japanglish with bear hugger

- keeps lifting up von kaiser & running away as he holds him

- partying hard

- randomly starts speaking about stuff, you could be talking about how you ran over a man and his son just yesterday and he'll be like "Do you like sailor moon"

- tried to eat a glass of water, sad because he got stopped

- randomly got stuck in a british accent

King Hippo

- passed out on the floor

- someone help him please

- people keep trying to use him as a trampoline

- randomly gets up and starts to talk about sea slugs

- he just leaves after that,he is done

Great Tiger

- only sober person here

- has to stop piston hondo from explaining the star wars lore to random people

- making sure everyone is hydrated

- victim of disco kids positive texts

- gathers drunk passed out people and puts them somewhere safe so nobody gets hurt

- oh my god he is on the verge of tears from all this stress he needs help

- ended up sobbing into disco kids arms after it all got too stressful

- he could really use a break

- will hold your drink,may switch it out with water if he decides youve had enough for tonight

Don Flamenco

- too distracted too go to the dance circle

- keeps singing & referencing dumb stuff while anyone talks to him, he just has 0 thoughts right now

- "i feel like im never gonna amount to anything in my life, it just feels like im destined to end up dying alone-"

- "FIESTA SALSA QUİNCEAÑERA-"

- "why do i even bother"

- drinking cocktails like someones gonna take it away from him if he doesnt inhale it within 10 seconds

- keeps trying to call carmen

- stumbling like hell

- someone needs to tape his mouth shut

- asking the dumbest shit ever to carmen as he texts her

- "would you still love me if i was a muppet,,"

- "would you still be able to control yourself or would you need to be used like a actual muppet??"

- "i dont knwo im durnk"

Bear Hugger

- will not go into the dance circle, ever

- singing sea shanties & suddenly has the personality of a ye olden sailor

- someone convinced him to wax his legs

- confused as shit when he wakes up in the morning

- listening to hondo infodump about sailor moon, intrigued

- will laugh at anything, laughed at Macho mans left eyebrow for a solid 40 minutes

- passed out for a hour after that

- brought a random frog from the nearest pond & named it Buddy, buddy was never seen again after someone threw him out of a window

- ate candle wax, he just did, he somehow stomached it

- sober yet wasted, tapdancing on that line between mentally not present & aware

Aran Ryan

- drunk but has a camera, recording whatever happens

- "guys... this little pocket sized eejit is stuck on the roof... what the fuck.. get him off of there"

- will do anything you dare him to do, got dared to throw someones TV out of the window, the rest is history

- eated a bees

- chased piston hondo with a chair, you havent known true fear until a irishman with a camera & chair is chasing you while yelling like a psychopath while youre talking about star wars lore

- called glass joe "Glasses Jonathan"

- mourned the loss of buddy with bear hugger

- on his hater routine, texting back discos positive messages with mean messages

Soda Popinski

- sober, enjoying the show

- in the dance circle, busting it down

- dehydrated because theres no soda :(

- trying to convince aran ryan to eat a pair of headphones

- gives out water to anyone who appears drunk & asks for a drink telling them its "strong stuff" Just to see them smile & hydrate themselves

- enjoying the karaoke

- also mourning the loss of buddy, thought he was really cool

Bald Bull

- scared of the dance circle

- drunk but his social anxiety is still acting up

- mom i threw up pose when he zones out & stares into the void

- standing in the corner or clinging onto don flamenco because he cant manage crowds well

- getting second hand embarrasment from don flamencos singing

- people keep using the top of his head as a mirror

- clinging onto the nearest extroverts he knows well

- "what if everyone thinks i look like a complete idiot standing in the corner"

- Just really anxious & stressed, he doesnt manage social events well

- needs some silence

Super Macho Man

- thinks hes a good dancer, looks like hes having a stroke, dancing is not for him, especially drunk dancing

- people keep calling him grandpa

- sobbing over any minor event that effects him even slightly negatively

- sobbed over the loss of buddy

- crying over everything

- sobbing on the bathroom floor because he threw up so hard he felt like his soul left him

- hes literally just crying

- tried to do karaoke through his tears, couldnt sing the tears away

Mr Sandman

- pushed into the dance circle, accidentally made a conga line, who knew a conga line full of drunk men could be so fun?

- watching aran ryan eat weird shit & cheering him on because he thinks its funny

- bald bull tried to make a "man me a sand" joke to him, ended up looking like he was having a seizure

- "Mr sandman.. Sand.. The man?.. Sand man.. Uhhh, man him a sand-"

- "bull please lay down"

- enjoying bear huggers sea shanties

- trying to get glass joe off the roof

- fell asleep using a freezer as a pillow

Extra

- narcis showed up to tell everyone that theyre losers & left

- doc louis left early with mac as soon as the alcohol drinking started

#headcanon #punch out #bald bull #punch out wii #don flamenco #piston hondo #glass joe #aran ryan #punch out headcanons #narcis prince #punch out!!#doc louis #little mac #alcohol mention #emetophobia tw

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blondiehound · 17 days

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Lucky punk

Watching a video about how dieselpunk is the best punk genre and thinking "oh, hell yeah I love dieselpunk as well" and then sitting there being angry about how the creator of the video clearly doesn't understand what the punk in the punk genres even means.

The term "punk" refers to the societal change and upheaval that is happening in the story. So cyberpunk refers to the societal change that happens when you throw cybernetics into the mix, how do people react? What does society do? Because certain things about the technology haven't been tried yet or are still brand new certain things haven't caught up or are just now catching up to the societal shift. And this goes for all forms of punk. You're not just stealing an aesthetic. It's about what changes happens when you introduce a new technology and the societal upheaval it causes. This is why bioshock isn't dieselpunk despite it having the aesthetics, because it's not using diesel or gasoline as the technology. It's using sea slugs and pneumatics. It's why the Fallout series still gets to be Atomicpunk because literally everything is powered by nuclear energy and it has you run though what the societal upheaval of atomic energy actually is. Yes it's post apocalyptic, but it hits all the right notes to be atomic punk as well.

Simply slapping a coat of 1920s - 1940s fascism onto something and calling it dieselpunk doesn't make it so.

#Rant #world building #writing stuff #writing #scifi #Dieselpunk #Steampunk #Solarpunk #Cyberpunk #NASApunk #Atomicpunk #Magic punk

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captmickey · 5 months

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I'm going to post my Escape from Monkey Islan rewrite overview. And since I'm pretty much bailing (for now) the fic. Here's what was written so far.

Who knows, maybe one day I'll come back to it.

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From the personal log of Guybrush Threepwood,

Sometimes, when it’s quiet, I can still hear the monkeys.

It’s hard to believe that it’s only been a few years since I first washed up on the beaches of Melee Island, armed with nothing more than a goofy name and an overpowering urge to become a swashbuckling pirate.

Who could have suspected that such a humble pursuit would lead me to cross swords with the evil Ghost Pirate LeChuck, the slimiest slug ever to plunder the seven seas? And who could have guessed that my battles with LeChuck would introduce me to the love of my life, Melee Island’s Governor Elaine Marley? Or that my efforts to win Elaine’s hand would repeatedly drag me to the mystery-drenched shores of Monkey Island? Or that I would finally end the scourge of LeChuck, burying him beneath a mountain of ice?

Not me, that’s for sure.

Back then, the only thing duller than my sword was my wit. Now look at me, I’m married to the most beautiful governmental official in the Caribbean, the entire Tri-Island area shudders at the sound of my name, and now my Plunder Bunny and I are returning to Melee Island, after the most incredible honeymoon in the history of--

“Guybrush, look out!”

The pen sharply skewed off the page, creating a thin black line across the sentence as Guybrush shifted himself away from the incoming projectile, hearing the whooshing of the hatchet fly over his head. He turned his head and spat out his pen to the side before looking over to his newly wed wife fending off a pirate with two weapons at once. “I could… really use your help right about now!” Elaine called out.

“Oh, I'd love to, but uh... little tied up…” Guybrush rattled slightly his restraints for emphasis.

Her eyes glanced over his way every few seconds before she pushed off the offender away, catching her breath. “Heh, you can't tell me that Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate doesn't have a trick up his sleeve. Speaking of which, any progress on the escape plan?”

“Ah… I’m working on it.” Guybrush admitted, pushing himself up the pole he was chained to. “Oh, on your left.”

“Thank you!” She quickly swung a fist at the enemy, watching them fling back against the others like a couple of bowling pins. “Alright, I'll fend them off a bit longer then. But do hurry, please?” She gave a smile before quickly gripping her weapons with renewed vigor to fight off the next round.

Guybrush watched in admiration as she went to fight two at once, a feat that he still could not comprehend how she was able to do with ease and began looking around at his surroundings. Okay, he thought, what is there to see. Well for one, there was a massive ship that was throwing pirates their way endlessly (and in fact dwarfed their own ship by comparison), there was a cannon with a cannonball lodged inside (at least, he hoped there was), and a brazier with some lit coal that was within range. As for himself, he was restrained rather firmly against one of the masts, his only movements around said mast was limited to just being able to move around and kicking his feet.

‘Cool, so either I could spin myself fast enough around the mast to free myself from my restraint or I could trip any poor unfortunate pirate coming my way… kick if I’m lucky.’ Guybrush thought. He looked at the cannon aiming perfectly at the enemy ship, wishing he could just light the darn thing. But as it stood, there wasn’t much he could do.

Light. Wait!

A thought clicked in his mind, he didn’t have to be the one to light the cannon necessarily, it just needed to be lit. He side eyed the burning brazier and grinned. Guybrush began shimming himself to face the brazier, giving it a bit of a kick once it was within range. He knew it could have gone one of two ways; either it would fall towards or away from him, but as luck would have it, it was the former. Quietly cheering to himself, he kicked a coal his way, balancing it slightly on his foot before feeling the heat begin to burn through his boot.

“Ow ow ow ow…!” Guybrush quietly cried out as he kept kicking the coal back and forth between one foot and the other, shimming himself to face the cannon. “Please work…!” He kicked the coal far from him towards the unlit wick, holding his breath as he saw it take light and slowly burn down. It would be truly terrible if the cannon didn’t go off. But to his relief, with a loud and ear-ringing boom, the cannon shot straight through the opposing ship, most likely igniting the gunpowder as it erupted into fire before sinking into the ocean. He watched the enemy rush to the side, watching in horror as their means of transport vanish under the sea. The sounds of the safety being pulled back from various guns clicked quickly as Elaine and the crew all took aim.

While the crew gathered the remaining enemies as prisoners, Elaine walked over to Guybrush, sighing relief and smiling his way.

“Oh, my little snugglecakes.” She cooed as she brushed back some of his hair and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. Guybrush, in turn, rested his head on the top of her’s, sighing with content that the ordeal was over. It was only the slight ache in his wrists from his shackles that brought him back out of his honeymoon bliss to his current reality.

“Um, hey Elaine? Could you untie me?”

“Oh! Right, of course.”

The sun had long since set as the ship made its way to port later that evening. The crewmate shouted from the crow’s night of the land approaching and the rest of the crew below helped the Threepwoods move their luggage from the hold to the deck (it wasn’t really luggage, Guybrush thought as he helped piled the packages on top of one another, they were more wedding gifts and other knick knacks they bought during their honeymoon).

"And the way you just took them down with not one but TWO weapons! Elaine, that was incredible!" Guybrush gushed, regaling the tale the two starred in.

"Yes, well, it would have meant nothing if you didn't cleverly think of that way to shoot down their ship." Elaine complinented, handing Guybrush a hat box. "Oh, make sure this goes on top, it's fragile."

"Right, of course." Guybrush nodded, taking the box and placing it with the rest of the collection. "By the way, are you excited to be back in Melee?"

"Of course." She said, handing him a heavier box. "It is my home." Elaine chuckled and shook her head. "My apologies, our home."

Guybrush paused for a moment, letting those words sink in: our home. A smile graced his face. "Yeah… yeah it is, isn't it? Our home." He placed the heavy box in the pile, hearing a sudden crunch beneath the weight of the gift and winced.

"What was that?" Elaine perked up, looked over and saw the sheepish blond. She sighed. "You put the hat box underneath by accident, didn't you?"

He nodded slowly. "Sorry."

She shook her head. "It's fine."

Elaine climbed out of the hole, patting her hands of any dust and walked over to Guybrush who slipped an arm around her waist.

#monkey island #mickey writes #the ship that literally sails itself

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The Rise of the Jellyslime

CW: Transformation, corruption, hypnosis, personality alteration, weight gain, merging, pregnancy, oviposition, lots and lots of goop

(Ao3 link if you prefer it!)

The Jellyslime came from the stars.

From some far-off alien planet, it and so many others of its kind were sent, out into a thousand directions into the stars.

Their mission: to love.

To spread their love, for each other and for all beings, across the universe, and to show all beings they encountered just how beautiful they could be.

Such was the mission of the Jellyslime that oozed from the softball-sized goop egg that landed on Earth. A small, gloopy thing, about the size and shape of a sea slug, carefully oozing along a branch in the tree its egg had landed in and stuck in, just before it hatched into the world.

The Jellyslime was so excited! Here, it could do what its species did best, loved doing best: find a Host and help them become beautiful!

As it reached the end of the branch, it looked around, despite not having any eyes or even a face to speak of. Alien biology is weird.

Below it was a human park, nestled in an average human city. Green grass spread in every direction, and a concrete sidewalk just happened to lead right under its branch.

Perfect!

The Jellyslime settled in on its branch, and waited for its Host to arrive.

~/~/~

Katherine panted gently as she jogged, her running shoes scuffing softly against the pavement beneath her.

A cool breeze blew through the park, rustling the grass the trees with the promise of autumn.

