#okay sorry for the extra pizazz

[importantnightwerewolf]

Nelson,Murdock,Page and Toadstool Showtime Au

Chapter 1 - let the show begin ✨✨✨✨✨🟣🟣🟣

It's so fancy!" Foggy almost stunned that he was shaking his brother and best friend with emotion

"Fancy, indeed!" Toad added. He turned to the Toad guards. "Take the princess' luggage to her room, and Matt,Foggy and Karen 's too." Karen handed his suitcase to one of the guards and they took off to the hotel. "Princess, I'm gonna go get us the tickets. Why don't you guys go check the lobby with Lady Karen and Masters Matt and Foggy? It shouldn't be long."

"Okay, thanks, Toad," Peach said to Toad and she and your new friend Karen went on ahead to take a look around the big lobby.

So Karen why is Matt using a cane and sunglasses at night???!!

Well, Matt is blind because he suffered an accident with chemicals that, in addition to blinding him, gave him super advanced senses.

Wow, I'm impressed and also these things we have make us special and not the other way around and he reminds me of someone very insistent who faced several challenges but never gave up!!!

Is someone you like? says Karen smiling and curious, very interested. Perhaps!! says Peach blushing. But I see that you can't stop looking lovingly at Matt, you like him, don't you? says Peach throwing back at her friend with a little bit of girlish fun and curiosity and Karen blushes very ruby ​​red and says smiling "Well we had some challenges and it's quite complicated but there's something about him that I can't resist and that makes me love him even more!"

the two blondes smile…

In the main lobby there are four entrances to four different auditoriums. Each one has a particular symbol at the top of the entrance. There is a sword, a kunai knife, a cowboy hat and a chef's toque.

While they looked around, Matt,Foggy,Karen and Peach decided to talk to some of the Theets in the lobby. Karen spoke to a Theet that is observing the poster of a western stage play.

"Wow!" The Theet exclaimed at the poster, and then it spotted Karen and Foggy. "Oh, hello! You here to watch the Western stage play?" Foggy was about to answer when the Theet suddenly interjected. "The Sparkla in this play is SO good! Their Sparkle is unreal!"

"'Sparkla?'" Matt who was after Foggy repeated the word the Theet used.

"Sparklas are our top stars in this theater," The Theet replied. "They have that extra pizazz! They breathe life onto the stage!"

"Ah, gee!" Matt and Foggy replied in union. "That's really swell!"

Foggy jumped in saying this like an overly excited 7 year old and while Matt gave a comforting big brother hug and Karen and Peach tried not to laugh.

Peach with Karen approached a Theet that is standing next to the sword auditorium entrance. "Excuse me, but is the sword-fighting play coming up soon?" She asked the Theet.

"Oh, yes!" The Theet answered. "We'll be ushering you and your party into the swordfighter play momentarily, but for now I must ask you to be a little more patient, okay?"

"Very well," Peach replied sweetly, not wanting to be rude.

Karen was looking forward to this play because her mother told her about the swordfight in this play and Karen, admired since she was little, wanted to be one so she could fight and change the world!!! But for now you will have to wait.

Mario and Peach bumped into each other, and they wanted to head upstairs, but an usher Theet blocked their way. "I'm sorry, but thie upstairs is closed for the time being. No one is allowed entry beyond this point."

"Aw, nuts!" Peach reacted negatively.

He could have been more friendly and even in magical worlds there are people with thick guards!!! Karen replied by agreeing with her friend

"Oh, well," Matt added. "We'll just have to wait and enjoy the plays on this floor. I'd really like to take a look at the western play."

"Yeah," Peach agreed. "And I can't wait to watch the Swordfighter play. That one's one of my favorites!"

"I'm glad you like the swordfighter play, madam," one of the Theets said to Peach. "I'm here to watch it, too, but the truth is, it is every Theet's dream to perform someday too."

“My mother also talked about this since I was little, telling her experience and stories about this place and that even she acted and performed here and my dream was to be a swordfighter or a detective and perform here on these legendary stages, but over time I found it impossible. since her death, my brother's death and after my father and I fought and grew apart and I feel like I stopped believing that this was possible and it was just a figment of my head but seeing this piece that is my favorite makes me feel that emotion again and that she is here with me” Karen says remembering and her emotions flowing

This moved everyone and Matt and Foggy were already blowing their noses and Peach wiped her tears and hugged Karen who was crying and then was replied

"Yeah, I would love to perform in a play someday," Peach said, but then she became sullen, "but being a princess is too much for me to do something about it."

"Don't worry, Peach," Mario said comfortingly. "You'll be a great Sparkla someday."

"Awww!" Peach reacted sweetly and she gave her Foggy a peck on the cheek. "Mwah!"

Foggy blushed at being kissed on the cheek.

"Little brother, you are winning hearts, you and the princess are so cute!!!" says Matt laughing and playing with Foggy smiling, dizzy and red.

"Princess Peach!" Toad called out. "I've got the tickets!"

"Oh, goody!" Peach exclaimed, and she took Karen's hand again. "Come on, Karen,Matt and Foggy!!! Let's go get the tickets and watch our first play together as Best Friends !"

"Okey-dokey!"

Peach,Foggy,Matt and Karen head for Toad, and he gave tickets to them. "Here you go," said Toad. "Here's your tickets. Did you notice how crowded it is here? It must mean that the shows here are really great!"

"They should be," Foggy replied. "One of those Theets said that the western show is out of this world!

"Suddenly a trumpet is heard.

"Oooh!" Peach exclaimed excitedly. "It sounds like our play is about to begin! It's the swordfighter one! Oooh! My favorite! Come on, let's go! We should head to our seats!"

Suddenly the lights in the theater went out and everyone stifled a loud gasp. A few seconds later, a woman's chuckling can be heard. The chuckling sounds very ghastly and ghostly.

"What-a on Earth is-a going on-a here?" Matt asked.

GwwwwuhhahahahhaheheHahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahhahahahhahahaha!!!!..

"I don't know," Peach responded, sounding terrified.

Smoke started rising in the lobby and several spotlights made appearance as the woman's chuckling can still be heard. It is getting louder.

"We have an announcement for everyone gathered here today," the woman's ghostly voice rang out.

Peach gasped. She's worried that she might get captured again.

Suddenly, a purple and black portal appeared at the center of the lobby. Out of the portal comes a really scary-looking enchantress of some sorts.

"It is time for..." The enchantress began. "a performance of TERRIFYING proportions! Featuring yours truly, Grape, and my crew the Sour Bunch!"

Matt gets between Peach and Grape. "Okay, listen, lady! I don't know who you are, but if you think you can come and scare these Theets and kidnap my girl and my friend princess, you've got another thing coming!"

"Pfft! Oh, please!" Grape scoffed. "I didn't come here for your girlfriend or The Princess Toadstool , Daredevil!!!" Matt,Foggy and Karen gasped. This Grape is new to them and yet she knows the red devil's name and the Matt's secret . "I came here for you! You are to be a character in my play as the loser who failed to save the Sparkle Theater!"

And with that, Grape zapped Matt with her beam of magic and the blind attorney (avocado) suddenly turned into a marionette puppet. Peach and Karen screamed in total horror, and so did Toad and Foggy.

"MAAAAATTTTTTTYYYYY!!!" Karen screamed.

Before Peach,Karen and Foggy can do something, Grape created a strong windy vortex that made everyone stay till. Peach's crown flew off of her head and it is spinning around in a tornado.

Toad grabbed the crown, but the winds blew him out of the Sparkle Theater along with a couple of Theets. Peach was left defenseless.

"Oh, no!" Peach gasped and she turned to see Grape playing with Mario.

"Sorry to spoil your night, Princess Peach of the Mushroom Kingdom," Grape said to the mushroom princess. "But your part in this is over. Please, be a good princess and wait here while your New Friend Blind does his thing. Ha Ha Ha!"

Grape chortled loudly and heartily, and she went through the portal with the puppet Matt in tow. Peach,Karen and Foggy watched helplessly as the portal suddenly closed.

When Peach saw the portal close, tears started jerking from her eyes. She cannot believe this is actually happening.

"No..." Karen cried, and she placed her gloved hands over her mouth. "No! Matt!"

Peach began to sob. She wished she never came to the Sparkle Theater with Matt,Foggy and Karen at all, and now he is gone and so is her Toads and her crown. Princess Peach is having the worst time of her life.

Foggy, who was crying over the loss of his older brother, hugs Karen and Peach.

And outside, the Sparkle Theater was swallowed by the magic of Grape, which assimilated the theater's former appearance and beauty into a purple umbrella covered in nightmares and terrible things.

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And so this chapter ends my friends, I hope you enjoyed it, don't worry there will be more as this is just the beginning of this adventure and the show, don't forget to like, reblog, comment and follow me as this helps me and enjoy watching the news and other things from my blog

#Grape #princess peach #matt murdock #foggy nelson #karen page #daredevil born again #baby avocados #daredevil au #marvel #daredevil #charlie cox #daredevil tv #peach toadstool #nintendo #princess peach showtime #toad #elden henson #deborah ann woll #super mario bros

[seraphim-writes]

Uhm uhm can u write a fluff story in which beetlejuice tries to impress reader but he kinda fails at everything he attempts and feels bad so reader has to cheer him up and ensure him everything is fine and she appreciates him 👉👈

What a lovely idea! I'd be more than happy to write this.

So sorry it took so long!

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Today was the day. Today was the day he was going to impress you. Ever since the day he met you he knew he had to woo you. Today he woke up before you in order to make breakfast. Wandering down to the kitchen he began grabbing ingredients left and right. Not all of them were necessary of course but what’s better than a little extra pizazz? He begin to throw handfuls of ‘extra pizazz’ into the simple pancake batter. Coming down the stairs you mumbled a tired greeting to Beetlejuice as you rubbed your eyes.

“Morning babes! I made ya breakfast!” He handed you a plate of what he called breakfast. In all honesty the food looked ghastly. Sitting down you hesitantly began to eat the pancakes. It tasted of strongly of salt. You cringed eating it but tried to smile. “It’s not good is it?”

“Haha…no not really.” You sighed swallowing. He frowned. He must of mistook the salt for sugar. Shrugging this off as a one time thing he went back to his normal self and followed you as you got ready for school. Little did you know he had packed your bag already! Upon seeing this you smiled warmly. “Thanks Beej your the best.” You grab your bag heading to school. Upon arriving at the campus library you sit down and open up your bag. A swarm of indistinguishable insects fly out and buzz around you. One landed on your hand and bit you. Taking a closer look it was a love beetle. The class screamed in agony and terror at the swarm. Looking over your shoulder you saw an embarrassed Beetlejuice. “ We’re talking about this later.” His hair turned a soft purple hue. Class had continued on like normal ignoring the beetles as that was how public schools handled things. Eventually classes had gone by and you had gone home. Dropping your bag on the floor one last beetle flew out, which Beetlejuice promptly caught and ate. Gross. You thought to yourself and chuckled. Turning to him you placed a semi-irritated hand on your hip and sighed. “What’s up with you today Beej? First breakfast and then the beetles?” You asked trying not to raise your voice out of frustration.

“I-It’s not what it looks like babes!” He said lip quivering almost. His voice for some reason sounded shaky. He began running his hands through his hair, eyes darting around trying to find the words. “I was trying to impress you! I wanted to surprise you since I know finals are stressing you out…but nothing I do turns out right.” Your hand dropped from your hip as you reached out and embraced the clearly upset spector. He was cold as ever but you thought you felt the tiniest bit of wetness on your shirt.

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay Beej. Everything is fine, no one got hurt. It’s the thought that counts Beej. I appreciate you even with out all this extra stuff.” He sniffs before happily nodding in the crook of your neck . His hair now a soft pink he mumbles.

“Thanks babes.”

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice x you #beetlejuice x reader #Beej #lydia deetz #adam maitland #character x reader #x reader #beetlejuice the musical

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if you're doing those characters then please give me more amazing takes on princess mute 🥺💕

OMG IM SO LATE ANSWERING THIS BUT HERE I FINALLY AM

Also omgg thank you SOSOSO much for asking me about Princess Mute?? THE LOVE OF MY LIFE??? You know me so well, vish!! I love and adore you so much!! Thank you for giving me the chance to blabber on about the woman I love!! ⁽⁽٩(๑˃̶͈̀ ᗨ ˂̶͈́)۶⁾⁾

ALSO! I’m gonna do my best to like- not spoil all my plans for whispers, haha

The rest is under the cut bc I just have a lot of FEELINGS~ about our resident zombie girl 

❤⃛ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )

How I feel about this character

OH BOY OK I JUST??? LOVE HER??? A LOT???? I wasn’t expecting to get quite so immediately and intensely attached to her?? But from the second I heard about her in the legend I was just gone. Completely done for. I’m generally a sucker for mythology, and there’s just SO MUCH that’s fascinating about the tale behind the Princess Mute and the South Sea King? 

