#old art but still really happy with the movements of stuff

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If you think firebenders wouldn’t fight using fireswords 

then I request you reconsider this dope idea

#zuko #atla #team avatar #avatar #the last airbender #fanart #atla fanart #zuko fanart #my sweetest boy #lord knows i would be the firebending sidekick #old art but still really happy with the movements of stuff

[skyward-floored]

Febuwhump Collab Day 10 — killing in self defense

Nobody asked for more of Sky and Warriors when they’re teenagers but I’m delivering more anyway lol. If you ever wondered how the events of skyward sword fit in with the Incredibles au, here’s your explanation.

Aka: I’m unnecessarily mean to Sky again.

Warnings for mentions of blood/injuries, some stuff about killing, and vomiting (though it isn’t too graphic)

Today’s lovely art

Ao3 link

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They’d decided not to say anything.

Sure they wouldn’t be able to keep it quiet forever— parts of it were still all over the news (spun as them causing needless destruction of course, despite the fact that they’d saved everyone) and a good block of the city had been totally destroyed— but Time and Malon had just gotten back from their honeymoon.

Their honeymoon that they’d already had to postpone for way too long and thought they might not even get to take because of all those stupid lawsuits.

At first Warriors and Sky had expected to have to explain everything once Time and Malon returned. They’d prepared for it, even. But when they had come back looking so happy, and Time more relaxed then Warriors had ever seen him... he’d made eye contact with Sky, and they’d decided it could wait.

Warriors didn’t want to burst their bubble with the news that he and Sky had stopped a plot to destroy the world and nearly been killed in the process.

(Besides, they’d handled it, right? There wasn’t really that much to tell.)

So they both agreed to just keep it quiet, and hide the pages of the newspaper with articles about the event. They only changed their bandages from the injuries they’d gotten while Time and Malon were busy, and Sky made sure to hide the limp he was still dealing with.

And Warriors was just starting to feel confident that their plan would work and maybe they wouldn’t ever have to bother Time with what had happened...

...when Sky suddenly cracked.

It was the evening two days after Time and Malon had gotten back, and Warriors was trying to find clean pajamas, digging through a pile of clothes that he was pretty sure were clean. Most of them smelled clean anyway, and aside from the shirt with the bloodstains (oops) and the socks that had been festering for at least a week (double oops), they all looked mostly clean too.

...Laundry hadn’t exactly been at the top of his priorities lately.

Warriors pulled out a shoe that had somehow been buried in the pile, and huffed at the teeth marks on the heel. He’d thought this pair had been safe from Twilight’s wolf teething, but apparently not.

Warriors rolled his eyes and set the shoe aside, then let out a noise of triumph as he finally unburied some pajamas that appeared unworn. He tossed them on, wincing as the movement pulled at an injury on his side, and then flopped on his bed, listening to Malon try and get Twilight to go back to sleep in the other room with a sigh.

He had to admit he’d missed having Twilight underfoot. He’d been left with his grandpa while Time and Malon were away, and while Warriors was a little offended they didn’t trust him and Sky to watch him for more then an afternoon, he was rather relieved his tiny nephew had been far away from everything that had happened.

It had been stressful enough without a barely one year-old to watch as well.

He could hear Malon singing a lullaby through the wall, steps creaking as she walked up and down the length of the room. The song was soothing, and Warriors bit back a yawn, closing his eyes for a second.

Mm, maybe I’ll just go to bed now...

A gagging sound interrupted his dozing, and Warriors startled, shooting up from the bed. It hadn’t come from the room Malon was in, and he poked his head out the door, quickly following the noise down the hallway to where he thought Sky had just been brushing his teeth.

And found Sky throwing up rather violently into the toilet, face pale and eyes wide and horrified.

Warriors ran to his side as he finished, Sky’s breathing little more than gasps, and his brother stared up at him, gaze haunted.

“Sky, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Warriors asked frantically, and Sky seemed to pale further.

“W-Wars I...” he wheezed, his face panicked, “Wars I killed him, I killed s-some—”

He gagged again and almost missed the toilet, and Warriors put his hands on his shoulders, holding him steady until he was finished.

“Sky, calm down,” he tried as Sky continued to choke on air, and when that didn’t work, he grabbed his hands, squeezing them tight. “Sky, please, you’re gonna hurt yourself, you have to breathe.”

Sky only wheezed, and Warriors watched him with a growing panic, unsure of what to do.