Katherine’s muscles rippled under her crop top, coated in a sheen of sweat from her run. Katherine considered herself something of a fitness nut. She was a frequent customer of her local gym, and had worked hard to tone her body’s muscle mass. She was very proud of the work she’d put into it.

Her watch beeped at her side, and she came to a stop under a low-hanging tree, panting for breath.

Completely unaware of how much her life was about to change, Katherine leaned forward, catching her breath, before unclicking her water bottle from her strap on her thigh.

It was as she was leaned forward, unstrapping her water bottle, that she felt something land on the back of her neck with a squelch.

Katherine jumped, the water bottle falling to the ground, forgotten. She quickly reached for the back of her neck, thinking it must be a wet plastic bag or something-

Only for her fingers to slide right off of the thing.

“What the fuck-“

Katherine turned her head, craning to look at her shoulder, just in time to see a purplish-green slug, more slime than anything, ooze onto her shoulder.

Katherine stared at the faceless thing. “Uh. Hi?”

The Jellyslime stared at her for just a second longer, before leaping directly into her ear canal.

Adrenaline flooded Katherine’s system as she grabbed for the slippery Goop-Thing. There was no way she was letting some alien… thing eat her brains.

This is bad. This is bad.

Katherine’s fingers scrabbled at the tail end of the Goop-Thing protruding from her ear, trying to find purchase, just enough to yank it back out, but it was like trying to grab a hunk of jello.

With a final SCHLORP, the Jellyslime slid down Katherine’s ear canal, leaving only a sticky fruit-smelling green residue behind.

Katherine’s heart plunged into her stomach as she truly began to panic now. Her heart began to pound in her chest, and she began to breathe heavily. What was gonna happen to her? What was this thing gonna do to her brain?!

As the Jellyslime slid down Katherine’s ear toward her brain, it began to pick up on the signals from its new host… and it was… scared?

Oh no. Oh no! Why was Host frightened? Had Jellyslime done something wrong? Jellyslime had never actually been in a sapient being before, so it was new to this. But why was Host fighting back so much? This was horrible, Jellyslime didn’t want its host to be scared!

Oh goodness! Host, it’s okay! Please don’t be scared! Please, please, I love you! I’ll make you so beautiful!

As the Jellyslime fretted in Katherine’s braincase, it began to exude a new substance, one that slowly seeped into the cracks and pores of Katherine’s brain, soaking in, enacting its changes on the martial artist.

Katherine felt a sudden wave of calm wash over her, like everything was gonna be okay. She realized she felt fine.

More than fine, actually. She felt…really good. Katherine giggled dumbly as she stumbled against the tree trunk, the world spinning around her. She was dimly aware that she felt very, very drunk.

Jellyslime would have breathed a sigh of relief if it had a mouth or lungs.

Thank the stars. Thank you, Host. I love you. Thank you for trusting me. I love you.

Katherine giggled even further as she slowly slumped down the trunk. “Everythingsh… getting’ weeeiiiiiird…” Her tongue felt heavy. A line of drool dripped down her chin. More than drunk, Katherine now felt absolutely schnockered, like she had just gone on a very long, very fun booze trip.

Now, don’t you worry, Host! I’m gonna take us somewhere nice and private, and we’re gonna get started! By the time I’m done, you’ll be so, so, so beautiful!

Katherine couldn’t help but give out another giggle as she felt herself rise to her feet and begin to walk towards her apartment building, on the edge of the park. “Soundsh… gooooood…”

Once they were inside, Jellyslime carefully maneuvered Host up the stairs, where it knew Host could have some privacy somewhere comfortable and familiar. Despite the cold, rickety steel restraints shown in a lot of Human media, comfort was the real key to brainwashing and mindmelting.

Allowing the apartment’s front door to snap closed behind them, Jellyslime pointed Host through the living room and down the hall toward Katherine’s bedroom. Katherine kept giggling as she was steered down the hallway. It felt like she was on a roller coaster, staggering this way and that.

Jellyslime felt Host’s giggles, and was proud. Host is so happy and excited! We’re gonna have so much fun together!

Katherine giggled as she plopped backward onto her bed. She could feel that her panties were soaked through with her own arousal. What’s more, she could feel two slowly-growing damp patches on the front of her shirt. But that couldn’t be right, she couldn’t lactate… could she? It was hard to remember little details like that.

Go ahead and strip those yucky clothes off of you, Host! They’ll just get in the way of how beautiful you’re gonna become!

Still giggling dumbly, Katherine slowly shucked off her clothes. Her shoes fell to the floor, followed by her tight jogging pants, her crop top, and her underwear.

From each nipple and her crotch, Katherine was already producing a thin, watery purplish-green substance. The room smelled strongly of fruity candy, a smell that made Katherine’s head spin even more as the alien mutagens worked their magic on Katherine’s very molecular structure.

Now, just sit tight and let yourself feel good, Host! I’m gonna take charge for a while!

“Kay…” Katherine mumbled with a smile, one hand creeping downward toward her nethers, the other toward one breast.

~/~/~

Hours Later…

Katherine giggled as she slipped two fingers in and out of her soft, goopy twat. “Goop, goop, goop, goop…” She mumbled to herself, singsong. Her brain was awash in a sea of soporific chemicals and endorphins, slowly enslaving her further and further to the sensations she was feeling now.

Jellyslime looked over its Host with pride. Host was so happy and Beautiful now!

Her breasts had swollen, hanging low from their slime-induced output. Thick, creamy milk flowed freely from her puffy nipples, trickling down, dripping over the carpet.

Her carefully worked-for muscles were long gone. Her tummy had ballooned outward, a large, soft cushion of blubber and fat forming as Jellyslime had worked its magic on her body. Katherine trailed her fingertips over the plush of her jiggling stomach, cooing softly at how good it felt to be this fat. A thin trail of rainbow-colored goop slowly leaked from her belly button, oozing downward toward her pussy. She thrust one finger in and out of her belly button, giggling and moaning all the way.

Her jellycock, so hard and stiff it was almost painful, jabbed at the underside of her soft tummy. Moving her hand from her belly button, Katherine wrapped her fingers around her jellycock, thrusting her shaft wildly as she fingered her goopy pussy.

Below her, Katherine’s ass had also swollen, becoming bigger, jigglier. A slow trickle of fruity rainbow slime from her butthole added to the slowly growing puddle on the floor.

“I’m-m-m-m… so… beautiful…” Katherine moaned. She had never felt so good in her entire life.

Jellyslime was so proud of host. Yes, Host! You are! We are!

Katherine moaned loud and long as she came. Thick, goopy, multicolored cum spurted on her bottom of her stomach, sticky and warm against her overhang. The feeling almost made Katherine cum again.

She hummed to herself softly, allowing herself to fall backward onto her newly generous ass, sinking to lie on her back. She absently ran her fingers through her hair, her bare feet squelching in the slimy carpet, further coating her.

“Goop… goop… goop… goop…” Katherine grabbed a handful of sweet, sweet fruity goop in her hand, allowing it to trickle into her mouth and down her throat, staining her newly round, chubby cheeks. “Yummy, yummy goop.”

Aww, is Host hungry? You know what to do!

Katherine nodded happily, her eyes glazed and dull. She reached toward her chest, grabbing a handful of titflesh with one grasping hand. She dreamily guided it to her own mouth, moaning softly around her own nipple as she wrapped her lips around it.

The sudden gush of delicious creamy jiggly soft warm milk made her eyes roll back in her head, her brain and tummy suddenly tingling anew. With every suck, Katherine felt like she was floating, flying, a big fat dumb goopy cloud.

Katherine’s rewired body began rapidly digesting and processing the milk she was feeding from her breasts to her stomach, quickly metabolizing into additional added blubber. Through half-lidded eyes, Katherine could see her tummy and her tits slowly growing larger, fat deposits forming and deepening in her arms and legs. Beyond her view, blocked by her belly, she could feel her nuts growing fatter, rounder. Her jellycock oozed outward a little more, dripping strawberry-flavored pre onto the floor.

Katherine dimly realized that she had never been this happy in her entire life.

You’re doing so good, Host! I’m so proud of you!

Katherine smiled dumbly as the voice inside her head praised her so, her tummy filling with butterflies at the kind, loving words. Her nipple slid from her mouth with a loud Pop! as the suction was broken. “Thank you… Jellyslime… you made me… so… beautiful…” Katherine’s red-colored eyes seemed to shimmer as she spoke. Fat, lime-flavored tears of joy trickled from the corners of her mouth as she lay there. Both hands slowly caressed the sides of her massive tummy, Katherine’s brain floating in chemical bliss. “Goop… goop… gooooooop…”

Now comes the fun part, Host!

More fun than this?

Now… we get to Spread.

The voice seemed to shiver an anticipation at that word.

“Spread?”

Yeah! We get to Spread, to show other members of this planet how good it feels to be part of the Jelly!

Katherine could hardly believe what she was hearing. “We… I get… I get to make my friends feel this good too?”

Mm-hmmm! Everyone you love! They all get to be a part of the Jelly now! They get to feel good forever and ever, and never have to be hurt ever again!

Katherine’s Jelly-coated brain jiggled with glee at the idea. Her pussy twitched in a spike of pleasure. “I’m ready. How do we start?”

I saw your cellular communication device. Call someone, anyone! And don’t worry about scaring them off, I’ll take over regulating your brain function and speech center so you don’t have to worry about them hearing something weird or getting suspicious!

Katherine’s hand was already groping for her phone before she realized she was doing it. She unlocked the screen, leaving a smear of goop behind her moving finger. As she tapped through to her contacts, her knees bent upwards, spreading her fat legs outwards. Her massive jellycock waved in the air like a cobra, bending downward, brushing softly over the entrance to Katherine’s pussy. Katherine shuddered in anticipation, her thumb tapping the call button.

Katherine’s jellycock slowly, gently plunged into her goopy pussy, the pleasure making her eyes roll back in her head and her toes curl as a familiar voice on the other end of the phone said “Hello?”

Katherine’s body was wracked with an enormous orgasm as her mouth calmly said “Hey, Emily. Am I interrupting anything?”

“Oh, hey, Katherine! Not really, I’m just finishing up studying for an exam tomorrow. What’s up?”

The jellycock continued to pump in and out, slithering as deep into Katherine’s body as it could before sliding smoothly back out. Katherine’s red-colored eyes leaked uncontrollable tears of pleasure and joy, a massive, toothy grin on her face.

“Nothin’ much, just wanted to see if you wanted to come over and hang out a while. It’s been a bit, felt like catchin’ up.”

“Yeah, sure!” Emily’s voice was bright and cheery on the other end, blissfully unaware of the alien railing her friend was receiving as she spoke. “Gimme a bit to finish this up and I’ll head your way. About an hour okay?”

Katherine nodded, her multiple chins jiggling. “Sounds great! See you then.” A gigantic pressure was building in her jellycock, so much bigger and greater than any of the loads she had shot with it throughout the day. That all-consuming wave of pleasure was slowly rising, building within her pussy.

“See you then, Katherine. Bye.”

“Bye-bye.”

The phone line clicked as the call dropped, and Katherine shrieked in pleasure as she ejaculated into herself. Her fingers slid over the slick carpet, grasping for purchase, finding none.

Katherine felt something inside of her jellycock, something large, rising along, carrying on the stream of jellycum. It felt so, so good, like a slow-motion orgasm, getting closer and closer and…

The small, squishy alien egg popped from the tip of Katherine’s jellycock, burying itself in her pussy. Katherine made an incomprehensible sound, gurgling low, as another egg slid into her womb, then another, and another, and another, until Katherine stopped counting and simply rode this new, strange tidal wave of impregnating herself.

Eventually, the pleasure slowly, agonizingly, faded. Katherine slumped out spread-eagled on the floor, as her jellycock slid from her pussy, spitting out one last golf-ball sized goop egg on the floor.

Katherine couldn’t think, and thus didn’t, as she lay there, awash in pleasure. “Goop… goop… goop… goop… goop…”

~/~/~

The door clicked as Emily slid the copy of Katherine’s key into the lock. Katherine had given her permission to use it anytime long ago, and she was used to Emily entering without knocking.

Emily paused in the entrance, one foot in Katherine’s kitchen. Something seemed… off.

“Katherine?” She called into the apartment.

There was a long pause.

Then, from beyond the living room:

“Back here!”

Emily blinked, before shaking the odd feeling off. She allowed the door to click closed behind her, before inhaling deeply through her nose. Something smelled delicious. Like fruit tarts, or jam, or candy, or even all of them mixed together.

Emily entered the living room. That smell was even stronger here, almost cloyingly so.

“Emily, come on back to my room! I have something to show you.”

“Yeah…” Emily mumbled, feeling an odd buzzing in her head as she inhaled that wonderful scent again.

The hall carpet was soaked. Thick and mushy, with some strange goop that smelled like a mix of gummy candies and sex. It squelched under Emily’s shoes as she slowly stepped down the hallway.

She was dimly aware she should find something wrong with all of this… but with how light her head felt, it was hard to tell what.

Emily rounded the corner, into the open doorway of Katherine’s bedroom… and stopped there.

There sat Katherine, on the floor, looking almost 300 pounds heavier. She was completely naked, every part of her on display. Her skin had taken on a light sheen, like a gusher or a Fruit Roll-Up. A slowly growing puddle of what looked like jello slowly spread from her exposed genitals, both pussy and cock slowly leaking the stuff.

Katherine smiled warmly. “Hi, Emily.”

Emily wavered on her feet, her head swimming with pheromones. A scent like fruity jello permeated the air. Something… wasn’t right… but… she couldn’t place it… “Katherine … I don’t… what’s…”

Katherine raised her chubby arms to welcome Emily toward her. “Shhhh, don’t worry about it, Emily. Just… let it take you. Let go.”

Emily nodded, kneeling down to sit in Katherine’s ample lap. “Mmmmm… mkay… sounds good…” she whispered dreamily.