Even though Princess Mute is so central to the myth, the South Sea King is deemed as the most important? I mean- duh it is his tomb, but Princess Mute is the catalyst? None of this would have happened without her? She’s main character material and yet she isn’t the main character of her own story?? She has practically no agency? It’s so? Fucking? Fascinating?? And there is so fucking much left unanswered? The myth says she turns into a goddamn monster?? Is this- figuratively? Or literally? Is she a monster for breaking gender norms and committing the ultimate taboo by killing the Emperor??? Like- holy FUCK? Like- LOOK at this pic from Ershu’s Expensive Powerpoint:

and a close-up for good measure:

(note the HORNS/HELMET?? the LIGHTNING STRIKE!!! 👀👀👀 how she’s dressed as a SOLDIER?? that SPEAR??? also she’s depicted as much bigger than the emperor!! which, of course, means she’s more important!!!!)

and, HELLO!! She’s called the PRINCESS MUTE. She is only known/named in association to someone else. Her name has been erased from history. It isn’t important to anyone. Which is so fucking ironic. She’s Princess Mute. Her voice has been stripped from her, just like her agency. This tale is the Mute Emperor’s and not her own. Her suffering means nothing to anyone. Her life means nothing other than for the Emperor to desire and the South Sea King to mourn over (and WOW!! ISN’T THIS JUST!! SO perfectly encapsulating Nanpai Sanshu’s female characters and their relevance to the story/male characters)

(so what is her goddamn name???? I mean, I know what I’ve named her, but sorry dudes. Again. I don’t wanna spoil too much :) )

also, WHY is the South Sea King covering her eyes when she’s sent off to sea in the origami boat?

What actually happens to her after this? The body we see of the South Sea King has long white hair so I assume he died pretty old? So why does she look so goddamn young? 

And- the million dollar question here (WHICH I HAVE A LOT OF HEADCANONS FOR BUT I DON’T WANNA SPOIL WHISPERS): What happened to her after she killed the Emperor????

ALSO!! WHY IS SHE HOLDING A DINGLAN RULER WHEN SANSHU FINDS HER IN THAT FIRST EXPEDITION?? (internet says it’s a “special ruler used for making shrines, carving wood statues and making tablets of gods. Later used in measurement of architectural scale; measuring instrument for the netherworld, wishes best for tomb owner) did she design her own father’s tomb?? is there more to her becoming a leather figurine than filial loyalty/sacrifice?? 

Why does she have a tattoo?? I go a bit into this in my fic, but from my understanding it was unusual for people (women especially!) to have tattoos during this time! (this is just from my research! if I am wrong please correct me!) 

For anyone who hasn’t read whispers, there were a a few tribes (minorities!) during this time who tattooed themselves (and to this day, they continue this tradition :) ). The Li were often attacked by invaders who assaulted the women and sold them as slaves. The women ended up tattooing their faces and bodies to make them less appealing, and it ended up becoming a tradition. When a girl came of age she’d get tattooed. Then we’ve got the Dai, who (from what I understand!) got tattoos of animals with characteristics they wished to embody, such as to show their virility and strength! So they’d tattoo tigers and dragons, etc.

So why does Princess Mute have one? Who gave it to her? WHAT ACTUALLY IS IT!!!!!! (eternal frustration that we never see a clear shot of the whole thing!!) It kinda looks like a heavily stylized fish? With some waves. But I am unsure! But it would make sense, considering the ongoing theme of snakes and fish throughout dmbj.

Also, her scars seem very strange. Like- if someone skinned her (YIKES!) then- her scars don’t really seem like they’re a result of skinning (double yikes!!). You’d think that for a woman who was the daughter of the King, they’d take more care to preserve her face?? So why does it seem like someone has done their utter best to ruin it? Did the Emperor do it himself? Did her father? Or did someone else do it?? Did she do it herself????

Also, I just wanna cut the bullshit with the creepy hand clam thing. A hand clam isn’t gonna wrap their fingers around Wu Xie’s hand to stop him from blowing himself up. Like. I get that it’s the censorship. I get it. But- you can’t tell me it wasn’t actually the Princess Mute who saved him. I just?? This moment is so powerful? It literally knocked the breath from my chest.

Princess Mute’s story is just so fascinating and tragic and I am just a mess over how she isn’t in control of her own story? She never is. Except for when she kills the Emperor. (AND when she saves Wu Xie) And I think that’s fucking telling. 

Of course, it felt like they had more of a storyline planned for her which never happened, but I’ll get more into that later.

Basically, I just have SO MANY QUESTIONS!!!

It’s like- I dunno. Seeing a gorgeous woman flip an obnoxious man over her shoulder and slam him to the ground without breaking a sweat and watching her walk away with stars in your eyes. You barely know anything about her but you’re already half in love and you just want to know more.

I’m super Gay for her, if you couldn’t already tell.

Honestly, she just perfectly represents all the female characters and their treatment in dmbj with all the extra PIZAZZ of the mysterious supernatural/mythological elements. She just makes me go feral and I adore her with my entire heart.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

NUMBER ONE I SHIP HER WITH MY CUTE AND PERFECT GF XIAO BAI!!!!!!!!

They are my two favourite (okay and my wife Su Nan!) female characters in dmbj. I think their stories parallel each other pretty beautifully? They’re both women in a powerful position, though with limited agency. They both defy gender norms and accomplish things (I’m counting killing the Emperor as Accomplishing Something) in a very male-dominated world. And- okay. I know the Princess Mute is technically dead. But she also?? is someone still doing stuff?? and pushing along the storyline?? as a zombie?? So I’m just gonna say that both of them aren’t truly killed off for the Man Pain like all the other female dmbj characters (except for Xiu Xiu, and I guess Chuchu but ChuChu’s situation is kinda....Iffy. At best.)

Also both of them are linked pretty heavily with Wu Xie? They both have an interesting relationship with him. And Princess Mute leads Wu Xie to Xiao Bai!!!

And okay this is spoiling a bit of whispers, BUT!!! Warehouse 11 was built atop the South Sea King’s temple. Isn’t that fucking important??? I stand by my headcanon that Xiao Bai is a Warehouse kid (descended from the Founders) and so she grew up there. And like- ignoring censorship bc I can AND because Reboot leaves a lot of supernatural stuff up in the air anyway- wouldn’t growing up atop an insanely powerful temple do something to you? Wouldn’t it affect you in some way?? There’s just!!! SO much potential between Princess Mute and Xiao Bai!! Plus!! I think it’d be great for Xiao Bai to form a relationship with another woman. She needs some female solidarity in her life.

And- well. I just ship Princess Mute with all the dmbj women, really. Princess Mute has two hands, why can she use them both?? I’ve got a couple Princess Mute modern au’s going and in one of them she just- sweeps A’Ning and Su Nan off their feet :)

I really can’t ship Princess Mute with any male characters, I think. There’s just- so much underlying trauma surrounding her agency and how she’s been used by the men in her life. Also, I like wlw & mlm solidarity. Let Princess Mute and Wu Xie wallow over their Stupid Crushes. Or Princess Mute & Xiao Ge. I’m not picky.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Purely bc of my own au, I am very much invested in Princess Mute & Li Cu (& spirit snake). As I mentioned before, there’s a running theme of loss of agency in their own lives and suffering the consequences of others’ actions. Plus, there’s a lot of supernatural happenings surrounding the both of them. Why wouldn’t they find a connection?

And, obviously, I adore Princess Mute & Wu Xie. Princess Mute saved Wu Xie and then Wu Xie was promptly obsessed (can’t say I blame him). They had such an interesting relationship in Reboot that was just- so fucking tragically dropped. 

My unpopular opinion about this character

SHE SHOULD BE MORE POPULAR!!!!!!!!!! She is so goddamn fascinating and gorgeous and I just!! Want!! Everyone to adore her as much as I do!!!!!!!! At least I feel a bit accomplished for swinging some readers over to her side in whispers!! That’s something!!! 

I’ve got like- a million au ideas with her. I’m going to be the creator of the content I wish to read!!!!!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I WISH SHE COULD HAVE GOTTEN A SATISFACTORILY COMPLETED STORYLINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She just gets completely dropped after she leads Wu Xie to Warehouse 11. So once more, she is a plot device and not. And actual. Person. Her importance is tied irrevocably to the male leads. Her agency is not her own. Wu Xie cares so much about her, and okay, he’s trying to figure out a mystery and we all know how he gets when he’s trying to puzzle out a mystery-- but you can’t tell me he just- stops caring after he encounters Warehouse 11??? What happens to her after that?? Does she rot away in a box in Wushanju?? Does Ershu take her back?? I’m just?? WHAT????

I want to know her side of the story and not what everyone else has said. I want her to actually properly communicate with Wu Xie. I want her saving the day again and I want her being fucking badass and I want her and Xiao Ge being soft together and I want her and Xiao Bai to bond fall in love and I want everyone to just- fall in love with her? And care about her? And I want to to find herself caring about these fucking idiots too???? Can you imagine her and Liu Sang bonding over shitty fathers and lack of agency and Trauma?? Can you imagine Princess Mute getting her life back and the freckles returning to her slowly darkening skin and her being silly with Hei-ye bc he keeps shoving increasingly ridiculous sunglasses at her. And can you imagine her trying on jeans for the first time and picking out a cute bomber jacket and shoving a baseball cap on her head and dipping her feet back in the sea and befriending shibie bc she’s just?? that?? cool?? while Iron Triangle is off on the side fretting like she isn’t befriending some very dangerous creatures but it’s okay bc she’s a dangerous creature too and she understands fear and desire and hunger. 

I want her returning to Thunder City. I want her getting closure. I want her story to get closure. Period.

And I know it didn’t happen bc censorship and Nanpai Sanshu and just- a host of Other Things. But I want it, and she deserves it.

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AAAHH VISH!!!! Thank you so much for letting me yell about Princess Mute!! Sorry I couldn’t go more in depth with headcanons but!! Like I said, I don’t want to completely spoil you for whispers, so I’ll keep those close to my chest for now 

٩(*ゝڡゝ๑)۶♥

#dmbj #the lost tomb reboot #princess mute #dmbj meta #sorta?? #tltr #Wu xie #Xiao bai #cross talks #reunion: the sound of the providence #bai haotian #ask game

[1117squad]

a scrapbook of memories | y. changgu

↬ pairing: changgu x gn!reader

↬ genre: fluff

↬ word count: 1346

↬ requested by: anon

Can I request a react with Jinho/Yeo One where the s/o always takes a picture for their scrapbook that’s filled of moments of their dates/little things they do? ♡＾▽＾♡

sorry this took a l o n g while to come out, but i hope you enjoy this fluffy story :D -admin a 

i really should tell jinho to get a life and stop trying to set me up, but all the same…

“y/n, come on!!”

“slow down, you’re moving way too fast!”

“it’s not my fault if you walk slow,” jinho shot back, sticking his tongue out at you.

you rolled your eyes, but quickened your pace to a jog. you loved your brother, but he was so immature, even though he was older. “why are you so excited to take me to a shipping yard, anyway? is there a particular special seagull you want me to meet?”

“the seagull’s name is changgu, and he’s a very nice guy.”

you stopped dead in your tracks. “seriously?”

“well, he’s not actually a seagull, but you need to meet him anyways!” jinho looked surprisingly serious even though his voice was light. it seemed like he had been planning this for a while.

“why a shipping yard, though?”

jinho let out a long sigh. “so many questions. look, you’re a photographer, he’s an instagram model, and shipping containers make for good backgrounds. are you happy?”

“i’m— yeah, sure.” you weren’t sure if you exactly wanted to interact with the egocentric type you’ve known most influencers to be, but if jinho was this insistent…

after several minutes of searching for this changgu dude, you finally heard jinho cry out, “over here!”

you headed toward the sound of his voice. rounding a corner, you bumped into someone’s chest. “ah, i’m so sorry!”

“no, you’re okay!” coffee brown eyes met yours, and you felt your cheeks warm.

“y/n, i see you’ve met changgu,” jinho jutted in, the smirk on his face obvious without you having to see it.

“pleasure to meet you,” changgu said.

“l-likewise…” you knew that instagram models were of course conventionally attractive, but jeez, this guy was on a whole ‘nother level.

“apologies, my lil sibling is kinda shy,” at this, you shot jinho a dirty look, “but i’m sure you two will get along swimmingly! y/n’s a virtuoso when it comes to photography.” your glare shifted to a thankful glance.

changgu clapped in excitement. “let’s get started, then~”

neither of you knew it at the time, but you and changgu became closer than jinho would ever have imagined.

our first date! he took me to see the christmas decorations. the trees were entwined with lights, and when they were reflected in his eyes, they sparkled.