“Sky. You have to breathe,” Warriors repeated, giving his hands a harder squeeze and ignoring his own shaking fingers. “Don’t think about anything else, just take some deep breaths.”

Sky dragged in a breath that might’ve been slightly deeper than the ones before, but he still wasn’t breathing the way he should be. At the rate he was going, he would likely pass out.

But what could he do? Sky was completely freaking out, and Warriors was beginning to as well.

Sky gagged on a cough, and Warriors shot a panicked glance out into the hallway as quick footsteps came down it. Time appeared in the doorway, and immediately got to a knee beside Sky, his face creased with concern as he gently stepped past where Sky’s wings were splayed.

“Sky, what’s wrong?” he asked, putting his hands on his shoulders.

“I-I, I ki...” Sky wheezed, shaking like a leaf, “T-Time I was...”

He couldn’t get enough words out for Time to understand, and Time looked over at Warriors, confusion and worry on his face. Warriors made a helpless gesture, and Sky wheezed again and brought Time’s attention back to himself.

Time focused on getting Sky to properly breathe, and Warriors watched anxiously, kicking himself for not expecting this sooner.

He should’ve known it would all crash down on Sky at some point— he’d barely even reacted after everything had happened. He had shed a few tears when they’d gotten Sun back and everyone turned out to be okay, but he hadn’t fallen into an utter panic like he was now.

Warriors should have expected it. Sky’s best friend had been kidnapped, and he’d nearly been killed by the same man who’d murdered his parents, and then he’d turned around and had to—

Sky coughed, and Warriors squeezed that hand that was in his again, ignoring how the motion made his arm ache.

So much for keeping things quiet for a while.

“Sky, can you tell me what’s wrong?” Time asked again after he’d managed to get Sky to breathe a little.

“I’m—” Sky stuttered, then looked at his hands with a panicked expression. “I didn’t know I would— Sun was hurt, she almost died a-and he said he was— I just wanted it to end, and I-I—”

His voice died, and he closed his eyes, lip trembling.

“...Warriors?” Time asked quietly, and Warriors fiddled with the hem of his shirt, wishing he hadn’t taken his scarf off. “Do you know what he’s talking about?”

Warriors swallowed, but before he could speak, Sky choked out a few more words.

“Demise was back.”

Time froze, and looked between the two of them, his gaze suddenly sharp. Warriors didn’t meet his eye, and the heavy silence that fell over them was only broken when Malon came down the hall and peered inside the doorway, drawn by the noise after having finally gotten Twilight back to sleep.

“Oh Sky, my goodness,” she breathed worriedly, looking at his pale face and T-shirt speckled with vomit. “How long have you been sick, honey?”

“I’m not sick,” he whispered, and Time breathed out, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

“Some things happened while we were gone, it seems,” he said in a quiet voice. “I believe a full explanation is in order.”

Malon’s face gained some suspicion along with the worry. “What kinds of things?”

Sky shivered, and they all looked over at him. He had finally gotten his breathing under control, but was still pale, and shaking in Time’s hold on his shoulders. Malon came forward and cupped his cheek with a sigh, worry bright in her eyes as she looked at him.

“Do you think you’re going to be sick any more hon?” she asked, and Sky softly shook his head. “Okay. Why don’t you get cleaned up and changed, and then we can sit down and discuss this somewhere that isn’t the cold bathroom floor, huh?”

Sky and Warriors nodded.

Ten minutes later found them all in the living room, Sky in fresh clothes and wrapped in a blanket with Warriors next to him. The top of Sky’s wings poked out from the blanket, and he looked a little less overwhelmed then he did earlier.

Malon had warmed up some milk, but she was the only one who had touched her cup, steam gently wafting from the other mugs on the tray. Warriors looked down at the milk in front of him, but the sight of it just made his stomach roll.

Time leaned back in his chair, and sighed.

“So. What happened?”

Warriors exhaled, and Sky looked down at his lap.

“...Sun got kidnapped the day after you left,” Warriors admitted, his voice quiet.

Malon let out a soft gasp, and Sky’s wings ruffled a little, but nobody spoke as Warriors continued.

“Sky was there when it happened, but he couldn’t do anything in time and she was... taken. We started out looking for her, but we met this weird guy, and it turned out he was the one who’d kidnapped her for his boss, and he kept fighting Sky, but... there was a lot more going on then we thought...”

“Sun was.... Why didn’t you call us?” Malon asked in dismay, and Sky and Warriors both fidgeted.