Katherine gently cupped Emily’s cheeks, guiding her closer, before leaning forward, to let their lips meet.

The instant the kiss made contact, Emily was lost. That strange, fruity, otherworldly flavor hung heavy on her lips. Emily licked her own lips, swaying gently. “Mmmm… more please…” She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Katherine’s shoulders, kissing Katherine as hard as she could. Her tongue leapt to meet Katherine’s in the middle, eagerly searching for more of that impossible flavor.

Katherine moaned, hugging Emily close to her body. Emily trembled through the kiss, feeling how soft and warm Katherine’s body was. “Katherine … please… need more…”

She wants us, Host! She wants to join us and be beautiful!

Katherine pushed Emily back gently, Emily sighing dreamily as she swayed backward. Katherine smiled. “Take your clothes off, Emily.

The whites of her eyes already turning a light green as the jelly soaked into her very being, Emily nodded with a happy smile. She hooked the straps of her overall-dress under the thumbs, sliding it off of her torso. Her sweater quickly followed suit, leaving her in her bra, panties, and stockings. She fumbled with her bra for just a moment, before that too fell to the goop-covered floor, letting Emily’s tits hang freely.

Katherine rubbed the circumference of her belly with one hand, tweaking her own nipple with her other. “Come here, Emily, you sweet, sweet thing…” Katherine giggled dumbly as the Jellyslime released a new load of endorphins in her brain, rewiring more neural pathways for what was to come. Katherine’s jellycock throbbed and writhed of its own volition, the purple tendril eager and waiting.

Emily crawled forward on hands and knees, moaning softly with anticipation and need. Reaching her former fiancée, Emily placed a soft, gentle kiss on the top of Katherine’s tummy, before slowly working her way downward, placing more and more butterfly kisses against the warm flesh. Katherine giggled, cooing softly at Emily’s ministrations.

Emily could barely restrain herself from simply burying her face in Katherine’s warm, massive navel and staying there, instead contenting herself with lapping up the thick stream of red-colored goop that oozed from it. Her tongue lit up with the delightful taste of raspberries, and she wiggled in delight. Her eyes sank to a deeper, richer shade of green as the alien jelly she had taken into herself began to coalesce and merge inside of her, already beginning to rewrite her genetic code, changing her body to suit the Jelly’s needs.

Katherine felt Emily’s breath on her massive jellycock, and shuddered in anticipatory delight. Emily, for her part, registered on an increasingly-dim level that there should be something weird about Katherine having suddenly put on hundreds of pounds of weight, and having a prehensile purple slime-dick that smelled of fruit gummies and was as long as Emily’s forearm… but then again, it was getting harder and harder for Emily’s brain to process words longer than 2 or 3 syllables, so it quickly faded from view.

Emily’s brain was alight, begging her, begging her to take Katherine’s length into her mouth, that it was the only thing in the world… and so she did.

With one last kiss upon the tip, Emily slid her mouth over Katherine’s jellycock, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. Her eyes widened at the sudden hurricane of delicious flavors that assaulted her taste buds. She wanted more! She needed more! Her tongue slid over and around the goopy length, relishing every second. Her mouth quickly filled with sweet, juice-flavored pre, and she swallowed, continuing to suck down as much as she could.

Katherine shuddered, moaning loudly as Emily sucked, almost seeming to nurse from Katherine’s jellycock. Her feet kicked in the jelly coating the floor, her red eyes rolling back into her head from the pleasure.

“Emily … oh god… take it… Emily, I love you…”

Emily’s heart suddenly surged in her chest at those words! Katherine loved her! This wonderful, enormous, Rubenesque beauty whose cock her lips were wrapped around loved her!

Emily’s hand began to pump Katherine’s length, stroking it, caressing it, gently fondling her baseball-sized nuts. Emily’s other hand slipped downward, sliding past her panties to diddle her own pussy, feeling her knees shake in pleasure.

Katherine began to buck where she sat, which didn’t make much of a difference with all of her added blubber. Instead, her jellycock began to thrust into Emily’s mouth, curling and straightening, sliding deeper and deeper into Emily’s throat, the jelly numbing and sliding around her uvula, never touching her gag reflex.

With a loud moan, Katherine threw her head back as she came, more jellycum sliding up and spurting from her cocktip. It spurted into the back of Emily’s mouth like water from a hose, sliding directly down her throat and into her stomach as excess flowed back upward, filling Emily’s mouth with fruity flavors.

Emily moaned around Katherine’s jellycock, feeling the massive, heavy load land in her stomach, slowly filling her. She swallowed as much as she could, even as the excess kept coming, until it flowed from her mouth, green jelly oozing from each corner, trickling thickly down her chin and her neck, dripping onto her breasts.

As the jellycum landed in her stomach, it began working its strange alien magic on her body. A comfortable plush began to form around her stomach and midsection, her arms and thighs beginning to widen, ever so slightly. Emily stayed where she was, dazed, her mouth still around Katherine’s jellycock.

With a smile as she came back to her senses, Katherine reached forward, poking Emily’s forehead mischievously with one finger. Emily blinked at her touch, before sliding backward, Katherine’s jellycock sliding out of her mouth, already getting hard again.

Seeing this, Emily’s eyes widened in delight. She quickly slid her panties off, paying no mind to the increasing size of her thighs. She clambered to her feet, her stockings squelching in the goop, before standing astride over Katherine’s chubby form. Katherine grinned, her jellycock wiggling upward, to gently brush over Emily’s nethers. With a shudder and a grin, Emily bent her knees, allowing the jellycock to slide into her. She moaned loudly, as she slid down, down, down, the jellycock going deeper and deeper inside of her, until she straddled Katherine’s generous midsection, staring up at the ceiling but not seeing anything, shaking and moaning.

Smiling, Katherine made herself comfortable as her jellycock began to fuck Emily. Emily bounced up and down automatically, jiggling Katherine’s slowly-growing fat as she took the jellycock into her. With a languid smile, Katherine traced one chubby hand over Emily’s still-slim stomach, before tracing up, circling Emily’s areola as the tomboy moaned.

Emily couldn’t know it, but her brain was being rewired by the goop she had ingested. Certain thoughts were being suppressed, filed away, while others were inserted by the goop, made more and more prominent.

Thoughts of fucking, and sucking, and serving, and spreading, and breeding, and laying.

A familiar feeling began to push its way up Katherine’s jellycock, the dozens of delicious eggs cultivating in Katherine’s womb seeming to cry out with the two of them as more eggs began to push themselves out, up, into Emily’s eager and willing womb.

Emily’s form began to widen, fatten as more and more alien seed pushed into her body. Her breasts began to inflate, her ass softening as it expanded.

As the two of them finished cumming, Emily fell onto her back, her limbs spread in every direction. Her newly-fattened tummy shook softly on top of her, left to right. Jellycum oozed from her fat pussy, joining the mass on the floor. She twitched softly as the micro-orgasms slowly tapered off.

Katherine smiled at her old fiancée, at the slowly growing corpulence on her body. She would soon grow as big as Katherine was now. All they had to do was wait.

Katherine slowly hauled herself to her feet, standing, looking down at Emily with a smile. Katherine was massive, her breasts each the size of a fully-grown watermelon. Her gut, speckled with new stretch marks and cellulite, hung downward, the end of her jellycock hanging low behind it. She had also gained a few inches to her height, the alien goop slowly coating and cushioning her growing spine.

Something tickled as it squirmed within Katherine. The jellyeggs were getting ready. Soon it would be time to lay them.

“Good job, Emily. You did so good. You’re gonna make such a great mommy to those eggs.”

Emily nodded, staring up at Katherine with an almost religious worship and awe in her eyes, a dreamy smile on her face as she said “Thank you, Jellymama.”

Katherine blinked at the word. “Jellymama?”

The voice inside Katherine’s head spoke up from the Jellyslime’s spot, curled around and soaking into Katherine’s brain more and more.

Yep! You get to be the Jellymama for this planet! That’s such an honor!

Something, some last vestige of who Katherine used to be, buried deep within her goop-covered brain, spoke up one last time. No! This isn’t me! I don’t want to be a…

The thought died as quickly as it came, silenced under a torrent of goop.

Katherine smiled, her red eyes shimmering as she slid a handful of goop from her belly button back into her mouth.

“Jellymama. I’m this planet’s Jellymama.”

And with that admission, that final surrender to the Jelly, Katherine dropped to her hands and knees as she felt her pussy quiver, the clutch of goop-eggs deep inside her beginning to shake.

It was time. Katherine’s tongue slid from her mouth, her red eyes rolling back in her head as the pleasure grew, as her brain was consumed with thoughts of laying, and breeding, and laying, and breed lay breed lay breed lay breed LAY-

With a moan from her mouth and a splash from her twat, a torrent of jelly eggs began to fall from Katherine’s pussy, sliding out on a torrent of jellycum. One by one, they fell out and downward, sticking together, the jellycum congealing and hardening quickly around them even as more and more came sliding out.

Emily watched in fascination as Katherine, the Jellymama, rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, as more and more small eggs slid out, a dozen, two dozen, three.

As the torrent of blissful eggs came to an end, Katherine sighed shakily. She pushed herself backward, onto the soft cushion of her ass. Her nipples and belly button leaked a constant stream of milk and goop now. Katherine sighed in relief, tweaking one nipple as she gazed at Emily. “Come here, Emily. You need some of this too. Need to be able to feed the babies, after all.”

Emily crawled forward on her hands and knees, her breasts and pregnant belly hanging below her. Her eyes were deep green, and shimmering along with Katherine’s. She reached her Jellymama, crawling up into Katherine’s enormous lap, before reaching up to one massive breast almost as big as she was, and taking the gigantic nipple into her mouth.

Emily began to suckle, feeling her brain go fuzzy and soft as the alien milk gently flowed into her. A feeling of warmth and safety overtook her as she slid into a quiet milk dream, of breasts and blankets and warm, jiggly mother’s milk. She nestled closer to the big, soft cushion of Jellymama’s goop-filled tummy, the warmth radiating from it filling her with an even more soothing sense of calm.

Jellymama smiled drunkenly, stroking Emily’s hair with one hand and kneading her pregnant gut with the other as Emily nursed from her breasts. She whispered softly. “Goop… goop… goop…”

A delightful chill ran up Jellymama’s spine, and she giggled as she felt a familiar pressure in her ear canal. A cool, slimy sensation trickled around her earlobe as the Jellyslime eased itself out, stretching so it was still connected to Jellymama’s brain. Jellymama could still hear it speak to her.

Look at her, Host! She’s so beautiful!

Jellymama nodded, her heart swelling as she tenderly nudged Emily’s bangs from her forehead. “She is, isn’t she?”

Emily sighed contently around Jellymama’s nipple, unconsciously nuzzling closer as she suckled.

“She’s so…cute.”

Jellymama looked at the Jellyslime as it hung in the air in front of her face, suspended from her ear. “Thank you, Jellyslime. Thank you for… all of this.”

Of course! It’s my job to make you beautiful! And this is just the beginning! Once your eggies hatch, they’ll be able to help us make even more people beautiful! We have so many friends to Spread to!

Jellymama nodded, an eager smile spreading across her face. “Let’s let Emily sleep for a little while. She’s been so stressed for so long, she deserves this.”

Her life’s gonna be so much easier and simpler now.

Jellymama leaned forward, gently kissing the Jellyslime atop its little head. With a muffled giggle, it withdrew itself back into her brain case.

~/~/~

A few days later…

The apartment building quietly became closed off to the outside world.

Its residents were quickly finding themselves preoccupied by the newfound changes brought on by the surprise visitors that had slithered out of their vents in the night.

So many different, delightful, delicious changes.

~/~/~

Apartment 2A

Jade was fused to the wall by a mass of goop.

Their arms were pinned straight to the wall on either side of them, their face, breasts, and enormously swollen belly protruding from the goop.

Their newly chubby legs were spread wide, exposing their asshole to the jelly tentacle that was steadily thrusting in and out of their anus.

Their newly-grown jellycock leaked a slow stream of thick, sweet, blueberry-flavored cum.

They moaned gently around the penis-shaped mass in their mouth that was filling them with molten sweetness, their blue-tinted eyes rolling backward into their head in pleasure.

~/~/~

Apartment 3B

Veronica was on her hands and knees, sucking on her boyfriend’s jellycock.

One hand was between her legs, pumping her own jellycock that had grown in, leaking a delicious grape-flavored purple.

Her boyfriend Peter was sprawled backward, giggling an insensate stream as he thrust into his girlfriend’s goopy mouth, his own stomach swollen with so many lovely, delicious eggs.

The two of them, dazed and saturated in sweetness, were accelerating in their transformation in a different, exciting way. Their flesh, which had that same goopy sheen to it, seemed to be melting together where they touched, Veronica’s fingers sinking deeper and deeper into her jellycock, the pleasure organ melding with her limb as she pumped it back and forth.

Had she had the presence of mind to do so, she would have found it increasingly hard to remove Peter’s jellycock from her mouth.

With their combined love, the two were slowly becoming a singular entity, devoted entirely to its own self-sustaining pleasure.

~/~/~

Apartment 3E

Zoe’s head tilted backward, extra chins already growing as another Lesser Jellyslime squirmed its way down her throat. She moaned in a combination of satisfaction from the fruit candy flavor, and slowly mounting lust, as she scrabbled for her new dripping pussy with one fat hand, fumbling past her growing belly, before she dug three fingers deep into her snatch. She moaned greedily at the new sensations, her slowly goopifying hand slipping deeper and deeper inside.