“isn’t this wonderful?” changgu said, turning to you. “it feels kinda like...”

you grinned back at him. the scenery was certainly pretty, but it was definitely outshined by the way his face lit up. seeing him look so happy really got you into the christmas spirit, more than any santa cosplayer or yule log ever could. “magic,” you finished for him.

he reached for your hand and squeezed it, eyes crinkling, then started to walk. “this isn’t even the best part of the display, though.”

“oh?” you replied, surprised.

“you’ll see!”

passing by happy couples in identical outfits (you hadn’t thought to ask if changgu wanted to match, and now you were feeling a bit guilty at the fact), you finally came to the center of the exhibit—a giant christmas tree adorned with a shining star.

“ta-da!!” he exclaimed, doing jazz hands for extra pizazz. 

“...this is it?”

his face fell. “well, um, i thought you’d like it—”

“it’s amazing!”

changgu’s eyes widened. “you sure?”

“yeah, i’ve always wanted to see one of these! i only ever got to see those tiny fake store-bought ones,” you commented, making a face.

“that’s not all, though.”

you yelped when he abruptly pulled you along to a spot behind the tree.

he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “so, it seems like we’ve been caught under the mistletoe.”

you looked upwards. it was true. there was a small red-berried ornament hanging above your heads. “wow—”

you were caught mid-phrase with changgu’s lips meeting yours. you pressed closer to him, threading one hand through his hair. 

slowly, he pulled away, cheeks flushed. “merry christmas. i mean, it’s kinda early, but—”

you pecked his cheek, bringing his ramble to a halt. “merry christmas, changgu.” 

and in that moment, you knew you would never be able to think of the holiday season without thinking of changgu and his unmatched smile. 

going plant shopping! i didn’t know he had such a green thumb, haha

you couldn’t believe you were about to move into an apartment with your boyfriend.

you were about to move in with changgu.

changgu, the love of your life. changgu, your ray of sunshine on cloudy days. changgu, the most kind and gentle soul you had ever met. 

changgu, maybe-possibly-definitely your soulmate.

and you were standing in a greenhouse, surrounded by flora, directly next to him as he touched every single leaf he saw.

you raised an eyebrow in amusement. “babe, what are you doing?”

he closed his eyes in mock enlightenment as he rubbed a vine between his fingers. “it’s called getting in touch with vegetation. feeling the soul of life.”

you snorted. “i’m sorry, wise one. carry on.”

still in the act of being some grand god of all things gardening-related, he said, “yes, yes… this one has some unique potential.”

you peeked over at the label of what he was touching—lamb’s ear. “cute, but i’m not sure if we can grow it in our house.”

he opened his eyes, getting out of his persona, and huffed dejectedly. “you’re right, but it just feels so soft…”

you patted his shoulder. “let’s go check out the succulents. or maybe the hanging plants? we’ll find something!”

he hit you with that stunning grin that you loved so much. “anything’s good when it’s with you.”

anniversary date; it’s been three years already… i really love him so much

you drew in a deep breath. you were waiting at a pierside cafe for your fiancé, and even after being with him for over a thousand days, the nervous jitters never left you.

“changgu! you’re here!”

he took a seat. “sorry i’m a tiny bit late, i may have gotten lost…”

you laughed. “always with your head in the clouds.”

“the thought of you constantly distracts me.”

you covered your mouth with a scandalized gasp. “are you, perhaps, flirting with me?”

he waggled his eyebrows goofily. “and if i am…?”

fanning your face, you said, “this is much too improper!”

at that, the two of you broke down in a fit of giggles. your relationship was one of humor and mirth, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

a waitress came to your table, and you placed your order. you looked at changgu, who was gazing at you with adoring eyes. now was good a time as any to present your gift.

“so… since we’ve been together for so long, i want to show you something. keep in mind, it’s not finished.” slowly, you pulled out the scrapbook, the thing you had been working on for so long. “this is sorta like a museum. all the memories we’ve made together.”

he looked at you in wonderment. “y/n…” delicately, he flipped through the pages, quietly gasping occasionally and making comments in-between. “you have ticket stubs from that terrible cinema?”

“the one that we swore never to go to again but kept coming back to just because?”

“the box office staff looked at us like we were crazy,” he chuckled.

for some moments, he kept completely silent, just glancing up at you a couple times like he couldn’t believe this was real.

when he reached the last filled page of the book, he stood up from his seat. without a word, he walked to you and planted a long kiss on your forehead. 

“thank you so, so much y/n. this is just… wow. this really means a lot, more than you’ll ever know. i love you. a lot.”

you could see his eyes glistening with the start of (happy) tears, which made you want to cry as well. “i love you too, changgu. happy anniversary.”

“happy anniversary.”

#ptg yeo one #pentagon #pentagon imagines #pentagon reactions #pentagon fluff #kpop reactions #kpop imagines #kpop fics #by anna

[44insects]

“buggies’z 6 questions aaa!” loading questions...questions loaded! ☆

↳ 1 🦷 do you do live streams, or upload speedpaints ? you’re such a huge inspiration for me and i would love to see your process & maybe even a step by step coloring/shading tutorial ?? 👀 i love how you do your strokes and you can visually see them clearly, it’s like a type of messy but finished look, which i adore about your art, but i feel like i can’t get it the way i want, i feel like it turns out too smooth and blended when i want to be able to see the strokes more ya know? 😼😏

↳ 2 🦷 how do you deal with art block and come up with so many drawing/doodle ideas, i always find myself trying to come up with something to draw throughout the day then next thing you know it’s the next day & i’m still here with a blank canvas, repeat.

↳ 3 🦷 what/who are your main inspirations ?

↳ 4 🦷 what are some of your favorite shows/movies, or literally anything you watch haha

↳ 5 🦷 favorite color/colors?

↳ 6 🦷and finally, are you open to making new online friends 👉🏾👈🏾🥺

sorry for all the questions, especially if you already answered them! i hope you’re having a wonderful day/night!

oh & here’s some of my limited edition choccy bundle, choccy cookie with choccy milk,🍫 🥛 🍪 don’t forget to take care of yourself, mwah! 🐛 🐌 <3

(idk why i put so much effort within this layout haha (40 minutes worth), fun fact about me; i’m extra and can never do things normally, they must look at least a lil pleasing with some pizazz *jazz hands* 🤡 )

hello! thank you for being so curious^^ i will try and answer everything under a readmore!

i livestream every now and then on twitch over here, and i have a speedpaint up over here! i don’t have any tutorials, i’m not sure if i’m qualified to make something like that! haha i don’t really use blending brushes very often though, so maybe if you start using more pen-like brushes you’ll notice a difference! art block is a hard one, in my experience it’s very important to try and take breaks, or take the day off if you have to and take a walk. you can find a lot of inspiration outside in architecture and animals and such! it’s also okay to let yourself browse the internet and look at things you like too, you shouldn’t feel guilty for being idle for a while my partner and friends are very inspiring to me, as well as other artists online! lately i’ve been looking at a lot of artists who make stuffed animals, they’re very creative sometimes! i also like looking at websites that have pictures of nice clothing, furniture and buildings on them. recently i watched revolutionary girl utena with my partner! i liked that a lot, i don’t watch that many shows though i like blue a lot, but i think that rather than colours alone i like certain combinations.. stuff like a pale dark blue with orange can look very good in drawings! i’m open to making friends, but i’m very busy a lot of the time between classes and drawing! i tend to be careful about who i befriend ^^

thank you for your nice message! you have a wonderful day/night too!🥛🐛

#asks

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Sick Little Games: Ten

Clint trailed after you through the woods, idly reflecting that Lucky would be in doggie heaven with all the smells to smell and shit to chase. He wondered if he could have Nat bring him. But then, he didn’t want to bring more people here. He wanted you to himself. He wanted to coax you into coming home. To do that, you needed time. Time and some distance. 

Not, Clint thought to himself, that that was a bad thing. You knew what you needed better than he did. And, well. He definitely did not mind sleeping with you on his chest at night and wandering the woods with you when you got the itch to ramble. He liked it out here. It was different from the BFE of his childhood. 

And until now, he never thought he’d want this. The quiet domesticity of it. A creaky old house and a pretty girl to bring him coffee in the morning. “Y/N?” he asked panting, “Where the fuck are we going?”

You stop, leaning on your staff, “The caves,” you answer, smiling a little.

“You own fucking caves too?” he says, hurrying to catch up to them.

“Why do you think I bought this piece of property?” you ask, quirking an eyebrow.

Clint takes a drink of water and gives you a crooked smile, “It’s out of the way?”

“It’s out of the way, and was prime ground for bootleg hooch during Prohibition... The caves are man-made but with a little alteration I could make it work.”

“Work for what?” he says, catching up to you. 

You don’t answer but you do smile at him. And for a moment, Clint wonders what he’s gotten himself into. But still. As he followed you through the woods, he didn’t mind that either. You were magic. Everything about this piece of property had a palpable sense of otherness. It feels like it’s own universe, but then. That doesn’t surprise him either. This is where you go to hide. It makes sense that you’d arrange it to your liking. Especially when you tend to live and work in an environment that isn’t suited to you with all it’s concrete and lack of privacy. 

Clint can only hear his own footsteps. You slide through the brush like a ghost. Like you do on marble floors and carpet. It’s a common thing in the tower for someone to threaten to put a bell around your neck. And an even more common thing to have you fight rookies in a dark room to make them rely on more than their ears. They only do it once, but after that they get a lot more attentive. When you finally stopped walking in front of a cave, Clint whistled softly. “Neat,” he said walking closer, “This is man-made?”

You nod, “Yeah... A happy accident really. Whoever surveyed the shit for the realtor missed it or I would have NEVER afforded it.”

“Nice,” he said grinning.

You nod, smiling a little, “C’ mon,” you say, leading him inside, “I’ve gotta check on everything.”

Clint gestures for you to go ahead. Trying to remember how to be respectful of wards and things. But, when he crosses the threshold for just a second, he’s frankly in awe.

He can see what you meant by “A little Alteration” but, he’s shocked at the level of craft in all of it. It looks like a planetarium. With a waterfall. And exotic plants. And everywhere he looks there are shelves lined with books.

“A fucking water fall?” Clint yelped. “How!”

You smile up at him, kneeling to check on a plant, “Magic, Clint.”

“How deep is that little pool at the bottom?” he asks.

“Deep enough,” you say fondly.

“Really? Can I?” he says, excited.

You nod, “Have at it,” you tell him.

Clint doesn’t need telling twice, stripping out of his shirt and climbing up the rocks as quickly as he can pick a path. You half turn to watch him jump in and give him a small round of applause. 

“What’d the judges say?” he yelled.

“Amature Bullsiht,” you tease, “Weren’t you in the circus? Isn’t there supposed to be some pizazz?”

“Fuck you,” he says, swimming to the edge, “My form was impeccable.”

“No pizzaz, sorry,” you tell him, smirking.

“Pizzaz? You want pizzaz?” he grouses, climbing out to climb back up the rocks to jump again. You stay knelt at the edge, watching expectantly. And Clint, Bless him, does give you your required entertainment factor as he leaps off the rocks and does a flip before flipping you off.

“Beautiful,” you call giggling when he comes up sputtering. 

Clint swims back to the edge and grins up at you, “Come swim with me?” he says.

“Clint-”

“Oh come on,” he pouts, “It’s not like I haven’t seen you half-naked before. And don’t get me wrong... I appreciate the view, but really. It just gets boring swimming alone.” He can tell he pushed too hard when you look away and softens, hauling himself up to kiss your cheek. 

“I don’t really feel like swimming,” you tell him. Bucky’s voice in the back of your head telling you no one wanted you.

“Then you don’t have to,” he soothed, “But I really wish you would.” He’d love to rough house with you. To do all the splashing and giggling. But this place wasn’t a water park. It was a sanctuary. And it was yours. He was a guest here. So when you shake your head again, he kisses your nose and smiles. “Okay,” he murmurs. 

You get up and lay towels where he can get to them before padding off to check on other things. Clint watched you for a moment, floating on his back in the perfect temperature water and watching the ceiling. Stars floated by on the ceiling, drifting to their positions as of the time of day. A facsimile moon steadily rising and filling in but... that tells him nothing about the time. Not that he cares. It feels comfortable. 

Still, eventually, he climbs out and towels off, “This place is incredible,” he says, “But what is it?”

You shrug, “An archive. An extra layer of security. It’s on a ley line so... I could stay here forever if I needed to.”

Clint nods, “Thank you,” he says, kissing your temple, “For brining me.”