Iris was on her back, thrusting her hips into the air as a Lesser Jellyslime crawled into her asshole. Her girlcock was rock-hard, even as the mutations caused it to shrink, smaller and smaller, until it at last inverted with a slow, rolling orgasm. Her toes curled, her tongue hung from her mouth as she moaned incomprehensibly, the Jelly mutations setting in as her skin gained a translucent hue, like a blueberry flavored Gummy. Her thighs and hips began to balloon outward.

Iris grasped for her girlfriend’s hand, and found it reaching back for her. The two slowly-growing slaves to the Jelly pulled each other closer, before pulling each other into a wet, goopy kiss. Their tongues swirled in the middle, moaning into each other’s mouths as more and more Lesser Jellyslimes slipped inside of them.

They gasped for breath in between kisses.

“Luh’ joo-“

“-love you too-“

“You’re gonna be… such a great… mother…”

Iris almost wept with joy at the thought. “We both are.”

~/~/~

“I’ve really missed you guys.”

The Jellymama smiled. “We’ve missed you too, Goro! You’re in town, right? Want to come by for a while? You can stay the night!”

“Sure, if you’ll have me!”

Katherine chuckled as she rocked back and forth on her knees, plunging her jellycock in and out of Emily’s ear, fucking her brain, drowning any remaining thoughts she may have had under an ocean of soporific jellycum.

Emily twitched, goop leaking from her ears and eyes as her brain was scrambled further by the Jellycock. The eggs she and Jellymama had laid days before had long hatched, tiny Jellyslimes crawling all over her, sliding in and out of her pussy and enlarged nipples. Emily’s body, modified by the Jelly to be optimal for breeding, shook and jiggled in pleasure as her babies crawled all over her, planting her with their gentle kisses, sliding up into her womb to curl up next to their unhatched siblings. Emily had already been stuffed full of her second clutch, her belly large and round.

“G-g-goop… goop… goop… goop…”

The Jellymama felt her pussy spasm just a little at the sight. Smiling softly, she turned her attention back to the phone call. “Of course, Goro! You know we love to have you over!”

“Great! I’ll be there soon!”

Jellymama laughed softly as she hung up the phone, tucking it into the Jelly beneath her massive, heavy breast. Her enormous belly shook as she moaned loudly, her jellycock spurting more jellycum into Emily’s ear.

Emily shook, babbling a few incomprehensible sounds as she slumped backward, a dumb, drunken grin on her face as she giggled happily, nothing left in her head but happy, happy goo.

Smiling with pride at her first subject, Jellymama reached down, gently stroking Emily’s enormous belly. Emily moaned in mindless pleasure, drooling a thin trickle of green down her growing chins. Her body, stomach, and breasts had continued growing as she became one with the goop, and she was rapidly on her way to becoming wider than she was tall.

Jellymama could sense the other converts in the building. Jade, Veronica and Peter, Iris and Zoe, and so many more. All of them were changing as the goop rewrote their bodies and minds, bringing them closer and closer together, turning more and more into silly Jelly fuckbeasts.

Jellymama smiled, sitting back down on her gigantic cushion of an ass to wait for Goro to arrive. If Emily had recovered enough by the time he arrived, maybe he could walk in to the sight of Jellymama fucking her brain again, or maybe to Emily laying her jellyeggs.

Maybe Jellymama would let the pheromones take him, make him so horny, turn him into an adoring slave to her body with a huge, goop-enhanced cock.

Or maybe she could stuff him bodily up into her big goopy twat, let the Jelly work its magic on him by just submerging him in it, turn him into a cute little goopling to ooze around and do as he was told.

Jellymama couldn’t wait.

#goo girl #transformation nsft #hypnosis #corruption kink #goop tag #my posts

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My entry for the Shoreline path of Ebb and Flow, following Vahi's adventure with a new friend - Faraway, belonging to zokerfel.

Featuring some other esk belonging to others as well! I also wrote some poetry blurbs, which I'll add under the cut.

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— Intro —

I come upon a distant shore where the waters break upon the stone So many of us are here at the edge Though I know not why to the sea we were led.

My footsteps ripple in an echo of the sea As I approach a collection of misplaced things A shining pearl, a fossil inlaid within stone, and— A camera, forgotten and buried in the sand.

It reminds me of the past, a different life And I can't help but be drawn to this item's strife Lost, yet with memories still within Forgotten, yet perhaps still remembering.

And it is now that from the water, another appears An esk that shimmers and glimmers, and without any fear Looks upon me with curiosity, which I return, "Hello," I greet, with another's words.

It seems we are both called here by the sea and so I invite him to come with me. Faraway he is called, and curious is he And agrees to come with and see where this would lead.

So I lift the camera with invisible hands Freeing it from the grasp of the sands And together we depart, walking side by side By the edge of the rising tide.

— Chapter 1 —

We find a house built on a cliff over the sea Quiet and empty of people, but we find ourselves inside, and there we spot Collections of items from shells to rocks.

There are photos here, of joy and delight I linger upon them, engraving them upon my sight. Perhaps this very camera captured these scenes— And I mean to return the item, but Faraway sees

A flower on the table lit in golden glow By the setting sun's light through the window It has its own beauty, and we spend a moment in silence But we know it is lost. So it is decided—

The camera we leave, the flower we take For a moment we linger, before another journey we make.

— Chapter 2 —

We speak, but not in so many words We watch the sea, the sands, the birds Curious am I, and curious is he And so we enjoy these scenes by the sea

A pull guides us, though we are in no rush The sun sets, and so comes nighttime's hush The stars appear; I let them linger in arcs as the moon rises, cutting through the dark.

We find the green where the flower belongs Far from the sea and the ocean's songs But there we find another interloper A sea slug, too far from the lifeblood of water.

The flower we return, and the slug we invite We leap into the air under the moonlight Towards the sea, the pools by the shore Where we hope to guide this creature home.

— Chapter 3 —

We rise above the land below On footsteps that ripple and in moonlight, glow We rush to the tide pools, the slug riding with me And quickly arrive right by the sea.

There we return it, there it alights Slipping into the water, and to our delight As we watch it settle in the ocean's swell It quickly recovers, alive and well.

I and Faraway are quite pleased Though we still linger here, in the ocean's breeze We watch the arcs of the stars in the sky And the echoes of movements carved in moonlight.

I am not quite ready for our adventure to be over For oh, how rare it is to find another Who sees the world in all its wonder Who lingers beside me, watching, together.

And it isn't, quite yet, as we see A spark appears, and Faraway looks at me "Another leg of the journey, then?" I click in agreement, and we go, again.

#art #my art #procreate #scheduled #esk #twwm #CS #poetry #long post

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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omfg I love what you did with the slime, I’ve been watching a lot of fantasy/slimecicle (a streamer) so I’ve grown attached too slimes.

I love the idea that slimes can’t really be hurt by physical attacks but they are hurt with magic.

so while reading that a devious idea came to me. Like imagine reader getting like stabbed or something, and having to explain it didn’t hurt them-

also, if the requests from anyone ever start making you feel burnt out, don’t be afraid to take a break, we’ll all wait for you ♥️

That sounds fun! And honestly, Slime!Reader is a cutie-patootie. It just doesn't help when everyone else says it, constantly. Now, let's dive in:

Reader didn't realize they'd been stabbed right away.

How could they? Being hit or cut or bitten doesn't really... do much? It just... feels a little numb. Of course the anti-mutant bigots don't know that.

"Rot in h*ll, mutant scum!" shouts the deranged person who had stabbed them, eyes wild and face puffed and red. That quickly turns a new shade of red, almost purple, when they realize their attempted murder did nothing.

"WHAT THE F-"

They're quickly cut off the moment one of the adult mutants tackles them, sending them sprawling to the pavement. That's also the moment the rest of the team closes in. They're the ones who notice the knife first.

"Oh my God!"

"Reader, are you okay?!"

"Don't move! Don't pull it out either!"

"What?" Reader asks, only to look down and see... a knife. A pretty big one, too, sticking out of their stomach. Ooooh...

"Um... guys. I'm fine."

"How the f*ck are you fine?!"

"I'm made of slime. If you stab a piece of jell-o, it doesn't hurt. Same goes for me," Reader replies, and in a swift tug, they pull the knife out.

Their teammates almost faint from that, until they realize their wound isn't bleeding and they aren't screaming in pain. There's a little ooze leaking out, but the wound seals over in a few seconds.

"See? Good as new!" Reader chirps.

"..."

"We... need to take a minute. Someone please call the Professor/Magneto..."

In the background, the team feral, who overheard all of this, is busy beating the human to a pulp, while making plans to keep any sharp objects away from their resident sea slug...

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #🐌slime!reader

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grigori77 · 2 months

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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 86

Matt: "Don't ask." Yes, probably best ...

Maps! Yay! I love maps! Oh! Czepeku! I love these guys! Nice! And now the costumes make sense. Matt: "What's happening?" Yeah ... we're with you. And now he won't say their name ... Marisha: "Say it, bitch!" LOL

A Luxon D20 with a LIQUID CORE?!!! OH MY GODS ... so cool ... O.O

Liam O'Brien delivered a truly BIZARRE Jester impression there ... cue OG turn from Laura to show us how it's really done ..

Oh yeah! Fearne's in another dimension ... so where is she?

Perception check? Nat20! Nice ... oh yes, US the portal still there? It is ... oh thank fuck ... in she goes ... and she's BACK!!!

Yeah, actually sleep sounds good. They really need it. Goodbye mist form, but still ... like they really are on the verge of exhaustion ...

BTW I am going quietly nuts over Marisha's look tonight ... it's genuinely adorable ... :3

Through the mouth? Is that an EXCUSE, Fearne? Are you being sneaky flirty?

Yes! Anchor a line with the rod. Good idea. It WOULD probably pay to check this out. Be a good retreat point if needed ...

Oh yeah, good point. Would that transfer thing be a potential beacon for Otohan?

So Imogen gets an extra Sorcery point? That is pretty cool ...

Ah yes, Chetney's tools. Affixing a piton for thd rope. Meanwhile Fearne takes the tethered Immovable Rod ... while still a leaf sheep sea slug? Not gonna work ... no, Orym takes it while she guides him through ...

Wow ... Liam STILL doesn't know zll his stats that well ... XD Messy ...

They're trying SO HARD to make Matt accidentally describe this as passing through a weird magic butthole ... XD

Travis: "Chetney's leaving to pursue his fortunes elsewhere."

Aha ... so they ARE on Exandria? Interesting ... but WHERE?

Turning into clouds while still in the water would probably be a bad idea ...

Discussing Fearne and Werewolf Chetney's "sexy time" ... yeah ...

On the shore of this strange lake ... ah yeah, Nature Check! Smart ... pine-trees ... higher altitude ... this is VERY NEW to them ... interesting ... are they on Tal'dorei, perhaps? Near Vasselheim, maybe? THAT would be interesting ...

Mist once more ... heading UP!!! So what do we see?

T-shirt shenanigans ... oh Samuel, you are playing with fire ... XD

A village! Nice ... heading down again ...

Street level! Here we go ... well into the evening ... the place seems to be abandoned ... strange ...

Dusty empty general store ... looks like it's been empty for a while ...

FCG suggests they're in an alternate dimension ... unfortunately much what I was considering ... not that I LIKE this idea any ...

Overgrown gardens ... yeah, another suspicious sign ... some of the buildings are collapsed ...

Ria'doin village ... Lake Umamu ...

It's somewhere in Marquet? Issylra, maybe? Hmmmm ...

Ashton checks out the most expensive house ... which seems to have been ransacked ... but a long time ago ...

Imogen picks up shoreline pebbles snd loose bits of wood from the town.

Grim Psychometry! Here we go ... no joy ... hmmm ...

Chetney joins Ashton, starts checking the house for hidden rooms, etc. Small compartment under the bed, but already emptied ... yup ...

Laudna finds mention of people disappearing ... a whole slew of families leaving ... no, DISAPPEARING ... rumor, conjecture ... then nothing? Weird ...

It's all very X-Files, really ...

FCG casts Speak With Animals on a local bird ... oh, he really does HATE birds, clearly ... talk about trauma ... XD

Matt Mercer ... master of creepy looks ... LOL

FCG has to mark off a Stress Point ...

People walk into the lake? Oh boy ... yeah, this place is CURSED!!! I fucking knew it!

Chetney DEFINITELY wants to sleep here now, just to see what happens ... yeah ...

Aha! Yes, is Imogen picking anything up with her telepathic abilities right now? Nothing ... hmmm ...

Deciding to sleep in the expensive place. It's serviceable fir the night, at least. Setting in ...

Oh dear ... worst time for intrusive thoughts ... XD

Examining spoils ... a Ring of Life Awareness ... whoops ... well THAT'S not a good thing at all ... does thr Ring have tracking? Crap ...

His new feat? Oh yeah, his deal with Nana Morri ... of course ... Master Craftsman! Ooooooòoooooh ... O.O

First watch, Fearne and Chetney ...

Nothing happens ...

Second, Orym and Imogen ...

Orym is attempting to communicate with Caleb Widogast ... oh fuck me it WORKS!!!

CALEB!!! THE DIRT WIZARD LIVES!!! I mean obviously WE know this already, but still ...

Imogen casts Sending to Caleb ... and it WORKS ... then tries to Send to Keyleth ... fuck, it worked AGAIN!!! Sweet!

Catamaran Reach in Issylra! Yup! They were right!

Okay, so she's gonna try snd meet up with them? That's smart ...

Awwwwwwww ... such a sweet moment for these two ... :3 Orym DESERVES a break, so he needs this.

Holy fuck, it's Jester! Oh my gods!

Yeah, she is as adorable as ever ... I love how she can just keep it up now with Unlimited Sendings ... XD

Orym tries to get through to Dorian ... gods I want this to work SO BADLY ...

No response, but he's sure he heard something OUTSIDE?!!! He thinks it might be Dorian ... oh fuck! Creepy horror movie vibes! DO NOT GO, ORYM!!!

No, Orym is just GOING TO THE DOOR ...

Laudna sends Pate to look for him ... literally CHUCKS HIM out the window ... oof ...

Yes, this is a super creepy situation and NOBODY should go ANYWHERE ... and now Ashton can hear something ...

Oh right, of course, clearly there is something IN THE LAKE that's trying to draw people in ... they need to IGNORE THIS FREAKY FEELING!!!

Hunter's Bane? Oh, smart ...

Chetney and FCG are going to investigate ... for fuck's sake ... and now more of them are going ...

Yeah, this is all going south SO FAST ...

Imogen casts Detect Thoughts ... oh shit there IS something IN the fucking lake! Great ...

Liam: "We are in Derry, Maine." Of fucking COURSE they are ...

Imogen tries to Command them all to return to the house ... it works, but not on Ashton ... CRAP!!!

Laudna sends Pate after him ...

And now the other two are going in again! Shit! And NOW Matt decides to call a fucking break? SERIOUSLY?!!!

Welcome back to SHEER FUCKING PANIC!!!

Imogen tries to hold onto Orym ... strength check? Somehow he STARTS TO BEAT HER in that, so they're now BOTH going in! Aaaaaaaah!!!

Fearne tries to Scorching Ray all of them ... but they're ALREADY underwater! Crap!

Laudna sticks her head UNDER THE WATERro try snd see boats? Hmmmm ... amazingly, there are FOUR sunken boats here! Wow ...

She PULLS ONE UP out if the water ... oh fuck she's BROUGHT IT TO FUCKING LIFE!!! And it can talk and crawl around ... bloody hell ... as is THE ROPE ATTACHED TO IT!!! She sends both to collect the others ...

FCG's going down to try and help ...

Weird underwater growth? Oh for FUCK'S SAKE it's some kind of twisted monster! Lovely!

Damn, it's COLD down here! And it's starting to have an effect on EVERYBODY down here now ...

Oh shit it's fucking HYPOTHERMIA!!! They are in DEEP SHIT right now!

Bones. Lots of bones. Yup, this is definitely NOT GOOD.

Mind Sliver? GO IMOGEN!!! 16 points of Psychic damage to this ... THING ...

Fearne bamfs out Mister ... who DOES NOT HAVE WATER BREATHING right now! Crap!

All but Ashton manage to snap out of the trance ... lovely. They are back in control but VERY MUCH lost in darkness and icy cold right now ...

Form of Dread! Undead pirate style! Sweet! And they DIVE!!! It's all gone very POTC with the crew of the Flying Dutchman ...

Dimension Door! Nice one Mister! FCG is now free ...

Laudna (pirate voice): "Arrrr! All aboard the Queen De Rolo!"

Imogen stand again, more psychic damage!

Blood Maladict! Chetney does some damage too ... it does not have blood, but he does hurt it. Now he's swimming for his life ...

Orym makes pushing attacks and succeeds ... he's got some "breathing" room ... and he sees the bones ... tries to grab a skull, but it manages to grab him again in the process! Crap ...

FCG grabs the boat's bough ... grabs his coin snd tries to Turn Undead ... BOOM!!! Unfortunately the creature manages to resist ... but LAUDNA IS EFFECTED TOO!!! Shit ... Nat19! Oh thank fuck ... she resists because "she's a dope underwater captain." XD

The rope grabs Chetney and pulls him up. Laudna: "Give yerself to the Kraken!" LOL ... He unleashes Turmoil and Blasts the beastie ... POW!!!

Marisha: "This is THE BEST SPELL and I'm so glad I took it!"

Now she's trying to frighten the thing with her Form of Dread. Travis: "You CAN intimidate this kelp!" Whoa, a fucken NAT1!!! Jeeze ...

This has become SO VERY SURREAL ...

Somehow BOATY SAVES HER LIFE ...

Shocking Grasp! Go Imogen! 12? Balls ...

Fearne tries to swim in to rescue Ashton ... that's a SHITE roll ... yeah, he is just TOTALLY obscured still ...

Orym breaks free, and now he can BARELY make Ashton out ... wait, HOW THE FUCK did he just move like that? He slashes through snd now Ashton's free ... but he just starts trying to claw his way back in again? Fuck ... Orym tries and fails to break him out again ...

Chetney swipes with Turmoil again ...

Fearne tries to snap Ashton out of it ... NO JOY, and it's BECAUSE OF THE HERO'S FEAST?!!!

FCG tries to flip the coin underwater ... and loses it! It sinks ... but then ACTIVATES!!! BOOM!! Somehow that manages to break Ashton out of the trance! Yes! He books it!

Laudna breeches the boat back to the surface!

Big boom! Everybody run! But YES!!! That's a good point! They need to stay and warn about the thing down below ...

Crap ... the bost and rope are NO LONGER alive ... they swim back to the shore ...

Well, at least they're all out again ...

Balls ... they can't send any more messages ... Chetney carves a warning on the dock. A very obscure warning ... hmmm ... oh, leave the skull for people to talk to?

Orym (spooky voice): "Dead gnomes make no toys!"

They're all so tired ... wait, they're going BACK IN?!!! Hmmm ...

They set up signs matking where yo go, then go back in ... the creature is not there at this time, so they can safely go back through thd portal ... back jn the cave, then ...

Laudna sets up for a watch ...

Orym wonders why Dorian didn't answer the stone ... oh no, don't do that to yourself, wee man.

Wow ... Laudna is having a weirdly profound existential conversation with Pate ... hmmm ...

Oh for fuck's ... DO NOT talk to Delilah, Laudna!

Disturbingly, the ruthless evil bitch is actually giving her some pretty good advice ... oh boy, and here comes the seduction, right on time ... back off, Delilah ...

Laudna: "Are you Pate?" Oh boy ... thankfully no ... oh for fuck's ... now she's SEEING HER ...

Thank the gods ... FINALLY a long rest ... morning comes ...

Oh fuck, greasy takeout sounds SO GOOD right now ... damn you, Ashton ...

Going up sounds like the smart move ... yes, as Orym's saying, "stay curious."

Leaving an arrow to follow ...

A Ring of Protection? Nice. The Tiny Tank (aka Orym) takes it ...

Laudna puts the Harness on and drains the other ring ... whoa ... she gets a permanent 2 extra HP! Sweet ...

Time to climb ...

Group Athletics Check ... great ... 2 Nat20s? Automatic success ... phew ...

FCG tries to Scry on Ira ... the connection fails ... interesting ... communications are once again buggered ... even more interesting ... seems like the Latticework is blocking the signal between worlds ...

Bane-worm? Crap ...

The tunnel just ENDS? Balls ... it's just a hard compacted collapse, no way through.

Oh yeah, can Ashton do something about this? Oh wow, he's doing it ... Ashton activates his Shard and goes all Dragonball Z again ...

Sweet, our boy is now a burrowing GOD ... that's VERY COOL ... he just powers his way STRAIGHT UP ... and surfaces headfirst into a massive dust storm ... he goes back down ... SUPERHERO LANDING!!!

Chetney ATTACKS ASHTON by chucking his chisel at him ... and HITS!!! Oof ... he just POPS IT BACK OUT and stabs it VERY DEEP INDEED into the wall ... that is VERY COOL ...

So they're going up? Okay ... he carves another diagonal tunnel for them up to the surface.

Still a storm up here, but lighter now ...

Scry balk is dark ... phew ...

Imogen tries to reach out to scan the area, Ruidusborn style ... now they have a path, but may also have broadcast their location ...

So goals ... find the Friends of the Volition ...

The Scroll? Ah crap ... read it! Put the protective magic up ... now they're theoretically undetectable ...

Imogen leaves a triggered message that can only activate if an ally passes by ... a Mind Egg? Hmmm ...

So now they're walking through the chappy dust and wind ... charming ...

A vibration in the air? Oh hell what's THIS SHIT?

EVERYTHING'S lighting up? Oh fuck ... IT'S A FLARE!!! FUCK!!!

Imogen and Fearne and now just PULSING OUT ... weird shit ...

It passes and Fearne's still glowing but Imogen's gone ... crap, she's HOVERING IN THE AIR and just SUPERCHARGED ... she snaps out of it and drifts down ...

They BOTH now have 15 temporary Hit Points? Awesome ...

Ashton is just CRUISING THROUGH THE GROUND ahead of them. Like a land shark ... O.O

Eventually he pops up and changes back ... and now he is A WRECK ... great ... TWO WHOLE POINTS OF EXHAUSTION?!!! Holy shit ...

FCG casts a 4th Level Greater Restoration to bring him back up to health again ...

Fearne turns into a direwolf and scouts on ahead.

A carved valley? Hmmm ... oh, an actual CITY ... that's Kreviris, then ...

And that's it for the night ...

Phew ... at least it's s chilled out end for once ...

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For Your Thoughts

Weighty thoughts continue to plague you. While out on a walk, you get another visitor who has plenty on his mind to share. (Takes place after So Much More.)

You x Sea Slug Sun wordcount: 3030

Sea Slug AU belongs to @scarredlove

Hello, mortification, you're old friend. A friend you were currently shaking hands with as you sat on your bed, Moon hovering over you, with Sun standing there holding your spray bottle as he observed the pair of you with his gleaming, opalescent eyes. You normally kept it on hand to cool yourself off if need be, but Sun had decided to use it to squirt his brother like he were a misbehaving cat.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Moonie,” Sun said, setting the bottom back on your desk. “You just seemed so distracted I wasn't sure how else to get your attention."

Moon's sharp teeth were bared in annoyance. Whatever moment Moon had been trying to build was effectively ruined by his brother's appearance. His antennae twitched as he glowered at Sun with sour petulance. "Well, you've definitely got my attention now. Is that what you wanted?"

"Indeed... you didn't tell us you were going to visit our old friend." Sun's tone was sweet but the undercurrent of irritation was glaringly apparent. He subtly wiped his hands over his robes. "We were... worried."

Moon's gaze narrowed slightly. "Oh, you were worried? How sweet of you," he replied sarcastically, sounding anything but grateful. "I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that you were worried I'd mess up something, right?"

Oh, gosh.... the tension was unbearable. You glanced between the pair of them and hurriedly spoke up. "Um... it's fine. Everything is fine.” You sat up, scooting away from Moon to put some distance between the two of you. “Moon, thank you for coming to visit. Though... it is getting late and I should probably sleep soon."

Moon glanced at you, his eyes softening as you thanked him, and you could tell he was trying his best not to act upset. "Aw, are you kicking me out?" he asked with a playful smirk, clearly hoping to lighten the mood before he left.

You gave a weak laugh, feeling the tension lighten some. "I don't wanna keep you from them," you said, giving Moon an excuse to leave so he could sort things out with Sun. You carefully pulled your hand away from his. "But... thanks again. It really meant a lot."

He stared at you as you slipped your hand away. For a second it seems that he had something to say, almost like he wanted to pull you back. But then he sighed, slowly leaning back.

"Yeah...you're welcome," he said softly, standing up from the bed.

"Sorry for the intrusion, pearl," Sun said, shooting a bright smile your way. It sounded like he was apologizing on both his and Moon's behalf. "I promise I'll find some way to make it up to you next we meet."

Before you could tell him that it wasn't as big of a bother as he made it out to be, Sun began shepherding Moon towards and out the window from whence they came. They were speaking to each other in their own language, and even though you couldn't understand the words, you could tell they were arguing. A frown was plastered on Moon's face - you could hear his voice, slightly raised but barely so. Once they were gone, you heard the window being closed and then silence. The only sound in the room was you, the sounds of you inhaling and exhaling.

You got up from your chair then walked over to the window. The window that was now closed and the window that separated you and them.

Dammit... you missed them already.

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The next day passed both agonizingly slowly and swiftly. You spent a few hours applying for jobs, but when it came to your spare time... well, you had tried to do things. You'd already done most of the chores around the house earlier that week. You thought about all the things you wanted to do, yet you could never quite motivate yourself to get started. Like being stuck in quicksand or a tar pit.

It was getting late in the day and you had decided to take a walk on the beach, just to do something. Just so you could trick your mind into believing that you had done something, accomplished something. You bullied yourself into putting on clothes and leaving the house. Once you were outside, the idea of taking a walk came easier. Like, you were already outside so may as well follow through.

Roughly ten minutes later you were walking along the shoreline. It was close to the golden hour, and most people had gone home or back to their hotels due to the evening chill. Being outside, with the smell of the salt and sand, and the breeze on your face, you felt a little calmer.

Or at least you had, until a voice spoke up from right behind you. “Greetings, pearl!”

You hadn't expected sudden company. Although perhaps you probably should have. It still scared you though. Enough to where you jumped and cursed out loud, very loudly. Whirling around, you caught sight of Sun emerging from the frothy waves, glistening with droplets of sea water. He easily shook them off like a spray of tiny diamonds.

He laughed as you scolded and cursed in the evening, his wide smile bright and infectious. "I must say, it's always such a pleasure to witness your reactions. You always look so cute, the way you jump at the most trivial things." He stepped closer to you, completely undeterred by the glower you were leveling at him.

"It's not trivial when you sneak up out of the water like that," you griped. "Give me a dang heart attack why don't you?" Despite the initial irritation of being caught off guard and jump scared, you were actually.... relieved to see him? Was relief the right word? Content? Whelmed? …Happy? You pulled out your water bottle to take a drink.

Sun smirked and chuckled softly, looking at you with bright and sparkling white eyes. His aura was relaxing and calming. "Well, it's all for the charm, right? The element of surprise. It gets you all riled up, your... heart starts beating so fast..." His grin widened as he continued in a more teasing tone. "You could say I make your heart... skip a beat."