“You’re the first,” you tell him, smiling a little.

“Really?” he asked.

You nod, thinking. Clint fit here. But in your mind’s eye, you couldn’t see Bucky here. In fact, your wards probably wouldn’t have let him through. No one who had any ill intent could get through. And you knew Clint didn’t. His intentions were clear. 

___________

When Clint wakes up alone in the middle of the night, he looks for you frantically for a minute, fixing his hearing aids in place as he goes room to room. 

You’re gone. Just gone. So he bursts outside to check the grounds. The barn, the shed. and then, coming around the corner of the house, he sees you. In the pond, wading into the water. He stops short when he realizes two things. One, that you’re perfectly fine, and two, you are very naked. Skin glowing in the full moonlight. His mouth goes dry and he takes a deep breath. It looks like a scene from a movie or something. It makes him feel light-headed and he wants to creep closer for a better look. He wants to sneak back into the house and give you privacy. But he’s stuck, staring. Aching to touch you. To show you what it feels like to have someone love you like you deserve. 

But when you start to turn towards him, he bolts. Acutely aware that staring at you is creepy and he needs to leave. He needs to stop doing it and respect whatever it is you’re doing. 

Still, when he gets in the house, even a cold shower can’t do anything for him. And he hates it. He feels like a stupid kid again. A stupid kid backstage at the circus with a crush on a pretty red-headed sword swallower. He feels even more stupid adjusting the temperature of the water and thinking about you. About the things, he wanted to do with you. The way you'd sound crying out for more. Whimpering his name. He’s ashamed of himself honestly when he finds release. But he has to admit that he feels better. Like he can go back to sleep.

But he doesn’t. 

He waits until he hears you in your bathroom, right before dawn. Then gets back out of bed and goes to fix you... something.

“Clint?” he hears from the kitchen door.

“I-I- I woke up and you were gone,” he starts.

You sigh, “I- had a nightmare,” you explain, “I didn’t want to wake you up trying to get back to sleep.”

He nods, feeling like a bigger asshole, “So I looked for you,” he said blushing scarlet, “And well I- I found you.”

Your cheeks heat and he swallows hard, “Sorry- I - I didn’t I mean I didn’t stay but- and I didn’t mean to. I left.”

You nod, “It’s okay- sorry. I was too hot.”

“I’ll say,” he blurts out.

And even as your cheeks burn, you giggle.

______________

Clint leans on the railing, watching you lock the door.  “Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks, “We don’t have to go back yet.”

You nod and look around, “I mean, I have to go back sometime.”

“But now?” he asks, cupping your chin in his hand.

You nod again and he pulls you close.

“I’ll be right next to you, okay?”

“Okay.”

He isn’t sure how to define this relationship. It feels like dating. It feels like love. But he’s not kissed you since he kissed you to stop you talking. And every night in your bed were chaste, soft cuddles. But he didn’t care. It felt good. It felt right. Somehow physically more intimate than if he had had you riding his dick every night. He figures that this defies explanation and... honestly. For right now he likes it this way. More than friends and less than lust. That he can deal with. 

And. To top it off. You’re coming home.

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[tiny-opal-essence]

Pocket Paladin Chpt 1

Where are They Now?

While rescuing Shiro from the Galra, Lance is given a new perspective on life. How will everyone handle his new stature and how long will he be stuck like this? What does this mean for team Voltron? What are the villains up to?

or, Lance gets shrunk and shenanigans ensue.

(This is also posted on AO3 if you want to read it there)

“Look out, Hunk!” Lance said as he flew the red lion out of the way of the robeast.  The robeast spread its wings and brought them down, creating a hurricane-force wind tunnel aimed right at the yellow lion.

“Ooof.  Aaaaaah!” Hunk yelled as he was thrown around mercilessly by the wind tunnel.

“Are you alright, Hunk?” Allura worriedly asked while she brought down some of the Galran fighter jets using the blue lion.

“Ugggh.  I’m okay.  Just remind me never to do that again.  I think I left my stomach behind.” Hunk groaned out through the coms.

“I didn’t know that could happen to humans.  Do you need us to cover you while you go back and get it?” Allura asked.

“Oh, I didn’t actually leave my stomach behind.  It just means that my stomach is feeling upset.” Hunk informed her while he shot down another fighter jet.

“Why wouldn’t you just say that your stomach isn’t feeling well?” Allura questioned as she flew the blue lion out of the way of one of the robeast’s missiles.

“It’s an earth thing.  It’s a lot more fun to joke about it.” Lance explained as he shot down two fighter jets with the red lion.

“Now is not the time for jokes!  We have to keep the Galra’s attention on us while Pidge and Keith are on their ship.  They might be able to find out where the Galra are keeping Shiro and Pidge’s father.”  Allura snapped as she barely avoided getting caught in another wind tunnel that was unleashed by the robeast.

“Pidge, Keith.  How are things going on your end?” Hunk asked, including the other two paladins in the communication loop.

“I’ve almost downloaded the prisoner database here.  There aren’t any prisoners on board, so once we’re out you can open fire on the ship.  I’ve also got the ion cannon rigged to blow once we’re a safe distance away.” Pidge responded before going back to making sure that the Galra wouldn’t notice they were being hacked.

“How’s the robeast situation?” Keith asked.

“It’s going great!  You’re missing out on all the fun down here, Mullet.” Lance teased Keith while taking out yet another fighter jet.

“Will you stop calling me that?” Keith asked, annoyed at Lance’s comment on his hair.

“I will if you get rid of the mullet and admit that I’m a better pilot than you.” Lance smugly answered.

“Well we know that’s not gonna happen anytime soon,” Pidge commented with a smirk in her voice.

“Oh come on.  I’m a great pilot, right Red?  Ooof” Lance yelled as he was hit by one of the fighter jets.

“Heh.  You were saying?” Keith commented failing to hide his amusement at the situation.

“Oh shut it mullet.  You try flying a different lion than you’re used to.” Lance grumbled out.

“I am?” Keith reminded Lance.

“Oh yeah.  Well, at least I don’t have a mullet!” Lance exclaimed.

“Wow.  Great come back.  Can’t argue with that.” Pidge said with sarcasm evident in her voice.

“Paladins, please!  We have a mission to do here.  We need to focus on protecting the Vorurteil from the Galra empire, not on someone’s hairstyle.” Allura reminded everyone of the reason they were there in the first place while reprimanding Lance.  “We cannot allow any more planets to fall prey to the empire.”

“Don’t worry princess, Lancelot and his noble steed are on their way to save the day!” Lance said as he flew closer to the robeast to help Allura and Hunk.

“Good reference Lance!” Hunk encouragingly said as he shot down another fighter jet.

“Lancelot?  Who is Lancelot?” Allura asked as she froze a fighter jet before ramming into it and shattering it into space dust.

“You know, knight in shining armor, slayer of dragons, savior of princesses” Lance answered unaware of the missile coming right towards him.

Luckily, Allura noticed it and was able to push the red lion out of the way

“More like saved by the princess.” Hunk commented.

“Lance, are you implying that I can’t defend myself?” Allura asked.

“What? No!  You can take care of yourself.  Most princesses faint at the sight of danger, but you sure don’t.  You could kick my butt any day.”  Lance quickly said.

“Really?  Well in that case, it looks like you could use some more training.  That’s an extra half varga of training for everyone tomorrow.” Allura responded.

“Oh come on” groans and similar sounds came through the coms.  “Why should we all be punished because Lance couldn’t keep his big mouth shut?” Pidge asked.

“Because we’re a team.  We train together to win together.  What one individual does affects the whole team.  It is only fair that we share in their fate.”  Allura stated.

“Remind me why the girl with super strength is in charge of training.  Not all of us are Wonder Woman you know.”  Pidge muttered to herself.

“What was that, Pidge?” Allura asked, having not heard what she said clearly.

“Nothing.  Just saying that I could use some peace and quiet so I can focus on not alerting the Galra to the fact that we’re on their ship.” Pidge responded.

“Sorry, Pidge.” Everyone chorused.

Lance noticed that the robeast was aiming its missiles right at the yellow lion.  Hunk was distracted by all of the fighter jets swarming him and didn’t seem to be aware of it.  Not even thinking, Lance charged across the sky and slammed his lion into Yellow letting the missiles hit Red instead.  “Uggggh.  That’s going to leave a mark.” Lance groaned out.

“What did you do to Red?” Keith questioned.

“Nothing.  Sheesh.  We just got hit by the robeasts missiles.  She’ll be fine.  Stop backseat lion driving.” Lance answered.

“Can you two leave your little rivalry for later?  I got the database downloaded.  We’re on our way to our lions now.  Once we’re out, let’s form Voltron, defeat this robeast, and blow this popsicle stand.” Pidge said.

“We really should start naming the robeasts.  It’s hard to keep track of them.” Hunk suggested.

“I don’t think naming them is going to help us fight them,” Keith said.

“Yeah, but think how much better the story of saving Shae and the other Balmerans would be if instead of saying that we faced a robeast with lasers all over its arms we say that we fought the lazer squid.  It rolls off the tongue a bit nicer and adds a bit more of pizazz to the story.” Lance said as he used Red’s fire to melt through some of the fighter jets.  “Any suggestions for names for this one?”

“Yeah, how about shut up and focus Lance!” Pidge yelled through the coms as the Green and Black lions zoomed out of the Galra ship while the ion cannon exploded from the inside just as Pidge had told it to.

“Mmm good try, but I was thinking something more like the Terror-dactyl, cause it looks like a pterodactyl and inspires terror in its victims,” Lance responded.

“Good one, Lance.” Hunk commented.

“Could you please focus on the mission?  Honestly, it’s like dealing with a Glolnor.” Allura said, muttering the last part under her breath.

“Alright.  Let’s form Voltron and fight the pterodactyl.”  Keith said

“Keith, it’s called the terror-dactyl.” Lance tried to correct his teammate.

“That’s what I said.  The pterodactyl.” Keith responded.

“No, it’s…oh never mind.  We’ll work on it later.” Lance said

“Form Voltron!” Keith yelled as the paladins all flew in formation focusing on their bond as paladins.

“Did anyone see any weaknesses for this guy?” Pidge asked.

“Our lazer guns have some effect, but they aren’t able to pierce through the armor.”  Hunk answered.

“The most they could do is hold the creature at bay, but we can’t do that forever,” Allura added on.

“He didn’t seem to like Red’s fire.  Maybe we can try to draw him closer to the volcano over there.” Lance suggested.

“That’s…actually not a bad idea,” Allura commented.

“Why do you sound so shocked?” lance asked incredulously.

“Yeah, I mean, even a broken clock’s right twice a day,” Pidge said.

“Yeah, uh-huh, exactly.  Wait…” Lance started to say before he was interrupted by Hunk yelling

“Guys!  On our left!”

“Pidge, shield!” Keith yelled upon seeing the robeast’s missiles heading right for them.  The impact from them hitting the shield was enough to push back Voltron.

“That gives me an idea!  We can use my gun to force this guy up against the volcano, just like how he was able to push us!” Lance said excitedly.

“That could work, but you’re not enough on your own.  We need more power if we want to push this guy back.” Keith commented.  “Hunk, your weapon should work, so get ready.”

“I was born ready.”  Hunk said.

“Now!” Keith yelled as Pidge’s shield went away and Hunk’s canon emerged.  He fired at the Terror-dactyl and hit it dead on.

“Direct hit!  Nice shot, Hunk!” Lance called out as the robeast stumbled back towards the volcano.

“Thanks, I try.” Hunk said.

“One more hit like that should force the Terror-dactyl right next to the volcano,” Pidge remarked.

“He’s starting to get up, guys!” Lance exclaimed.

“Hunk, how long until your cannon’s charged?” Keith asked.

“Just a tic more and…ready when you are.”

“Ready, aim, fire!”

Most of the shots hit the Terror-dactyl, but a few of them missed and hit the side of the volcano.  Unbeknownst to them, this robeast still had one trick up its sleeve.  As Keith summoned his sword, the Terror-dactyl fired what looked like a net at Voltron.

“Really?  A net?  That’s the best the Galra can do?” Pidge commented with a smug look on her face.

Suddenly electricity flowed through the net that had Voltron in its clutches.

“What the cheese?  I can’t move!”  Lance yelled.

“Neither can I!” Allura said, with the rest of the paladins confirming that they were also unable to move.  “Somehow, this net must be able to immobilize Voltron.  We can’t get out!”

“What do we do, Keith?” Lance asked worriedly.

“I…I don’t know,” Keith responded, voice sounding small.

“What do you mean you don’t know?  You’re our leader!” Lance yelled on the verge of panic.

“That doesn’t mean I know everything!” Keith yelled back.

“Shiro would know what to do,” Lance muttered to himself.

“Well, guess what, Lance.  I’m not Shiro.  He’s not here.” Keith responded angrily, though that anger was more directed at himself.

“If you would please stop antagonizing each other perhaps we could figure a way out of this situation,” Allura interjected.

“Sorry, Allura.” They chorused.  Suddenly they were thrown in the air towards the base of the volcano.

“Uggh.  I still can’t move.  Pidge, do you think you can hack our way out of here?” Hunk asked.

“No.  Green won’t let me in.  The net is stopping the lions from doing much of anything.” She responded.

“Does anyone else feel like the ground is shaking?” Lance asked.

“Now that you mention it, yes,” Allura answered.

“I think the volcano’s going to erupt!  Hunk’s cannon fire and Voltron hitting it must have triggered it.” Pidge said.

“Can Voltron survive lava?” Hunk’s worry showed in his voice.

“For a short while, yes, but only the red lion can survive more than 5 dobashes.” Allura responded.

“So we’ve got 7 minutes until we’re toast.  Literally.”  Lance said.

“We’ve got to get out of here!  Can anyone move?” Hunk asked only to receive a chorus of “no” in response.

Suddenly there was a great sound of thunder as a plume of smoke rose up into the air.  Lava began to flow down the slope of the volcano all the while the robeast approached Voltron, ready to strike.

“It was nice knowing you all…and Keith.” Lance said.

“Really, Lance?” Keith said exasperatedly.

“Do you still have to pick a fight with Keith when we’re about to die?” Pidge yelled through the coms.

The lava was nearly upon them.  The Terror-dactyl roared in Voltron’s face as it steadied itself against the volcano and Voltron to aim its missiles right at the lions.  Before it could fire, the lava reached its hand that was on the volcano.  With an agonizing roar, it released its hold on Voltron and stumbled away.

“We’re free!  Let’s go!” Keith said as Voltron regained its movement and stood to take down the robeast once and for all.

“Your sword should be able to pierce through the armor,” Allura commented.

“It would be better if it were Shiro’s flaming sword,” Keith said dejectedly.

“Well, if all else fails, Hunk can always knock him back into the lava,” Lance suggested.

“Yeah, if we don’t get caught in that net again.” Hunk worried out loud.

“We won’t.  We know about it, so he no longer has the element of surprise.  We got this guys!”

“Everybody ready?  Let’s go!” Keith said as they approached the beast once more.

The Terror-dactyl had finished grieving over its charred skin and was ready to finish what it was created to do.  Voltron and the Terror-dactyl charged at one another.  The robeast fired its net at Voltron once again, but they were able to dodge it.  With a quick swing of the sword, the robeast was sliced clean through.  Its corpse fell into the lava that still flowed down the volcano.

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“The Vorurteil humbly thank you all for ridding our planet of the Galra.”

“It was the least we could do after receiving your message.  You must be Virelai.”  Allura said.

“And you must be Princess Allura.  Even here we have heard tell of you and Voltron.”  Virelai said at seeing her surprise at knowing who she was.  “Though I must say, the stories do not do your beauty justice.”

Allura blushed slightly at the comment before regaining her composure.  “Thank you, but we are not here to just exchange compliments.  We would be honored if you would be willing to join the Voltron Coalition.  Together, we will be able to defeat the Galra empire once and for all.”

While the two leaders were discussing, Lance looked over at Keith and noticed a thin line of blood flowing down his face.  “You’ve got something on your face, Mullet.”  He said while pointing at Keith’s cheek.

“I wish you would stop calling me that,” Keith said as he brushed away the blood with his hand.  “I must have bumped my head during the fight.”  He began to take off his helmet to better inspect the wound.

A wave went through the crowd as the Vorurteil nearest to them grabbed their rifles and pointed them at Keith.

“What is the meaning of this?” Princess Allura asked.

“He is Galra.”  Virelai spat out, fury evident in her voice.

The other paladins formed a circle around Keith to shield him from the crowd upon seeing their reaction to Keith’s ears giving away his Galran heritage.

“So what if he’s part Galra?  He is a paladin of Voltron!” Pidge exclaimed.

“A position for which his kind should never have been chosen for.” Virelai retorted.

“He risked his life to save your planet.  I believe the words you’re looking for are thank you.” Lance said.

One of the Vorurteil near them spat at Keith “I would rather die than be saved by the likes of them!”

“Okay, that’s a bit harsh there.  How about everyone puts their guns down so we can talk this out peacefully.” Hunk put his hands in front of him in a calm down motion.

“And leave ourselves defenseless for him to attack?” Another Vorurteil yelled out in the crowd.  “How do we know you aren’t working for the Galra empire?”

“I can assure you that we are not and will never affiliate ourselves with the Galra empire,”  Allura responded.

“And yet there is a Galra among you.” Virelai icily spoke as she narrowed her eyes.

“Keith is a valued member of our team,” Allura emphasized Keith’s name.

“Yeah!  He’s one of the good Galra!” Lance exclaimed.

“The only good Galra is a dead Galra.” Someone in the mob shouted.  Other voices echoed in agreement.

“Actually, that’s not true.  The Blade of Marmora have helped us out quite a bit.” Hunk continued trying to calm the crowd.

“And just who are the Blade of Marmora?” Virelai raised a hand to silence the crowd.

“They are a group of Galra who fight against the empire and among our most trusted allies,” Allura replied.  “Keith himself is a member, as was his mother.”

“How do you know that his mother and the others were not preparing him to be a mole on your team?” Virelai prompted.

“Well, that would be kind of hard for them to do given that my mother left when I was a baby.  I only found out I was part Galra a month, err, pheeb ago.” Keith responded.

“Yeah.  Don’t go around dissing the Blade of Marmora.  Without them, Voltron wouldn’t be here now.” Lance commented.

“If it were not for the actions of their man on the inside, Thace, Voltron would have been in the Galra Empire’s clutches.  All would have been lost.” Allura stated.

“Not to mention if Ulaz hadn’t freed Shiro, we wouldn’t have even found Blue at all.  Without the Blade, there would be no Voltron.” Lance added on.

“We owe everything to them,” Allura said.

There was indistinct murmuring though out the crowd before Virelai once more silenced them with a wave of her hand.

“If what you say is true, then perhaps there is hope for an alliance.  There’s just one problem.  How would we tell someone from the Blade from someone from the Empire?”

“If they truly are from the blade, they will have a knife like this,” Keith said as he held up his knife.  “They will also be able to activate it like so.” A purple light surrounded the knife as it transformed into a messer.  “Only those with Galra blood who have officially joined the Blade can do this.”

“Thank you for this information.  We thank you all once more for your assistance and would be honored to be included in the coalition.  I would also like to apologize for my people’s and my reaction to you, Keith.  We should know better than to judge based on what one is.  It is one’s actions that determine who they are.” Virelai said as she bowed her head to Keith.

“You don’t have to apologize.  I know how hard it can be to accept that there are good Galra out there when the Empire is doing such terrible things.  It took me some time to accept that part of myself.” Keith responded.

“It was an adjustment for everyone.  I was…less than welcoming to the idea.  The empire had destroyed my planet and my people among many others.  How could someone of their blood possibly be chosen as a paladin of Voltron?  I did come to realize that it was not Keith who did those things.  The people who committed those atrocities are long dead, save for Zarkon and Haggar.  I could never forgive them for what they have done, but their descendants I could seek reconciliation with.  I trust Red and Black’s choice in Keith serving as a paladin.” Allura stated.

“Both Lions chose him as a paladin?  Is that why he wears red yet pilots the black lion?” Virelai asked.

“Something like that.  Our true black paladin, Shiro, was captured by the Galra.  I’m just subbing for him until we find him.  I don’t like to think of myself as the black paladin.  I’m the red paladin and once Shiro’s back, I’ll go back to piloting Red.” Keith responded.

“Is that why some of the rest of your team’s colors don’t correspond with their lion’s colors?” Virelai prompted.

“Yep, you got it, pretty lady,” Lance responded.  “It has taken some getting used to, but the ‘paladin shuffle’ has held up.  We’ve had our struggles, but they help us grow closer as a team.”

“And we as a people are thankful for it.  You can count on the assistance of the Vorurteil in your fight against the Galra Empire.”  Virelai stated.

“Here’s a communicator.  If the Galra Empire comes back, give us a call and we’ll be happy to assist you.” Allura said as she handed the communicator to Virelai.

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“Greetings paladins!  How did the mission go?” Coran asked as the rest of team Voltron filed into the bridge of the castleship.

“It went well.  The Vorurteil have agreed to become part of the coalition.” Allura responded.

“How are the castle upgrades going?” Hunk asked.

“Quite well in fact.  Within a few varga, the particle barrier should be able to withstand more than a single blast from an ion cannon.”  Coran replied.  “I am sorry that I couldn’t provide any air support for you all on the mission.  My grandfather designed the ship to upgrade something only when the system was turned off.  If the ship had been there, it would have been a sitting…what was that animal you said, number 5?”

“A sitting duck.” Pidge supplied.

“Ah yes.  A sitting duck.  Quite the interesting creatures your planet has.” Coran commented.

“Well, if we’re ever in the neighborhood, we could make a pit stop and show you a duck,” Lance said.  “My family has a farm in Cuba, so there would be plenty of animals for you to see.”

“That would be smashing!” Coran replied.  “Is there any more news?”

“Not yet.  Shiro and Dad weren’t on board, but I did download their prisoner database.  I should be able to find a clue of some sort in there once I decode it.” Pidge said as she tried to stifle a yawn.

“That’s wonderful!  I wish you luck.” Coran exclaimed.

“Please do try not to stay up all night working on it.  Remember, extra training in the morning.  For every dobash one of you is late, it’s an extra 5 dobashes for everyone.” Allura reminded the team.

“Yeah, Lance.” Pidge snidely remarked.

“Hey, it takes time to look this good,” Lance said as he gestured to his face.

“You’re joking, rights?” Keith said with a small snicker.

“I wouldn’t expect some desert heathen to understand that moisturizer is your friend,” Lance said in a joking manner.

“Oh haha.” Keith said dryly.

“I can go whip up something in the kitchen if anyone’s hungry.  I think I’ve perfected space pancakes.” Hunk suggested.

“Woohoo! Breakfast for dinner is the best!” Pidge exclaimed.

“That sounds delightful, Hunk.  What are pancakes?” Allura asked.

“Wait.  You’ve never had pancakes?  They’re like one of the best kinds of food ever.  You haven’t lived until you’ve tried Hunk’s.” Lance responded.

“Yeah.  He makes the best pancakes in the universe.” Pidge added on.

“Aww, guys.  You’re gonna make me blush.” Hunk commented.  “But if I’m gonna make the ‘best pancakes in the universe’, I’m going to need a taste tester.”

“Called it!” Lance excitedly raised his hand in the air as everyone made their way to the kitchen.

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Before heading off to bed, Lance had finally gotten the chance to ask Coran about the creature Allura had mentioned during their battle on Vorteil.  The conversation was still floating through his mind as he tried to fall asleep.

“A Glolnor?  They’re brainless creatures from planet Gleedon.  Quite daft little things.  My grandfather said that some once tried to keep them as pets, but they had a tendency to become distracted.  Quite a few died because they were distracted from eating.  Can you imagine being that senseless?” Coran said with a chuckle.

“No, I can’t.” Lance said 

I guess that’s how Allura sees me.

“Why do you ask?”

Not wanting to say Allura had referred to him being similar to one of those creatures, Lance quickly said “Oh, I just read it in something in the library.”

“Ah.  It’s nice to see you contributing more to the team.”

Guess I don’t contribute enough.

Other bits of conversations started spiraling in his head as he tried to fall asleep.

‘Not enough.’ Keith said

‘Broken.’ Pidge commented.

No.  That’s not true. Lance tried to assure himself.

‘Shut up.’ Pidge spoke again.

‘Focus on the mission.’ Allura said.

I was.  I do focus on the mission.  I just have my own way of dealing with things. Lance weakly argued.

‘Stop antagonizing each other.’ Allura stated.

‘Worst pilot’ Keith commented.

‘Naturally dumb.’ Hunk said.

‘The only reason you’re here is that the best pilot in your class had a discipline issue and flunked out.’ Iverson barked out.

I know I’ll never be as good as Keith or any of them, but I’m trying.  Tears began to fall.  Why can’t they see that?

He heard a worried *Squeak* from his nightstand.

“Oh.  Hey, Chulatt.” Lance sat up as he brushed away his tears.  “What are you doing here?”

Chulatt started doing charades to talk to Lance.

“You’re worried about me?”

The space-mouse nodded with a *Squeak* of agreement.

“You don’t have to be, though it’s nice to know someone cares.”