You nearly choke, coughing as a burst of guffaws erupted from your throat. "I cannot believe you actually just said that, oh my gosh..." You continued to giggle, covering your mouth to stifle the noises. Wow... this was the second time you'd laughed this month. Like full on laughing. It felt so wild. Like tasting your favorite treat for the first time in months.

Sun beamed as he watched you giggle. You didn't know it, but oh, how he loved it when you laughed. The sunset was just as beautiful as the sound of your giggles, and to experience both at the same time was truly a treat.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I say something funny?" he asked with a sly grin, leaning in a bit closer so your cheeks flushed from his nearness.

"No, no, not at all," you said, taking a deep breath to compose yourself. "So... were you and Moon able to clear the air?" The last time you had seen them, Sun had seemed really upset by the fact that Moon apparently had snuck out to see you without letting his brothers know.

Sun chuckled under breath but didn't respond immediately as he gazed out towards the sea, looking thoughtful. "It was a bit messy, but overall... yes." He finally looked back at you, his pupils disappearing as his bright eyes absorbed the fading sunlight. "Moon was forgiven. Not that I could stay mad at him... but let's not talk about that silly drama for now. I'd much rather hear about you," he said, adjusting his robes as he spoke.

While you were happy to hear that things weren't rocky between the two, when Sun suggested talking about you, well, you immediately shied away from the idea. "Oh, things are... you know.... fine."

Sun tilted his head slightly, his eyes studying your behavior as the frills surrounding his face twitched slightly. "Are they, really?" he whispered, leaning closer. "You seem quite... distant, as if something is bothering you."

"Nothing interesting has been going on with me," you insisted. "What about you? What have you and the others been up to all these years?"

"Nothing interesting?" Sun repeated, his gaze attentive, studying yours. "Don't lie, I know when you're lying. What's wrong?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest.

You sighed heavily. The real answer was: a lot. Too much. But maybe you could just start small. "I haven't been sleeping very well," you confessed. "I'm exhausted, like all the time."

"You look it." Sun nodded, looking at your face, at your tired, sleepless expression, and the dark circles under your eyes. "What's been keeping you up? Bad dreams, perhaps?"

You shook your head. "Insomnia, it's a disorder that makes it hard to sleep. I've been dealing with it for a while now." It was a side effect of the medicine that you were on but he didn't need to know that for right now.

"Insomnia..." he murmured, nodding slowly. “That sounds difficult. You do seem to have a mind that constantly thinks things. Overthinks." His rays twitched and his next words sounded almost sad. "Can't sleep when your head is filled with thoughts."

You gave a weak laugh, dragging your nails through your hair. “Ain't that the truth? Most nights my head feels like... like a tide pool, where the sediment is getting constantly stirred up. The water is always cloudy, nothing was clear. Just a murky mess.”

"There, my friend. Exactly. You said it yourself. Your head is too crowded, too noisy. Mind's a mess, right? Can't sleep when your head's a messy mess." His hands smoothed over the ruffles of his robes. "What usually goes inside it? Do you think a lot about something or nothing at all?"

"Hey, how about we talk about you for a bit?" you suggested, fidgeting back and forth restlessly. You appreciated that Sun was trying to understand but you just weren't in a good head space to discuss it right now.

"Me? Really? You want to know about me?" He looked genuinely surprised at your question before his voice turned teasing again right away. "You really want to know what I think all day?"A tiny, coy smile played around his lips.

You managed a smile in return. "Sure, that'd be a great place to start. Penny for your thoughts. Or maybe a seashell since I don't have a penny right now. But I'm pretty sure I could find a seashell if you give me a few minutes."

Sun chuckled, his bright eyes shining with amusement. "I'll wait as long as necessary for the sea shell."

You smiled, finding some solace in the fact that you'd managed to make him smile. You dug your heels into the damp sand as you rocked back and forth. “I'll find you a really good one, promise.”

His body shifted towards you as he hummed thoughtfully. "Well then, what do you want to know? My thoughts? My fears?” As he spoke his hand slowly, almost cautiously came into contact with yours. It was such a delicate touch, just a light brushing of his knuckles against yours. Yet it sent a tremble through you. A weird, delightful tremble. He looked like he wanted to hold your hand, but something was stopping him. “My desires?"

"What are you thinking about right now?" you asked curiously.

Sun smirked, his eyes locking on yours again, watching you and your movements. "Right now?" he asked, pondering the question. His eyes were almost hypnotizing in the evening light. "I'm... thinking about you. Your company. The way you move, how your hair sways with the wind. How light the sand is around your feet, how the sun looks in your eyes." He sighed, a long and wistful sigh. "I'm just thinking about you, thinking about us, about right now."

You were admittedly taken off guard by that. Like... wow. Were those... were those butterflies in your stomach? You weren't even sure how to respond. You were too busy preoccupied with how hot your face felt against the cool evening air. "Ah.... that is quite a thought. Worth two sea shells at least." Oh my gaud, why am I like this? You thought.

Sun giggled, feeling positively delighted. He was unsure if his teasing was going a bit too far, but he couldn't resist seeing your reaction. Your cheeks were so pink now, like two fresh roses planted on your cheeks. Seeing such an adorable sight made him positively giddy. The way you played with the air, trying to look casual and relaxed, he had to suppress another laugh, his eyes sparkling brighter and brighter.

"I would have to buy a full beach to pay for the seashells I owe you for how precious you look right now."

You spluttered a few incoherent noises before turning fully away from him so he didn't have to see the red splotch that was your face right then. "You can't just say things like that unprovoked. Are you trying to end my life?"

"But you're adorable when you're blushing like this. Did you look in the mirror recently? Your beauty is enough to kill a man." His voice was soft, his gaze was warm and playful, his expression was amused, but he was genuine in his compliments. "Let me see your face again, pretty pearl. Please."

"Stop it," you said softly, covering your burning face with your hands. "If you're just fooling around, please stop." Because there was just no way he could truly feel that way. Not when you felt like such hot garbage.

Sun paused, he looked at you and realized that you were serious. Your blushing expression, your face that was heating up, and your attempt at hiding it; he could tell that you felt insecure and thought less of yourself, and he decided that he can't just let it be. Not when he genuinely saw you as an extraordinarily charming and beautiful person.

"I'm not fooling around," he spoke, his bright eyes locking on yours as he reached forward with trembling fingers. Carefully but firmly, he removed your hands from your face, keeping them trapped between his own as he stared at you seriously.

"Y... you're just saying all this because we were friends all those years ago. But I'm not that person anymore." Gods, how you wished you could be. Things felt so much easier than they did now. You had missed Sun and his brothers dearly and desperately. But that didn't change the fact that they didn't know you anymore and you certainly didn't know them as they were now.

Sun's expression softened for a second keeping a light but firm grip on your hands. "That's the thing. I can see that you've changed, I can see that you don't see yourself as beautifully as I do. But you're still the same person. Yes, time changes everyone, it's inevitable, but that doesn't mean that your core is different. So I know you might not see how lovely that core of yours is. But I can see it clearly, and you better bet that I'll keep reminding you."

Don't cry, don't cry, just.... just take the damn compliment. You take a very, very deep breath, until you thought your lungs might pop, and then exhaled slowly. "I missed you all, a lot. I thought about you so much..." You had never stopped blaming yourself for them getting lost and separated from you.

"I missed you too," Sun spoke softly, as your breathing slowed down, he finally felt like he was getting through your shell. Your fear. Now was the time to push a little, but not be too overbearing. He squeezed your hands with his, but he didn't move any closer. He wanted to make you comfortable with being this close, to feel safe by his side.

"Did you miss us all equally?" he asked suddenly, curiously, as he kept waiting for your answer, your breath. His eyes were sparkling with curiosity again.

You gave a snort and looked up at him. "Sun, really? I never played favorites with you back then, I'm not gonna start now."

"Oh, really?" he snickered, his grip tightening only slightly but enough for you to notice. "You never showed any extra fondness for any of us? Or maybe... extra fondness for one of us?"

You rolled your eyes, slipping your hands away from his, but you couldn't help but smile fondly as the memories started trickling in like a clear water spring. "Still the little attention whore I see. Except not so little anymore."

"Ohhh... You've noticed how tall and handsome I've gotten?" He straightened up to his fullest height, the red spots on his chest gleaming in the waning light, his grin widening. "Now I'm a big attention whore. Positively huge, even!”

You laughed so hard you were clutching your sides. At least he was self aware.

Sun chuckled along with you, enjoying the moment, the two of you laughing together. He was so happy to hear the sound of your mirth, that you seemed to become more relaxed than before, and the way your dimples flashed when you laughed. It all served to make this moment even more beautiful.

"Gods, I'm so glad I've found you again." His voice was soft, the look in his eyes warm and gentle, he paused before speaking again, looking away and scratching the back of his neck. "I hope you still feel the same way about me?"

Honestly, you felt so much lighter than when this conversation started. And it was true. You had missed them, and you were grateful you'd found them again. Just as you opened your mouth to answer, from out of nowhere, an octopus came flying and smacked Sun in the face, clinging to him.

After getting over your shock, a quick glance around and you spotted Moon's gleaming red eyes lurking in the shallows.

To be continued...

#fnaf sundrop #fnaf moondrop #sun x y/n #sun x reader #moon x y/n #moon x reader #sea slug au #justfangirlwritings #no beta we die like pee paw willy

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"Yuu-Yuu hurt." Part 2

Part 1 | Part 3

The teddy bear finds Malleus in the greenhouse with Jade, a rock sitting on the table with mushrooms growing on the surface. Malleus pauses in the middle of his explanation upon spotting it. "Oh, hello, [teddy's name]. What brings you here?"

"[Teddy's name] needs help. Yuu-Yuu feel bad," it says.

Malleus frowns. "What seems to be troubling them?"

"[Teddy's name] doesn't know." The answer astonishes Malleus and Jade, but the matter is put aside to come up with a way to cheer Yuu up.

"Ah, Malleus, do you remember the mushrooms you showed me at our last meeting?"

"The ones that can improve one's mood if properly prepared? Of course."

"Would you be able to show me how to prepare them? They may make a great gift for Yuu, and I have a recipe in mind that the mushrooms may go well with."

Later that night, Yuu is gifted with a delicious plate of mushroom pasta.

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Floyd is on bar shift at the Mostro Lounge. He's pleasantly surprised to see the teddy bear, which is standing on the counter since the stool is too low for it to see him properly. He stares quizzically at the teddy bear when it tells him about Yuu.

"Jade said that you came to him and sea slug-senpai about the same thing. I seriously don't get what you're worried about. Little shrimpy was more bubbly than usual when I saw them."

The teddy bear puts a paw on its muzzle, thinking.

"Go see Azul about this. I don't feel like deciphering anything right now."

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Azul is puzzled at the teddy bear's words, having seen Yuu earlier that day too. But the teddy bear doesn't leave empty handed.

"Give this to them. They'll know what to do," Azul says, handing a folded slip of paper. "By the way, would you happen to be available this Saturday?"

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"First mushroom pasta from Tsunotarou and Jade, and now a therapist recommendation from Azul," Yuu says, staring down at Azul's pretty penmanship. They look over at their teddy bear, who is sitting next to them on the couch, and gives a small smile. "You don't have to do all this, you know. I'm not going through anything bad, and if I was, I would tell someone about it. You know that."

The teddy bears nods, but then waddles over and hugs them. They hug it back. "Thanks, [teddy's name]."

"Did it get someone to give you something again?" Grim had entered the room. He perks up at a thought and hurries over. "Is it food?" he asks excitedly, jumping onto the couch.

"Nope, not this time. Just a recommendation for a therapist."

"Huh?!" He leans forward to look at the teddy bear. "Are you still on about Yuu being hurt? I'm pretty sure with all the attention they're getting, they'd be cheered up already."

"[Teddy's name] trying to help."

Grim sighs. "Who knew you were so stubborn? Buuuuuut, if you're still worrying about them, why don't you ask Trey or Jamil to make something for them? Maybe something with tuna--"

"Grim, no!"

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"They feel bad, but they're not regretful of anything nor are upset," Vil quietly says to himself. He sighs. "I'm afraid I may not be able to help with something like this. Although, it does worry me that Yuu is keeping something well hidden from you and Grim."

"Could it be that they exude a bad presence?" Rook suggests. "You, little protector, are sensitive to Trickster's emotions as well as others' emotions. You do not hesitate to put a comforting paw on a sad student's hand or leg or hug Trickster when something is bothering them. You also have the peculiar ability of knowing Trickster's physical well-being and come running to them when they get injured."

Rook smiles when the teddy bear's eyes glimmer with hope (in his eyes, at least). "By these observations, it would make sense for you to also be sensitive to the atmosphere surrounding them. Would that be correct?"

"YES!" The teddy bear nods fervently.

"Careful! You're going to fall over," Vil says, reaching out a hand to steady the teddy bear.

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"A bad presence surrounding them. . ." Lilia had paused in his search for something that had fallen under his bed.

He sits up and looks around the room. "Hmm. . . Sebek mentioned that you had been going around campus asking for help on cheering up Yuu, but it seems you found the real reason. I may have the solution for your problem. Just give me some time to get everything prepared."

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"Scan complete. There's no physical distress or imbalance in their system," Ortho reports.

"I cannot believe that after getting Lilia's help, it still thinks there's a problem," Sebek remarks, shaking his head. "Has it no faith in him?"

"I don't think that's the case. I'm just surprised that this has been going on for three weeks," Jack says.

Yuu shrugs helplessly. "Well, it's just worried about my well-being. I'm sure that after Ortho tells it I'm fine, it will relax."

". . . Somehow, I doubt that."

"My scans are almost always accurate, though. Idia makes sure my equipment is up to date and I'd know if something is wrong with any of them," Ortho says.

"Erm, sorry, I didn't mean it that way. It's just. . ."

It is then that Kalim and Jamil approach the group, giving a greeting. "You guys seem a little distressed. Is everything all right?" Kalim then asks.