Chulatt raised his hands in a grabbing motion.

“You want me to pick you up?  Okay.  Hop on.” Lance said as held his hand flat on the nightstand next to Chulatt.

The blue mouse climbed onto his palm and gave him a thumbs up.

“Alright, going up.” Lance raised his hand that was holding Chulatt.

The mouse held onto his thumb like a handrail.  Once he was in front of Lance’s face, he started hugging himself.

“You want a hug?”

*Squeak*

“Aww.  How can I say no to that face?”  Being careful not to squeeze Chulatt too hard, Lance lowered him to his chest and pressed him against it.

Chulatt nuzzled into the embrace as Lance began to pet him.  A few minutes passed as Lance continued to pet him.

“Thanks for worrying about me, but it’s getting late and I’m sure Allura and the other space-mice are wondering where you went.  You should probably head back before they miss you.  Oh!” Lance exclaimed as he brought Chulatt back in front of his face.  “Before you go, can you keep this between us?  I don’t want anyone else to know I was crying.  I know crying is not a bad thing, but please?  I got some mouse treats at the space mall.  If you don’t tell, I’ll give you one.”

Chulatt tilted his head to the side in a thinking motion before gesturing to Lance, crossing his arms and shaking his head, then moving his fists to his eyes and making a crying motion.

“You’ll think about it if I stop crying?”

*Squeak*

“Alright.  You drive a hard bargain, but I’ll try to stop crying.  You’re very persuasive for such a small mouse.”

Chulatt let out an indignant *Squeak* and stomped his foot on lances palm.

“Sorry, sorry.  For such a sweet mouse.”

Chulatt beamed at the praise as Lance placed him back on top of the nightstand.

Lance opened the drawer on his nightstand and pulled out the bag of treats.  He grabbed one out of the bag and handed it to Chulatt.

“There you go.”

*Squeak*

“You’re welcome.  Goodnight.”

*Squeak* Chulatt said before he dashed back off towards Allura’s room.

Lance tried to fall asleep once more.  The voices were still present in his head, but they were much quieter now.  He soon drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

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“Sir, the paladins were able to defeat the cruiser and the robeast.” Acxa informed Lotor.

“I would have expected nothing less of them.  Truly remarkable.  We have their leader, and yet they remain a force to be reckoned with.” Lotor responded calmly.

“There’s more.  The green one was able to access and download the prisoner database you put on the ship, just like you said they would.” Ezor added on.

“Perfect.  They’re playing right into our hands.” Lotor stated.

“Why did you put that on there anyway?  Now they’re going to know where all of our prisoners are.” Ezor questioned.

“It’s all part of the plan.  Besides, they’re only interested in two of our prisoners.  And of those two, they are more likely to go where they believe we’re holding their leader.  That location is the only accurate information in the database.” Lotor explained.

“I still don’t get why we couldn’t have gone there and bashed some heads,” Zethrid said as she cracked her knuckles.

“All good things to those who wait.  We can chase them in circles like a yupper chasing its tail, or we can wait for them to come to us.  They have something we need.  It would do us no good to destroy them at this point.”

“Ooooh.  Are we going to trade their leader for it?” Ezor asked.

“Something like that,” Lotor said with a smug smirk on his face.

Narti pulled up some of the security feeds from the cruiser the paladins had taken down earlier.  These cameras were powered remotely by their ship, so the paladins were none the wiser to being observed and mistakenly believed that they had shut down all security feeds on board.

“Narti’s right.  We should continue to analyze the security feeds of the paladins.” Acxa said.

“Yeah!  That way we know the best way to beat them in a fight!” Zethrid exclaimed.

“Remember, there will be a fight, but we will let them get away with what they came for.” Lotor directed at Zethrid.

“As long as I get to fight the princess again, I’m happy,” Zethrid said.

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#pocket paladin #voltron #klance #vld #g/t #giant/tiny #the g/t content starts in chpt 3 if you want to skip ahead

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So…

@robinthegreenbird submitted:

I’ve played both routes ((haven’t perfected any yet lol)) and I just wanted to say, That this is easily one of my favorite games. Also I have a question what parts did you make? Once again I love this game so much!

rosie: thank you so much!! making the game was a lot of fun so i’m glad you’ve enjoyed it :)  my parts of the game were ford’s last two dates – mabel’s dinner date of dreams and sunset confessions. writing those two was super fun!! 

i knew i wanted a special mabel-ified date (as she is my favorite character) so i incorporated her into the dinner date i planned for the player and ford– with her extra bits of pizazz on top, of course. when i wrote the meteor shower part at the end, i was in a rough patch and wanted some love and that good good validation, so i let ford give it to me, lmao. as the second-last date of ford’s route, i wanted it to be special and sweet, with ford’s affection toward the player really evident and confirmed, in a way, so it wasn’t just longing glances and blushing for the entire route lmao. it was originally the mabel-match date, but sovo swapped the schedules around and i think it works even better!

the pool date was more of a challenge. the last date of the route, the team and i agreed it had to be more of a serious one– one for ford to feel comfortable opening up to the player about everything that’s happened to him, not just what he told them on the dinner date, yanno? all about weirdmageddon and that business. writing angst isn’t really my forte – so thank you phoe for helping me write that nonsense– but we needed it to be important and kinda heavy on ford’s end, with the end of the game almost relying on how the player reacted to his story. all the seriousness got to me though so the option to jump in the pool was my executive decision eyyy 

i also wrote the two between-y bits with mabel and dipper – pancakes and interrogations and the fine summer’s wedding! i wrote those just before the game came out, but since i was still in the middle of my college semester, it took me a bit longer… which is why poor sovo had to do a large chunk of the editing themselves, which i do apologize for;; but even with all the mad stress and load on their shoulders, they did a phenomenal job with everything they had to take on, and this project wouldn’t be the same– well, it wouldn’t even exist– without them!

i hope this answered your question, if not a bit wordy. i am a writer after all. thank you for playing! <3 

sovo: I worked on all the programming, a bunch of background art, the GUI, Stan’s driving sprites, playtesting, writing, editing, managing, you name it. As you can imagine, at times this project really stressed me out! 

The worst of it was probably the editing/rearranging/rewriting, which was a way bigger task than I anticipated. When we were organizing in Discord at the beginning of the project, we had so many writers that we split the whole game’s story up into nine pieces, one for each writer, and each with the same deadlines. At that point it was just the Ford and Stan events themselves– no in-between events with the kids, no transitions, no introduction or end. Writers handed in first drafts, then second drafts, and then those drafts went straight into editing. 

The idea was that Isa, Rosie, and I could do all the editing to bring about a more unified voice, since we essentially had nine voices in there, but in hindsight it was… not the best plan I could’ve gone with. Not asking the writers to polish their dates further meant that way more had to be done in the editing stage– plus we still had to write a remaining third of the game from scratch (transitions/intro/ending). When I think back to it I can still feel my dread from those times lol, because there was so much work to do and as the school year loomed, there were three– and then two– and then one– people available to do it. Isa (below) is right, the discord went dead for a long time after the writers handed in the last of their drafts about a month into the project. 

Also, almost everyone in the group was into Dream Daddy, so many of our writers followed DD’s suit and wrote mini-games into their dates (mini-games that I still don’t know how to implement). So I had to cut all those out and patch it over with writing. Then in some drafts there was still placeholder text left, like “[insert wall of text here],” which I had to figure out or just patch over with new writing. Then sometimes there was still wonky dialogue, or odd behavior, and I’d try and nudge Ford or whoever into character again. Then the introduction and ending were still partially done or just plain missing, so I grafted Rosie’s intro draft onto another intro draft and led it into Ford’s cryptid hunt event, and drafted an ending for the sim, and then Isa really fleshed it out after.

And while this wasn’t strictly necessary, I ended up rearranging Ford’s route just a tad. Ford’s route originally went cryptid -> ddamd -> dinner date -> pool -> baking, so the dinner date was originally Mabel’s matchmaking scheme– which Rosie pulled off super well! In fact, she pulled it off so well that something felt off to me about Ford’s route progression, because while each date stood fine alone, it’s like things peaked a little too soon. After a lot of puzzling over what exactly felt off, I finally switched it up to go baking -> dinner date -> pool instead, rewriting the context of the baking date so that it would fit in.

Honestly, I don’t think the three of us really know the extent of the work we did during editing, even now? Like, to add to the above, Rosie also altered/added stuff & wrote much-needed transitions across the game including the two in-between events with the kids, which I think really tied the game together by giving it a bit of non-dating-centric story! And Isa did a bunch of editing/rewriting all across the game, especially on Stan’s route. While they worked I got to settle into my drawing/programming/playtesting role, which was a whole other batch of tedium, but everything turned out great!

isa: *cracks knuckles* alright sooooo. to start off I was really in the deep of it all really early on, starting from the brainstorming stage! Like Sovo said, the base we started from was the dates- the chat came up with possible date scenarios for both characters and we voted on which ones we’d want to see in the game! Coincidentally, all the final dates that made it in were mostly proposed by me! But all the others we tried to incorporate somehow even if they weren’t top 5; for instance, a drive in movie was proposed but didn’t make it so it turned into watching a movie at home after the main boxing part of the date. I also arranged the date order before we started writing based on premise, and what was most believable for the progression + time to get to know Stan and have things get more intimate and hopefully natural feeling! The concept and writing for Stan’s final date was all mine! Although I had originally had it stop after the kiss in the diner to leave it open-ended with “you wanna get out of here?” so the player could decide whether they…. took a ride on the Stan O’ War or not lmao, but then Sovo encouraged me to make it more steamy ending which I’m forever grateful for mwuahah. Everything else about the date was a piece of cake honestly, I found it easy to write since I knew where I wanted Stan + player to be in terms of their relationship/flirt level. The hardest part was…. finding a way to cut the makeout short that would be in character! Which is why I used poor, poor Robbie as my plot convenience. Sorry m'dude.

I edited and fluffed the intro form what Sovo had and edited…. the whole game actually I think. In terms of fixing typos, grammar, adding little lines here and there, etc. both in Stan and Ford’s routes. A huge role was also communicating from Sovo to the other writers on what still needed to be done, organization, due dates, etc. So I was kind of like a manager/coordinator too. I also wrote transitions from one date to the next, like the nap reader takes in order to fit Stan’s boxing date cg in the game and wrote them cuddling Waddles as well as the first half or so of the final version intro to Stan’s final date (Sovo then took up the rest!). I wrote a couple general intros too but they didn’t make it in since Rosie did such a good job lol.After talking with Sovo and deciding it’d be okay to change Ford’s date order to feel like a more natural progression, I made changes accordingly to the intros and things that were now out of order within his dates, mostly the baking date since that was the main one affected along with the swimming date. I had fun writing for Ford on that one, I really like the small things with him, like having the idea that he can crack two eggs in one hand super easy.

The biggest thing for me was making sure everything was cohesive and in-character while editing the rest of Stan’s route. Each date was wonderful but with so many writers there were quite a few inconsistencies from one date to another, which is understandable since everyone just started writing on their own and didn’t know what others wrote until after. (And also I made some executive decisions on what I thought was and wasn’t out of character or what I thought didn’t fit with what we’ve seen in the source material or what would happen after the finale.) There were a lot of things that had to be removed as a result, which led to big gaps I had to fill and choices/possibilities I had to streamline. For instance, I completely rearranged and had to rewrite a lot of the movie part and the end of the date. Sometimes in the dates there were a lot of choices but none of them really had much of an impact on your approval rating in the game, which became more important later on, so I had to make bad choices worse and good choices better! So like for the films, the date ends differently depending on which film you pick, but if you’re doing well enough already and you pick an option that isn’t the best, you get an okay ending and aren’t completely out of luck lol (picking a horror film is neither the worst nor the best but if you have a high score already it’s more of an inconvenience than anything). Also, consistency was key. I had a unique challenge with Stan’s accent and how to write it in, so I’d find myself reading over his dialogue many times and keeping what felt natural and not forced to it wouldn’t be understood in context with other words lol. And simple things like punctuation- all the writers wrote things differently, so like TV vs tv vs t.v. etc or Stan O'War vs Stan-O-War, etc. That part’s more tedious than anything. OH, and I grabbed the voice clips from Gravity Falls as well as the sound effects for that version. It felt weird without an actual car horn to interrupt; I also found alternative tracks for the disco date until phoe pulled through! 

And then finally, I rewrote the general farewell at the end from the base that we there already, and embellished and added a bit more floof to Stan’s possible endings. For his bad ending I think if you got a low enough score that your dates got cut short, he’d be pretty cold because wow you just made him fix your car and you were kinda rude to him bye stranger. And if you got far enough that he set up the disco date for you but your score was low overall, he’d be kinda heartbroken but definitely wouldn’t let it show, he’s just be gruff and defensive. And if you did well, he’ll let his fondness show a bit more in his own way. You’re still only someone he just met, and he’s spent so long hiding that he’s still getting used to being himself so he won’t bear his entire heart just yet, but there’s definitely promise and he’s excited. I headcanon that he sends you weird trinkets in the mail and texts/video calls you pretty regularly until the Stan O'War II docks somewhere close and you two can visit and catch up.

This project was a lot of work….. it was pretty dead in some spaces, mostly after the writers finished their dates and it got passed on for the monstrous editing job lol. Some times I couldn’t stop editing, others I was slammed for weeks with classes and personal life, and Sovo was so kind and understanding! I really learned a lot about writing and am sad it’s over, but also. Not lol. I’m so amazed with how it turned out and I can’t believe the reception it’s gotten!!! ;u;

#isa answers #sovo answers #rosie answers #long post #submission #robinthegreenbird #game process

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Flowers For A Ghost - Chapter 10

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Logan panted as he looked around the sprawling city. He pulled Roman along behind him as they looked frantically for a hiding place from Lamia, crashing into different merchants' shops and tents through the cramped streets. Roman shouted apologies behind him as Logan searched for a way out. He had to.

They both flinched at the terrified screams of fairies behind them as Lamia stomped behind them.

"We have to hide!" Roman shouted next to him.

"I know! Just give me a minute to think!"

"There isn't much time for thinking, pocket watch!"

Logan finally saw a dark alley with stairs that led up to the roof. Maybe they could run over rooftops and escape that way? Yes!

Logan pulled Roman behind him into the dark alley that smelled strongly of curdled milk and rotting meat. He rushed upwards toward the roof with Roman's loud clanking on the metallic steps behind him.

It was then that Logan realized they were truly in deep shit.

"Shit. Shit, shit — we are so screwed." Logan moaned with his head in his hands. The rooftops weren't connected to the others. It was impossible to escape.

Roman rushed forward to the edge and squinted at the yawning distance of the closest rooftop. Logan grabbed Roman's shirt. Don’t even think about it, Roman.

Logan whipped around as he heard distant footsteps coming from the stairwell. Roman turned around, his pale face gaunt in the soft oranges of the sky turning from cloudy grey. The sun was arriving soon. It’ll be their first sunrise. Logan wished with all of his heart it could arrive faster.

A tuft of purple hair peeked over the wall. No, it couldn’t be. Logan pushed past Roman as his feet already ran, knowing who it was, hoping against hope. Yes it was! He heard a grunt as Virgil pushed himself up the last few steps of the stairwell. Dad!

“Roman? Logan?” Virgil said surprised, his brown eyes wide as he peeked over the wall, “Oh thank god, you’re okay!”

Logan was swept up into his father’s arms. Tears welled up in his eyes as Papa’s arms surrounded him. Forehead kissed and another tight hug was all Logan could handle before his tears slipped out.

“Papa!” Logan cried as he wrapped his arms around his neck. “I’m sorry! I tried to stay strong for Roman like you told me to. And I did get to punch some ‘smarmy assholes’. I told Roman to stay where we were and then there was talking animals! Weird beast things! Nothing makes sense here. I want to go home.”

Virgil set Logan down and kneeled down to his level.

“Honestly? You did great, kiddo.” He thumbed over to where Patton was kissing the living bejesus out of Roman despite his embarrassed squeals. He looks fine to me. You took care of Roman pretty well. He’s not easy to look after. I should know! I thought he’d be the death of me.”

Virgil ruffled his hair. “What’s on your mind?”

“Was what Mom said true?” Logan said leaning into Virgil’s side. “That we’re demons?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Man, high school is gonna suck. ”

His father shook with laughter next to him. “Dude, you’re going to meet kids way more demonic than you or Roman will ever be. You got this, alright? And you need to join some clubs! Like I don’t know, chess. Meet friends, don’t play D&D in the basement like I did, even if it’s really fun.” The two of them turned to look at the other half of their family with soft smiles.

Patton swung Roman around. “Who do I love?”

“Me,” Roman said as he tried to squirm out of his arms.

“Come on, I can’t hear you!”

“Daaaaadddd!” Roman groaned, “I’m not five anymore! Put me down!!! Gah, Dad, stop!!!”

Patton smirked as he hauled Roman up higher. “I can’t hear you!”

“Me!!!” Roman shouted, a smile making a way onto his face despite his valiant efforts. Peals of laughter echoed in the chilled air. Patton set Roman down with a twirl, dizzy, as Roman stumbled against his dad’s side. Patton bops Roman’s nose and smiles as he pulled his finger away from Roman’s instinctual chop.

Suddenly, a hand clamped down on Logan’s neck and screamed as he was pulled back. His father fell down to the pavement with a grunt. He clawed at the hand around his neck, but it was like made of steel. He twisted his head around to take a look. His face paled.

It was Lamia.

Her eyes were wild and her sharp teeth glistened in the first rays of the sunrise.

Lamia thrusted Logan higher until his legs kicked at empty air.

“Stay back or I break him like a goddamn twig.”

Patton held his hands out. “Okay, okay.”

“Let him go!” Virgil shouted, he stood up, purple flames flared to life along his arms. Lamia cocked her head at the action. She held Logan up higher as her fingers creaked around his soft throat. He had to do something.

Patton hugged him from behind, yanking him back, Virgil’s wrath wavered as he heard Patton’s voice racked with desperation. He could throw a fireball but the risk was too great. Logan was going to get hurt no matter what he did.  

“Fine. Stop, stop!” Virgil shouted, his voice shaky with withheld tears.

Lamia smirked. “Start walking, slowly, we’re trading places.”

Virgil glared as he stood by Patton and Roman. Roman’s heart was loud in his ears. His brother was in danger! This entire time, Logan has saved him over and over again. What kind of brother was he that didn’t save him too? A horrid one!

Virgil put a hand on his shoulder to push him into walking. Lamia slowly circled around until they stood by the staircase to the alley down. The mercenary’s messy ponytail framed by the rising sun made her look like a beast in the shadows cast on her face. Logan twisted in her grip, but to no avail.

He had to save him!

“Roman!” Patton screamed, as Roman ran headfirst into her in a blur. “No!”

His head snapped back from her fist. Ow! Her free hand clamped down on his neck while he was down. No. No, no; his legs kicked out into empty air as fingers clamped tightly around his neck.

“Two of a set,” Lamia laughed at the two boys struggling uselessly in her grip. “Isn’t that beautiful?”

“Logan!” Roman cried, reaching out to find his brother, fingers outstretched to their limits. Lamia’s fingers tightened and his hand fell away. Roman gasped as stars danced in front of him. His lungs burned as he drew in short gulps. He can’t die here. Please not here. Fear threatened to swallow him.

“Roman!” Logan shouted, then glared at Lamia as he rasped out a defiant promise through his purpling throat. “Don’t...hurt...him…”

No. He wasn’t going to be a coward anymore!

“I’m not afraid of you anymore!” Roman said, tears rolled down his cheeks. “I’m not scared. I have my brother here with me! I’m Roman–” He clawed at her fingers until he felt a little give and he gulped in the extra air, then he looked at his dads and his brother as he said finally– “and I’m brave.”

“I know you are, honey,” Patton said gently, then his eyes hardened as he looked up at Lamia. “What do you want?”

“A way out of here.” Lamia glanced behind her and then stepped back until Roman could heard the distant clamor of the fae marketplace far below; it was only a short jump away. “These boys are my ticket out of Alice Wonderland,” she continued, “and you aren’t stopping me.”

“I can open a portal for you right now and—” Virgil’s hair floated up with a crackle of magic.

“And who the fuck are you?” Lamia sneered. “You’re probably one of them . So can it, you fairy.”

Virgil’s hair didn’t relax; instead it became brighter with its purple glow. “Get away from our sons. I won’t ask again, GI Jane. Put them down.”

Lamia twitched as more hair fell in front of her face. Patton stepped forward, face dark as he eyed the two of them, already assessing on how to take her down. Lamia let out a snarl and Patton reluctantly backed off. Lamia’s breaths were loud in the muffled silence of a sunrise. Her fingers started to slide on Roman’s throat from his sweat. Or hers. It was hard to tell. Wait. He had an idea.

“Make your portals,” Lamia snapped.

“We found out we were demons only like yester—”

“Now!”

Logan snapped his mouth shut. Roman met his brother’s eyes as he twisted to look at him. Dark blue eyes so familiar, yet so alien to see them filled with fear. His brother always seemed to figure something out. Whether it was to shout an argument, bury a broken vase, or tell him that his drawings were good. That he didn’t need to hide them. Roman remembered his dream, the new one, of working together as brothers in the real world. A fashion line so popular that even David Bowie lauded their creativity and pizazz.

If Logan couldn’t do something, then Roman had to. His neck was slick with sweat, thanks to his overactive fear response, even if it made deodorant expensive. He wiggled in Lamia’s meaty fingers. He was almost there. Just another wiggle!

“Do it!” Lamia barked as she noticed Logan’s now faint blue glow, but none from Roman, “Make a damn portal or I’ll break your brother’s fucking neck.”

Logan’s squeak was cut off by a creak of her fingers. Roman felt a hot white flash up his body. Images of his brother’s broken body ran through his imagination. His fathers dead and dying on the roof. He ignored his little voice of logic that sounded eerily like his own brother; that pointed out ghosts can’t die. Rivers of blood and bleached bones and purple bruises fueled the fire in his soul. The deep yawning dark of nonexistence whispered from his nightmares. The flames roared over the pitiful cries of his fear. No.

“No, ” Roman snarled.

“What did you just say?”

Her fingers slid off his neck and Roman crumpled onto the floor. It worked! He ignored the loud shouts from his dads to run. He was sick of running. The sun peeked through the grey clouds of morning and he felt his smile grow into a sharp one as he felt the sun’s gentle touch on his cheeks. He was going to fight!

“I’m not afraid anymore!” Roman shouted, he brought his shaking fists up, just like his brother taught him. “You should be afraid of me. ”

Silence echoed through the rooftop. Roman grinned at Lamia’s stunned look. Logan pushed through his shock and started to struggle again. Patton called gently out to him, please get back, he shook his head. Roman turned around and flashed a cocky grin and wink at his fathers. Virgil’s face was pale, then slipped into a nervous smile. Patton stepped forward, about to grab Roman away despite his newfound bravery.

He’s got this. The foul villain was thrown off her rhythm; street smarts! She was cornered with nowhere to go. Dad and Papa was right here with him. He bet Logan even had a plan! There was no way he was going to lose!

Lamia laughed. Low and gleeful. Her brown eyes hollow as if all sanity has left the building.  Roman stepped back, his bravado gone like mist. What was seriously her problem?! His throat swallowed. Maybe this wasn’t an easy villain. Tch, no matter, final boss battles never were! His button smashes in Mortal Kombat attested to that!

His eyes glanced to Logan, his struggling and kicking has only worsened. He ignored his brother’s vehement hisses to run, run you idiot, please. Logan’s portal was slowly coming into being, dark blue with swirling stars like magical sequins. His hair floating up with ethereal magic echoing the faint drums of Hell.

Gritting his teeth and tensing his knuckles, Roman ran headon at Lamia. Lamia threw a punch, Roman smirked as he dodged it. He grabbed her forearm and bit down hard into the iron muscles underneath. She screamed. Logan gasped as he was thrusted higher into the sky like he was a sought after TV remote. Roman held on tight as Lamia slammed him against the brick wall.

“Let,” slam, “my” punch, “brother”, his skull cracked, “go!!” he screamed. Blood ran down into his eyes. The taste of iron filled his mouth. Eugh, he hoped he didn’t catch crazy. Lamia snarled as Roman kept hitting her. Knuckles cracked and bleed open. His muscles screamed for relief. His teeth clamped down on her fingers. More blood spurted in his mouth. At this, she howled, and finally snapped.

Lamia’s hand shot out and yanked on Roman’s shirt. He clawed on Lamia’s face, racking down stark red lines. Lamia grinned as she stared at Roman as she held him up by the nape of his neck like a troublesome cat. He might be short, but he was five feet and six inches full of rage! He kicked at her chest hard enough until he felt things crack under his boots.

Lamia didn’t even wince. Instead she grinned wider.

“The thing about portals,” Lamia crooned as she held him closer, brown eyes filing his vision, “is that I just need one.”

Roman’s eyes widened. No, wait, this wasn’t supposed to happen! Roman snarled as he charged forward to bite her entire face off. Better to die nobly than live a coward.

Lamia thrusted him off the roof.