"My teddy bear has been trying to get everyone to cheer me up or help me even though I'm not sad or hurt," Yuu explains.

"Grim did come up to me the other day asking for food to cheer you up. I guess he wasn't lying," Jamil says.

"He did what?! Dang it, I told him no." Yuu huffs. "Anyway, it's recently been thinking that I have a bad presence, so it got Lilia to do a ritual. We just had Ortho do a scan on me, and I think it should calm down after hearing that I'm healthy."

"What about your aura? Those aren't connected to anything physical, and I know someone who specializes in aura detection and healing," Kalim offers.

"I tried scanning for that too, but nothing's come up," Ortho says. "It's the same for curses and other magical debuffs. There's nothing."

"That's strange."

"Perhaps not. It might mean that Lilia's ritual has been effective after all," Sebek boasts.

"I can understand it being protective over you, but there's no reason for you to be targeted for anything. You're as ordinary as they come, if you overlook being from another world," Jamil says.

"Thanks. I really hope it calms down after this. I don't want it to trouble other people," Yuu says.

#yuu's sentient teddy bear #malleus draconia #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #grim (twisted wonderland)#lilia vanrouge #ortho shroud #sebek zigvolt #jack howl #kalim al asim #jamil viper #yuu/mc (twisted wonderland)#EDIT: I totally forgot about Floyd and his nicknames. Just added them #🧸🖊writing

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unionize-aromantically · 8 months

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Hey there buddy! You seem interesting!

Here are some sea slugs

And

Some cool rocks^

And..

Have you read "the professor and the housekeeper"? It's a really sweet book✅✨

Can we be friends?

Oh btw my brother knows a little Norwegian :0 so I know a few phrases, would you like to sometimes teach me some phrases :O

Love languages✅

I feel bribed. I like it. those are some wonderful sea slugs and rocks.

I have not read it. it's the one by Yōko Ogawa right? (it's what came up when I searched for it). it seems nice, maybe I'll check it out!

yeah we can probably be friends :]

jeg lærer deg gjerne litt norsk = I would love to teach you some Norwegian. (jeg (I) lærer deg (teach you) gjerne (gladly / likely / with ease) litt (some) norsk (Norwegian))

fun facts about the sentence:

"gjerne" sounds just like the word for brain, "hjerne" when spoken.

"å lære", to teach, also means learn. it's just the difference between "I learn you Norwegian" vs "I learn Norwegian". (I used plain "learn" to better show off Norwegian linguistical features because we don't use help verbs in the present tense)

languages are sick pro amazing. yeahh.

(edit: I turned off reblog cause the stuff now is just a whole different post)

#asks #bookblogging #multilingualblogging #undescribed #asks: kuhuchan

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vermwerm · 1 year

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very normal queenkaard headcanons 2/2

Subservient: prepared to obey others unquestioningly Less important; subordinate He has suspicious knowledge of chemicals He likes cats, and cats like him He strictly calls those off brand spiders (aka daddy long legs) “harvestmen” and refuses to use their more commonly known nameHe likes the number 34 for no particular reason He writes 7s like i do, weirdly He gives very “stick to the question” answers, a lot of people have constantly given him the “i dont care” when he adds extra information about a topic after answering someones question. He would smell vanilla extract and chug it The first few times Queen complimented him, Rou took it as a joke and awkwardly laughed it off bcuz he genuinely believed (technically believes) he didnt deserve such a thing from someone so superior to him If he had sugar tolerance he would love apple pie with vanilla ice cream He constantly has nightmares about when he almost entirely turned to stone He likes to ice skate, and he wears very specific figure skate shoes or whatever Rou, to try and desperately find purpose, makes it so that he can just be used and discarded at Darkners/Lightners leisure, Que tries to get him out of this habit, but occasionally(read: a lot of the time) he slips back into this habit of just being this useless object thats only there for a minimal amount of things He loves candles, his favorite scents are pumpkin and linen Hes very bad at typing, bcuz he has long nails Oh right i forgot to add on this list, that he has long nails, theyre naturally black :) He can wink but in the unsettling way He hates the words failure and mistake, theyve been used so often to refer to him he hates the way it comes out of peoples mouth He ironically likes the word error, not when referring to him but he likes the way its said and spelled Ok but what if he purred?? Is that too cringe? Well too bad i already have too many headcanons He uses mint flavored toothpaste cuz hes boring Im gonna slap a “you tried” star sticker on his big ass fucking forehead Rou would either have a very flowy silk gown or steal queens clothes to go to bed, no inbetweens Why do i imagine this senario where swatch gets all up in rous face but bcuz king is a fucking dickhead he has a flight or fight response and punches swatch He is very starved for positive affection… so when Que complimented him for the first time he put it off and saw it as a joke yes, but he started wanting to hang out with her more because of said compliments (also he had the biggest crush on her, like he still has the feelings too, but theyre just dating now yippee!!) Yeah he has mommy issues He immediately got tired of the “trans-parent” joke, in general he just doesnt like puns (skill issue) He always gets really happy when Queen compliments him He had this short period of time dating Queen where he would kind of just exist as a yesman to everything Him and lancer both would like the rainbow slug (if you know you know) He can draw, if you peaked in his sketchbook itd be entirely bugs and a lot of Queens He loves iridescent fabric and when he finally decides to sew he likes using the fabric he has to make outfits that fit the iridescent clothing he already has (i hate this wording what the fuck) He kind of likes, sea salt and vinegar, chips He hates the fat on meat and has to spit it out or else he will lose his appetite He sometimes just soaks in a bathtub for too long, i also imagine his weird slime skin is sponge like. Ok maybe ill remove the sponge aspect that was a joke brought on by the question of if he could mold Child rou gives “mom i frew up” vibes His voice claim is the vocaloid voicebank Kevin, a good song is UNCANNY by GHOST/Ghost and Pals :) He probably calls spoiled milk “vintage milk” Rou probably did that bobbin lacing thing, but he dropped that hobby in his 20s

Que

Queen is very warm at all times,very huggable She can cook and is very good at it She loves mistranslated shirts, and has set out to get as many as she can I do maybe fully believe that she would half ironically half unironically call Rouxls “babygirl” Queen has. Good posture Yeah she does his makeup She gives Rou, forehead kisses, or just in general a lot of positive affection She makes the best food, ever She paints Rous nails sometimes She very much constantly compliments Rou My biggest flex is unintentionally predicting AI art /hj; i think that Que cant properly create art and can only really copy or take parts of other peoples art and mash it into one, she can also perfectly replicate art. She draws like a printer too She very easily gets tricked by optical illusions I feel like she would say “holy fuck, holy fucking fuck, that body of yours is absurd” to Rou at least twice

#queen deltarune #rouxls kaard #deltarune #deltarune headcanons #aueue #queenkaard

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heniareth · 1 year

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The Battle of Ostagar

Chapter 3: The Battle Begins

(Full chapter on AO3 or continued below)

Wordcount: 4046

WARNINGS:

general darkspawn hivemind weirdness

some body horror (screaming blood)

death, description of death

the horrors of war (anxiety-inducing)

canon-typical violence

Sulri returned a while after, walking straight towards them. She looked solemn and somber, as if bearing bad news. Astala saw her expression with a twinge of worry. Were they in big trouble?

Sulri tapped Khêd on the shoulder. Khêd didn’t look up and flipped her off. Sulri let out an exasperated huff, crouched down in front of him and started signing away. Khêd avoided looking at her, but Sulri was insistent Finally, something she said made Khêd pay attention. Sulri said something more. Khêd’s mouth was a tight line, but then he relaxed. Forcefully. Astala had no idea someone could be relaxed in such a tense way.

“Fine,” Khêd said, shrug casual and not. “Let’s hear it.”

Sulri gave him a sweet smile and positioned herself so that all three of them could see her. As she started talking, Khêd translated:

“The battle is looking bad. The strategy they will use is solid, but the king’s armies are severely outnumbered, and he refuses to retreat and wait for reinforcements from his uncle in Redcliffe. I tried to help him see reason, but it didn’t work. Tonight will likely end in a defeat for the king’s army.”

Astala felt the palms of her hands starting to sweat. She exchanged a glance with Ilanlas. Maybe they could still leave?

“Fortunately,” Khêd continued his translation, “we will be away from the battlefield- we will!?”

Sulri threw Khêd a scolding look, which he didn’t even acknowledge.

“I’ll throw my beard into the Ancestors’ graves, this is the best bit of news I’ve had in years. Hah!”

He jumped up and pumped his fist in the air. Sulri crossed her arms, evidently not impressed.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, salroka,” Khêd said in a mocking tone. “I’ve seen enough 'locks up close for a lifetime and a half.”

“You are a Grey Warden,” Ilanlas said. “You will see many more.”

“Do you all have to dim the lights?” Khêd said and sighed. “I’m happy about this, okay? Let me have that!”

Ilanlas raised his eyebrows, but shrugged and said nothing more. Khêd shook his head as he sat down.

“I am glad to see the Warden-Captain didn’t catch you,” Sulri continued and turned to Khêd. “Although he will probably suspect it was you.”

Khêd sighed. “Of course he would.”

“Who is the Warden-Captain?” Astala asked.

“Duncan’s right hand,” Khêd said. “Pale. Bald. Tall, but all of you sods are tall.”

Sulri signed something, which Khêd didn’t bother to or didn’t want to translate.

“He was with us down in the Deep Roads and was the one to take over when Duncan left,” Khêd continued.

“You don’t like him?” Astala asked.

Khêd’s only answer was a shrug.

“Alright...” Astala turned to Sulri. “How do you know Teyrn Loghain?”

Surli made a shooing motion with her hand and shook her head.

Now that was forthcoming.

Astala leaned back on her hands to look up at the sky. Despite the strong wind, the dark, oily clouds above were progressing slowly. They crawled along like slugs, blocking out the sun and casting the world into an ever growing shadow. She didn’t like this weather. She’d seen a lot of clouds and storms—living next to the Waking Sea did that—but nothing like this. It felt off. The wind had a thinness to it that made her shiver.

“Aren’t they weird?” she asked Ilanlas, pointing upwards.

Ilanlas looked up and stared at the dark mass above them for a while.

“They look like darkspawn blood feels,” he said.

“Oh, great,” Khêd said with a wary glance upwards. “Now the void above our heads is acting weird.”

Shortly afterwards all wardens started to gather around the tent with the large map. Khêd suggested they keep to the back of the group, so they would be as far away as possible from the Warden-Captain. They sat down, mercifully overshadowed by a few wardens standing slightly in front and to their left. Alistair was in the middle of the group, being wrangled around by a huge blond warden saying something about ale and celebrating. The other wardens around him laughed. The air was filled with the dull roaring of mutliple conversations happening all over the group. When Duncan stepped up to the map, which had been hung up so everybody could see it, silence immediately fell over the whole fifty wardens.

She could feel it clearly now. The blood in every body answered to Duncan’s presence and the Blight in his veins. Behind Duncan stood the Warden-Captain, and the other warden with the brown skin and the grey eyes.

Duncan explained tonight’s strategy in quick, precise terms. King Cailan, along with all Grey Wardens, would meet the darkspawn horde at the front of his armies in the gulf that cut the hill in two. The king’s armies would feign weakness—and hopefully they’d have to put effort into their feigning—and gradually retreat up the gulf. Once the darkspawn had been drawn in far enough, Teyrn Loghain would join the battle with the rest of the men, attacking the darkspawn from behind. So far, so good.

Duncan then went into detail explaining where specialized taskforces would be; the warden archers, for examples, of which there were twelve, and their mages, of which there was… one.

“If the Archdemon appears, I want everybody to focus on it,” Duncan said. “We are the only ones who can slay the beast. Even if the king himself is about to be overrun, or I am about to die, I do not care. You will focus on the Archdemon. Understood?”

A murmur of assent washed over the crowd.

“How will we get the Archdemon to land?” somebody asked.

Duncan nodded at the brown-skinned, silver-eyed warden next to him. “I leave this to Palla.”

The warden stepped forward and let their gaze sweep over the crowd. When they spoke, their voice was quiet, but carried far.

“In my time as a dragon hunter, we tried many things. Chains, big nets, magic. Best method? Cut their wings. Beasts can’t fly on broken wings.”

They looked over the crowd again, eyes wandering from face to face. When they landed on Astala, it felt as if someone was running the serrated edge of a rusty blade along her teeth.

“You’ve all seen the beast,” Palla continued. “You know what it looks like. As soon as it appears, Herán and his archers will scatter and aim at its wings. Mahieu, you and the Circle mages will also engage as long as it is within range. As will the soldiers manning the ballistae. We have some hope that the ombined efforts will injure it badly enough that it will be forced to land. From there, approach until you are within range and fire at will. Do not worry about the horde; they will want us others dead first.”

“With all due respect, if I may.” Onastas clambered to his feet from the middle of the crowd. “This is not a dragon hunt. This is a battle. Our placement on the field will see us surrounded and overrun within minutes.”

As soon as Khêd finished translating that bit, Sulri nodded emphatically.

“It’s also the position closest to the archdemon,” Palla answered with a shrug.

“You are correct, Onastas,” Duncan said. “Unfortunately, the king commands this army, and we are under orders to be front and center in this assault.”

“Well,” Onastas replied, “did the king ever say if all of us had to be at the front? Couldn’t we-?”

“I suspect I know where this is going, and your idea is appreciated,” Duncan said. “But I’m afraid we can’t loophole our way out of this. The teyrn already thinks us little better than Orlesian chevaliers. We cannot afford to even appear insubordinate.”

Onastas seemed to want to insist. In the end, however, he shrugged and sat back down.

“Remember,” Palla continued, “dragons are weakest along the throat and the belly. Once the Archdemon has been forced down, aim for those spots.”