The roar of the wind and Patton’s guttural scream followed his fall. His bloody fingers clawing at nothing. Logan! He was leaving Logan behind! Dad! Anyone! Save me! The blue sky above him like a blanket tucking him in for the long night of everlasting sleep. He closed his eyes with a sigh, at least he was good for something after all. Then everything slammed to a sudden screeching halt.

.

.

.

Logan screamed, “Roman!”

But there was no answer — only the faint confused clamor of the merchants below, and the whistle of the wind. Sobs wrenched through him and he wanted to puke. Tears blurred his vision as all feeling left his body. The fingers around his throat, the burn of his lungs; all of it faded away.

His soul had just been cleaved apart.

“Roman!”

“Shut up, little brat!” Lamia spat. Sobs echoed from his crumpled fathers. Virgil pulled Patton against his chest as his shoulders shook with the loss of his son.

The crackle of the portal pulled at Logan’s soul. Magic deep from within stopped with a sickening lurch.

With a pop, the portal was gone. He was never going to let this murderer go home.

“No!” Lamia shouted as she threw Logan to the ground. “You piece of—”

A boot swung toward his face. His head snapped back onto the pavement. Stars burst in his eyes. Glass shattered distantly. His frames sat crushed in front of him, and blood dripped down his gums. His shoulders shook as he spat out a glob of blood onto the rooftop. His cheek throbbed and spurted with blood from the abuse. Tears over his burgeoning bruises made him whimper as he curled into a fetal position. His so-called bravery that Rom...his brother lauded him for, it was gone, gone with him.

There was no point.

He had no brother to be brave for.

To fight for.

No glasses, no brother, and no bravery. He was alone.

Lamia stomped closer. Virgil’s crackling magic filled the air but it was too late. Always too late. It was up to him. Lamia was too close to aim properly without hurting Logan too. By her grin, she knew it. It was all up to him, for the first time, Logan had to fight for himself.

I don’t know how, he thought to himself. Magic rolled inside of him like a tidal wave, foreign and acquired from this plane.

A manicured claw reached out to him, and the shadow of her fingers eclipsed the rising sun. His eyes wide open, fighting his instinctual desire to shut them.

It was then, he wondered if Roman died with his eyes open.

“Come on, nerd!” Roman shouted over the roar of the parade. “We’re going to miss it!”

Logan squeezed past the warm bodies to hold onto his brother’s hand tightly, not wanting to lose him. He turned around to see his fathers lounging on a picnic blanket on a hill, above the eager crowds, Patton giggling as Virgil put sunscreen on him. Blech.

Roman yanked on his arm harder and with a yelp they finally pushed past the insurmountable wall of adults and kids alike.

It was Buzz Lightyear!

All thought stuttered to a stop as he saw the man wave in the shimmering sunlight of hot noon. It’s him! The hero pushed a few buttons on his arm and with a swoop, his wings popped open. Just like his toy at home! Whoa… A finger poked him in the cheek. Logan startled from his stupor and turned to glare at Roman. The parade float puttered its way down the street. The moment gone.

“Were you starstruck?” Roman smirked.

“I didn’t know they had Buzz Lightyear this year! I know it’s been out for two years but did you know, Roman?” Logan exclaimed, “He looked so cool! Wow. I want to be like him.”

“A toy?”

“No!” Logan scowled, “An astronaut!!” His smile faded. “But well… I can’t be an astronaut. Even if it’s really cool.”

The roars of the crowd faded as he remembered Roman’s head tilt. His dark brown eyes that weren’t Patton’s pale azure or Logan’s cerulean. The sweat on his brother’s brow and those dorky cowboy swim trunks he wore that summer July. Only a few months before Virgil died that fall. Before their entire family changed.

“Why not? I bet you’d be a really cool astronaut. Even better than Buzz!”

“Cause you won’t be there,” Logan admitted with a sigh,.“I don’t want to leave without you.”

Roman ruffled his hair and pulled into a headlock, Logan whined. “Noooo!! Roman stop! Gack! I take it back, I’m going to space and leaving you behind. Aaaah, not the ear!”

Roman let him go with a beam, “Don’t worry about me! I’m a cowboy, someone has to take care of Earth while you’re gone, Lo.”

“I...suppose you’re right.”

He blinked. Something soft rippled beneath his fingers. It convulsed and shuddered as blood burst beneath his black claws. It was a throat. Something cracked to the left of him. His eyes shot to the sound quicker than he processed it.

A purpled arm sat lifeless on the movement, twisted and gorged until it was unrecognizable. Teeth marks bright like pink flowers among a lavender field. His eyes zeroed on the source of the crack; it was a manicured fingernail torn away from the nail bed, the last to join its brethren on the gravel.

No.

He didn’t—

“ ‘Course I am!” Roman laughed, “Do you think we can convince Dad to let us stay to see the fireworks?”

He shut his eyes. Drew in a shaky breath through his nose. He steeled himself to look. Eyes bulged out of her skull, her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, he could see all the way back to her molars. Her chest did another convulsion underneath him. Logan licked his lips and warm blood that wasn’t his own buzzed his senses instead of disgust. The iron metallic taste became heady as caramel toast with a lather of honey. It was too much sugar to be healthy. His tongue bumped against his teeth, sharpened to a point; almost like a dog’s but worse. Blood, more blood, he needed more.

More.

“Logan?” Patton whispered.

Dad, dad, echoed in his mind. Spit dribbled out of the corner of the creature’s mouth. Disgusting.

Its throat croaked as he dug his claws deeper. Why didn’t it die already? Die, die — the word echoed in his mind. Empty of everything but burning hatred. And memories that hurt too much to remember.

“We can’t tell Dad!” Roman shouted as they stood over a broken vase. Dad was late again from his shift. Logan reached down to pick up the pieces. Roman stopped him with a shake of his head. “Get some gloves, nerd. Pick this up and throw it in the trash, out of sight out of mind, right? Dad would get mad if he saw it.”

“Logan, honey?” Patton repeated again, his voice gentle behind him. Dad. His stomach dropped. Trouble, he doesn't want trouble; he's a grade A student. It would be on his record. The principal would call Dad and then he'll hear the disappointed lecture on the way home. Home? Where was that? Logan snarled at the encroaching memories.

"It's just me, Lo lo," Patton soothed, "It's okay. Let her go. It's over. My starlight, please, listen to me. I'm right here." His voice wavered. "Can you hear me from where you are? I know it's dark and scary but your Dad is always right here."

His newly attuned ears heard the soft drip of tears splashing against the pavement.

"Come home. This isn't you, Logan. Wake up. I'm here. How are you feeling? Talk to me."

"More," Logan rasped. "No. I don't want to get into trouble. I did something bad. I'm sorry."

He heard a sniffle. "It's okay. Daddy will be with you even if you do something bad, okay?"

"It was Roman's idea, we buried your favorite vase in the rose bushes," Logan swallowed as more tears splashed down. "I'm sorry. Roman lied and I should've been a better role model. Then he wouldn't lie."

"K-kiddo–" Patton's voice was wet– "it's okay. I forgive you. Both you and Ro-ro-Roman."

Logan stood up, his claws tight around the paling throat. He ignored the cries to step back. His hackles rose he felt a dark presence barrel right at his exposed back. His mind went blank for a moment as hot rage filled his vision. How dare—

His thought ended.

The whistle of the wind set his aching soul back into his body.

Logan saw terrified eyes pleading him for mercy. Lamia’s legs dangled over the edge, it’s arms and hands too broken to even grapple for escape, like his brother did. For a moment, he turned his eyes to the rest of the sunrise and took in the ravaged land. Shops overturned and fires spiraling into the air. He took a breath. Savoring the unadulterated fear of the mortal before him.

He threw the broken vase into the rose bushes below.

Logan crouched down on the wall and grinned as he heard the satisfying shatter. Music, music to his ears, his ears. The creature twitched, gasped, and then went still. The vase was so exceedingly fragile that it was a wonder that Roman hadn't broken it before now. Logan stepped off the ledge and turned around. Away from his misdeed.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Virgil stared up at him from the opposite wall. His form flickered weakly. Patton sat next to him, pressing his hands to a wound on his arm, fussing over him. Dad doesn't know, so he wasn't in trouble, he was a grade A student.

"I want to go home. Please. I don’t feel so good. Dad...” Logan swayed and dropped to his knees. His head spun and sick threatened to come up. He focused on his broken glasses in front of him, they reflected black eyes squinting down at it; is that him? His eyes were blue, right?

He didn’t know anything anymore.

“Logan!” his fathers cried out in unison. They ran forward to hug him. Virgil and Patton squeezed him until he felt his heart pop in his chest. A hand ran through his floating hair and brushed gently against his horns. His head was nudged forward into an old jacket that’s been in the wash so many times the colors washed out. His breath shuddered into the warm chest and the thumping of the heartbeat underneath was a soothing drum. Black claws dug into the soft fabric like a lifeline.

“I’m going to rub your back now, okay? But try to remember what you learned,” Virgil said as he rubbed his back slowly in circles. “Breathe in for four seconds–” Logan sucked in air hungrily– “and hold your breath for seven seconds. You’re doing great. Now breathe out for eight seconds.”

After a few minutes, his horns disappeared back into his skull, his claws faded away, and like a floodgate flung open, thoughts rushed back into his head. Tears sprang anew from his eyes as he clutched Patton and sobbed. He didn’t– why did he– oh god. What have I?

All of his fear, hurt, and anger finally released, not through violence, but tears so thick he couldn’t see. Patton rocked his son, his only son, in his lap.

He held on tight to the small body in his arms despite how much it shook like a leaf in the wind. Virgil sang gently to him an old lullaby, but it only made him cry even harder until Patton was sure he was going to puke.

Patton leant down and kissed his brow. “You can rest now, kiddo. You did great, I am so proud of you.” He wiped away the boy’s tears as he glanced at Virgil.

“...Heaven is a lovely place to be, Roman will love it there. He can play everyday and every night. He’s happier now.”

Logan wiped away snot on the collar of his shirt with a sniffle. “He’d be happier alive.”

Patton sighed as he gave a wobbly smile that was too sad to be real. “I know. Your brother will miss you very much. And he loves you to the moon and back.”

Sunlight twinkled over the rooftop and the torn landscape of the nether world. The two bodies lied at the center of the market square shimmered with the slick of blood in the early sun. Merchants chattered about the new addition. It was strange, stupendous, cultural! Who left such a bold landscaping choice? The sun rose higher in the sky as the merchants lost interest and stepped over the bodies with no regard. Soon, the sun lost sight of them in the crowds of the fae marketplace.

The world spun on quite happily with one less demon in the world.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic

[blackdogbrigade-blog]

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[starryeyedboxes]

[2/2] You're a really cool person and maybe I'll feel up to sharing my channel once I've shaken of the uh... shookness? I dunno, when I'm back to recording again. Thank you very much, I hope you have a good week~

Don’t feel ashamed at all! It happens to everyone. It’s not a bad time for you to just take a break and mull things over. If you still haven’t gone back, it’s okay. Try to rethink things. Try to ask yourself a few of these things:

1. Is there anything you’d LIKE to be doing better for your channel, like goals you’d like for your channel that would be like little extras? If so, is it something you can do now? Or is it something you’d have to wait for in the future? Like would you like to have a green screen? Or would you like to do livestreams? Charity livestreams? These aren’t necessary for your channel, but would add a little pizazz.

2. What is something that you personally feel would improve the channel at its basics? If anything at all? Do you think it needs better camera quality (if your face is in it at all), or perhaps a cool intro/outro? Better lighting? These are things that overall enhance the viewer experience. It makes it more personal and easier to watch, you know?

3. Try to reach out to your other friends and ask them what they feel is good about the channel and what you’re doing with it, and then ask them what they think needs to be improved on. Even if they don’t watch a lot of YT or anything, ask anyway!

It’s okay if you have answers to all of these but none of them are attainable to you right now. Like I’ve mentioned, work with what you have! Jack for example did. He used to have mattresses for sound and a sheet for his background. We all need to make do with what we have.

But these things you may want later to help improve are things that you probably need to save up for, which is understandable. We are all people who probably don’t have money just up for grabs. But I honestly think investing in some better equipment would do wonders, maybe not even now, but down the line. With everything so HD and crisp nowadays and with wonderful audio, you definitely might have to keep up with the times somewhere down the road.

Also, I’m incredibly sorry things didn’t work out with your adviser, especially after so many years of friendship. But I’m very proud of you for talking about it with them at all! That was very courageous of you and definitely shows you care a lot about this channel to where you believe in it so fondly that you decided to talk to them about what you felt wasn’t handled properly. It’s very mature! Keep that drive and dedication! And if you decide to get another advisor, I hope it works out.

Hang in there, friend! You got this! And know that I believe in you!

#ask starryeyedboxes #anon #starry advice