“What about the neck?” another warden asked. “I once heard a chevalier tell he chopped a dragon’s head off with an axe.”

“That chevalier was lying,” Palla said flatly. “Regardless, do not climb onto the Archdemon unless it is no longer moving. And if anybody somehow manages to stab it in the neck, they better make peace with the fact that they just dealt the killing blow.”

Silence hushed over the group. Duncan stepped up again.

“Our newest recruits will not be with us on the battlefield,” he said. “They have been given the task of lighting the signal that will tell teyrn Loghain when to march. Alistair, you will go with them.”

“What!?” Alistair jumped up. “I won’t be in the battle?”

“It is an important task,” Duncan replied. “If the beacon is not lit, teyrn Loghain will not know when to charge.”

“So he needs, what, five Grey Wardens standing there holding the torch, just in case?” Alistair said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“If that is the only thing you can think of doing while you wait to light the signal, then yes,” Duncan said.

“But why can’t we be in the battle and just leave early?” Alistair pressed.

“No,” Duncan answered. “Once the darkspawn and the king’s armies have made contact, you will have one hour to enter the tower of Ishal and get to the top. Once we give you the signal, you will light the beacon. After that, you will stay with the teyrn’s men and guard the tower. If we need you, we will send word. This is by the king’s orders. Understood?”

“I…” Alistair hesitated, and then his shoulders slumped. “Yes, Duncan.”

“Good.”

“But,” Alistair added, lifting his head once more, “if the king ever asks me to put on a dress and dance the remigold, I’m drawing the line.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Khêd mumbled.

Astala set out to say something when the sunlight, choked as it already was by the clouds, became pale and sharp. A shadow fell over the camp—no. Not a shadow. It was more like a scream, or a call, vibrating through her bones. Her head snapped left, as did the heads of all the other Wardens. Something was humming in her blood, words that were none, an order: and her blood pulled.

Then it was gone again.

Astala let out a shaky breath. Khêd had gone pale, Sulri had grown still. Ilanlas had his hand on the pommel of his dagger, knuckles white as fresh ash. The other wardens exchanged uneasy and, in a few cases, knowing glances.

“Well, we have all heard that,” Duncan said. “Let us prepare for battle. The darkspawn are marching.”

Everything went very fast after that. People finished putting on armor and checked their weapons one last time. Somebody helped her with the chain mail after she’d pulled the fear-soaked gambeson, to which she'd add her own fear now, over her head. The metal rings dragged on her shoulders, heavier than any crate she’d ever carried, and Astala needed a moment to find her footing. Immediately, the breastplate was fastened to her. Her heart was beating a harsh thump-thump-thump in its new metal case.

People were saying goodbye: an embrace, a pat on the shoulder. Promises to stay safe and meet for drinks after the battle. Forehead pressed against forehead, eyes closed. Somebody was kneeling in a corner, praying quietly. A tear-streaked face; a tightly gripped shield; a dog scratched behind the ears as if it were the last time; shouts and screams and steps, marching, running, thousands of footfalls. The mass of people would’ve swept her away if it hadn’t been for Sulri grabbing her belt before she wandered off.

Astala took a deep breath. She had a sword, stolen as it may be. She had a dagger, taken from a corpse killed with the stolen sword. Maker preserve her family; she wished she could say goodbye to them again.

“Are you ready?” Ilanlas asked.

Astala took another breath and let it go. Shaky. It didn’t stop shaking. She shook her head.

Ilanlas gave her back a tentative pat. “It will be alright.”

“We don’t know that,” Astala choked out.

“Who’s the old ball of cheer now,” Khêd said. He knocked his shoulder into her back and sent her stumbling forward a few steps. “Shake yourself out of it, duster. Not the time to lose your head.”

Astala swallowed and nodded and rubbed her thumb over the pommel of her sword. Up and down, up and down, up and down.

The Grey Wardens left. Helmets on, so that their faces were obscured, they marched. The mage was passing his staff from one hand to the other, but his face was grim. Alistair stood at the edge of the wardens’ encampment. He got his hair ruffled once or twice, a squeeze on the shoulder, a nod, a few words. Duncan handed him something, which he tucked away. When Duncan turned around, Alistair looked like he wanted to run after him. He stayed. The wardens left. Alistair’s shoulders looked heavy. The expression on his face was downright miserable.

The blue and grey and the proud griffon banner disappeared into the gorge that split the hill in two. The rest of the army, grey and golden, or red, or green, each after their leader’s color, followed behind.

She hadn’t sent money back to Denerim.

Alistair turned around, and looked at the four of them in the middle of this now deserted camp. Astala rubbed the pommel of her sword. Should she do something? Say something?

“Right.” Alistair cleared his throat. “Well. We might be able to find a good spot from which to watch so we know when to start moving.”

Sulri signed something, which Khêd translated: “Will you be leading us?”

“Yes.” Alistair stood up straighter. “You all know me by now, and I know the way you fight. Not that we’ll encounter much to fight anyways, but…” He trailed off, looking down towards the bend around which the Grey Wardens had disappeared. He sighed, shook his head and continued. “Anyways, let’s go round once and see if we can get everybody’s skillset down. Astala, sword and dagger.”

Astala nodded.

“You’ll be with me at the front, then.” Alistair said.

“Me too.” Khêd heaved a big sigh and strapped his shield to his arm. “Should’ve learned how to handle a crossbow. My eyesight isn’t even that bad.”

“I will stay back,” Ilanlas said while he strung his bow. “But, should you have need of knives, I will step up.”

“I don’t think we’ll need that,” Alsitairs said with a small smile. “Surli has us covered, right?”

Sulri nodded and demonstratively held up a dagger and an earthen jar with a tight lid on it.

“Right,” Alistair said again, much more firmly. “Let’s move.”

They positioned themselves as close to the bridge as they could. One of the giant ballistae was about twenty steps to their right. Three soldiers were manning it, talking quietly amongst themselves. Despite all of the soldiers leaving, the camp was by no means empty. Servants, elven and human, were still running around. The sad-looking mage with the Andrastian sunburst on his forehead stood there. The infirmary was still up and running. It would probably be filled to bursting once the battle here was done.

Below them, the king’s half of the army, the Circle mages and the Grey Wardens were taking up position. The clouds had closed above them. The sky and the gorge both were dark; only the glow of thousands of torches and the slight sheen they left on metal armor told them were the army was situated. The wind shifted slightly. Astala caught a whiff of incense. From the darkness below rose the Chant of Light. The Revered Mother and her Chantry sisters were down with the soldiers.

Was this how the Maker saw the world? Terrified people, singing up to him from the darkness.

A slightly sour smell was the only warning they got. Shortly after, rain started falling down on them.

“Your void is crying,” Khêd said, almost accusingly so, and lifted his shield over his head.

The rain fell heavier, splattering against the stone, their armor, and onto the battlefield below. Fighting in the mud had to be exhausting. Astala was glad she didn’t have to wear anything in front of her mouth and nose though.

“Elgar’nan, wie la gus, anaris’ven haminfor,” Ilanlas muttered quietly.

As if answering him, a sudden burst of lightning illuminated the sky and the gorge below them, flashing over the armor of the king’s army. The roll of thunder that followed was deep, but still far off. The wind kicked up and blew the rain into their faces. Astala sought refuge behind a stone pillar.

Ilanlas, face turned up towards the churning sky, quietly sang to himself.

Another strike of lightning, this one much closer. The thunder crashed into her ears with a loud bang followed by a rolling as if of tons of stone. Shouts rang out behind them. A couple of elves were running to the nearest shelter, ducking and shielding themselves from the rain. At the infirmary, somebody was tying down the tents’ canvases.

Why were these people still here?

“Elgar’nan, pa-ada, din’heema elgara, ar dar’ara. Ma’en nan el.”

A third strike of lightning left her seeing nothing but white for a moment, and the following thunder roared with vengeance above them. Then Alistair peered over the crumbling balustrade, and Ilanlas did too. A heartbeat later, Astala could feel it: itching, creeping through her veins like a hum, her blood was singing.

Torches, small pinpricks of light, appeared in the darkness of the Korcari Wilds.

The darkspawn approached silently dragging some sort of mist with them out of the swamp. The torches tinted it a flaming red. The howling wind carried their stench all the way up to them. In the gorge, a dog started barking, then another. Then the whole pack joined in. King Cailan’s army greeted the darkspawn with a fierce war cry. Swords banged against shields and thousands of voices rose towards the sky: defiant, challenging, ready for battle.

The voices thinned as more and more torches rolled in, like a slow-spreading wildfire.

Her blood screamed.

For a moment, both armies stood still, waiting to see who would make the first move.

Astala felt it before she heard it: from within the darkspawn ranks came a deep, hoarse bellow of an order. Shrieks picked up, growls and howls pierced the air. Underlying it all was that faint, whispered gibberish she kept hearing in the back of her head. The deep, throaty laugh hummed through her bones. She pressed closer to the stone pillar, made herself small. Like a black wave, the darkspawn army surged forward.

A faint call from below. Something pulled, made her stand up straight again. Duncan. Another call, followed by sharp whistling as arrows rose into the sky like snakes and plunged down into the black mass of the darkspawn. Astala felt the impact. More arrows followed. A fireball drew a smoking arc through the sky and exploded in a cacophony of shrieks, sending darkspawn flying. More followed.

The darkspawn pressed forward.

Another fireball—but this one flew wrong. It detonated in the middle of the king’s army. Those people were dead. She could hear their screams, saw their bodies being flung up into the air.

Alistair cursed loudly. “Void take those emissaries!”

Hounds were let loose against the ranks of the darkspawn. At another barked order, the king’s army pulled itself together. Among fire and arrows, another battle cry rose into the air. The army moved. They followed their hounds into the ranks of the darkspawn army. The dark tip of their spear were the Grey Wardens. Her heart thundered in her chest as if she was holding the beating hearts of all fifty of them. Another strike of lightning, thunder, a fireball struck a nearby ruin.

More and more, the screams of the wounded and dying mixed with the clash of metal and the tearing of flesh.

“They’ve clashed,” Alistair shouted over battle, wind and thunder. “Let’s move! Across the bridge and to the tower, go!”

They ran. The wind hit them like a wave in the storm. Her hands started to tingle; she wanted to draw her weapons. Not now. Not while running. The bridge was lined with archers, trebuchets, ballistae. They ran past them. Something zipped past her and she only recognized it as an arrow when the soldier in front of her fell backwards, feathered shaft sticking out of her face. Astala’s feet carried her over the corpse before she realized it was a corpse, and then she ran for her life. The chain mail dragged her down.

She only stopped when she was safe in the shadow of the crumbling archway on the other side of the bridge, panting and gasping and tasting blood at the back of her tongue. Her heart was beating so hard it hurt. Astala leaned against the column. In front of her lay the long road by which they’d arrived at Ostagar only yesterday. It was covered in mist, beaten by wind and rain. Screams and the sound of carnage echoed up behind her.

She left the column, stumbled further away from the bridge, braced herself against her tree and fought to keep her lunch down.

At first she thought the two people running towards her through mist and wind and rain were her companions. Then she realized they were coming from the wrong direction; the bridge was behind her, the people in front. Astala drew her blades, backed away from the tree. The first was upon her. With a scream, Astala lunged towards the dark figure.

The man yelped and threw himself to the ground. Astala blinked and recognized the robes of a mage. The man hastily crawled away from her.

“Sorry!” Astala stepped away. “Sorry, sorry!”

“Maker preserve us!” the man whimpered, but stopped crawling.

Astala got a better look at his face. He looked like he was about a decade older than her, was soaked with rain, and deadly pale. His weird, pointy cloth hat was hanging askew, covering one of his ears while leaving the other along with the whole side of his head exposed to the elements.

Behind him, another figure approached—another soldier. Judging by the armor, he wasn’t part of the king’s army, or of any noble’s house. He roughly yanked the mage up, then fixed Astala with slightly wild eyes.

“You’re Grey Wardens, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Astala said and lowered her blades.

A slight hum in her blood, steps behind her, and then a rain-drenched Ilanlas appeared next to her. Alistair and the dwarves followed quickly after. Ilanlas looked past the two men towards the rampart that led to the tower of Ishal.

“Captain Walton,” the soldier said, pointing at himself. “The tower’s been taken.”

“What’re you talking about, man? Taken how?” Alistair yelled over the wind.

“The darkspawn came up through the lower chambers. They’re everywhere!” Captain Walton threw a fearful glance back. “Most of my men are dead!”

“Well, we have to get in,” Alistair said and set in motion. “Come with us, we might be able to save some of yours.”

That seemed enough for the captain and the mage. The seven of them made their way up the ramparts.

“Three close by,” Ilanlas said as they ran. He began to drift away from the group, pulled an arrow out of his quiver and nocked it on his bowstring. “Some others further in.”

“Hurlocks and genlocks, and one alpha at the door,” Alistair added.

Astala felt it now too: one pull, faint, towards the battlefield. The other, sickening, towards the tower.

Alistair drew his sword and readied his shield. “Astala and Khêd, keep close. Let’s show these bastards.”

They rounded a corner. Screams greeted them. There were two soldiers, about to be overwhelmed by several darkspawn. Alistair roared and charged, Khêd hot on his heels, teeth bared, shield high. Astala followed closely. Silver streaked around her. She didn’t know if it was rain or more arrows.

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TRANSLATIONS:

- “Elgar’nan, wie la gus, anaris’ven haminfor”: "Elgar'nan, wrath and thunder, strike our foes down." - “Elgar’nan, pa-ada, din’heema elgara, ar dar’ara. Ma’en nan el.”: "Elgar'nan, All-Father, Sun-Slayer, here I am. Let me have vengeance.

All bits and bobs of elvhen constructed with the help of Dalicious’ Elvhen Dictionary

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