“We didn’t want to bother you,” Sky admitted quietly. “And we didn’t realize how big a deal everything was going to be... and Mr. Gaepora agreed with us.”

“Gaepora should have known better,” Time said darkly. “We could have come back and helped, why—”

“Because you were finally taking a vacation!” Warriors burst out, and met Time’s eye when he looked at him. “You never take vacations, Time! And this was your honeymoon, we weren’t about to take that away from you.”

“And we did handle it,” Sky added quietly. “Obviously.”

Time sighed, and rubbed the bridge of his nose for a second before replying. “I still maintain that you two should have called, and I will be talking about this with Gaepora, but it’s too late now and I assume there’s more to the story.”

Sky nodded, and Time motioned for Warriors to continue.

“Right,” Warriors said, then sighed. “So Fi was helping us because it turned out she knew a little of what was going on, and Ghirahim— he was the guy that kidnapped Sun— actually knew Fi somehow, I think. He was talking like it anyway. But anyway, it turned out he was... working for Demise.”

Malon sucked in a sharp breath, and Time had that oddly blank look settle on his face again.

“How... but Sky’s parents defeated him, everyone thought he was dead,” Malon breathed, her face pale. “You boys fought him?”

“I killed him,” Sky choked out.

The silence that fell over the room was even heavier then the earlier one had been, and Warriors risked a glance at his older brother. Time’s face was impossible to read though, and he leaned closer to Sky, meeting his eyes when he looked up.

“You killed him?” he asked in a voice Warriors couldn’t gauge, and Sky nodded.

“I did,” he whispered. “He’s dead. For certain.”

Sky’s wings began to tremble, and Warriors felt the sick feeling roll in his stomach again. I should’ve done it, I should’ve fought him.

“Was he trying to kill you?” Time continued in the same emotionless voice.

“Yes,” Sky whispered.

“He was trying to resume that crazy plan of his Sky’s parents stopped,” Warriors quietly filled in for Sky’s sake. “And for some reason Sun’s powers were a part of it. I still don’t know how. But that’s why he kidnapped her.“

“But you stopped him,” Time asked, and Warriors nodded.

“Sky did. Ethereal and me were there too, but somehow Demise summoned these... monster things, and kept us busy with those while he fought Sky. I think we would’ve died if Fi hadn’t gotten Ghirahim to help us out at the end. Apparently Demise was only using him.”

Warriors closed his eyes again. “There’s more to it then that obviously, but... but that’s the basics. Sun’s okay now. We stopped Demise.”

“I killed him,” Sky said in a wretched voice, his wings tightly wrapped around himself. “I... I barely even thought about it at the time, but he’s— he’s dead.”

Malon’s face was distraught, and Time leaned closer as Sky shook in his seat.

“Sky. It was self defense,” Time said firmly, grief in his voice. “He was trying to kill you, and Warriors and Sun and countless other people. No court would convict you.”

“But he was still a person!” Sky stressed in a shrill, watery voice. “A horrible one, probably the w-worst one I’ve ever met, but he’s dead now, and I’m the one that did it!”

“Sky, honey you had no choice,” Malon said softly, placing her hand over his. “It’s like Time said, it was self defense. If you hadn’t killed him, he... he would’ve killed you. And so many others.”

“He still could’ve gone to jail or something!” Sky said more frantically, his breathing beginning to speed up again. “I didn’t even give him th-that choice, I was so intent on stopping him I— I felt proud when I killed him! I was happy he’s gone, I still am happy because he killed Mom and Dad but I shouldn’t be and I— I keep finding his blood in my feathers!” he choked out, and Warriors was almost afraid he would throw up again.

“Sky, listen to me,” Time said firmly, looking him dead in the eye. “You did what you had to do. Demise was a supervillain, and a terrorist. The list of people he killed over the years is long, and he would have gladly added you and Warriors to their number, without remorse or hesitation. Killing him was the only option available to you. And if you hadn’t, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now, and most of this city would be dead.”

“But I— I’m a murderer,” Sky whispered, and Time put his hands on his shoulders.

“No you’re not. Demise was. You did the only thing you could do, Sky. That never should have been a choice you had to make, but you made it anyway, and you saved so many lives by doing so,” Time murmured, voice heavy. He looked directly into Sky’s eyes. “And I know your parents would be proud.”

Sky crumpled, and Time put his arms around him, murmuring something Warriors didn’t catch when a soft sob came from his hold.

Sky’s blanket slipped as Time held him, and revealed the angry lines from Demise’s lightning that were still on his arms, red and painful-looking. Malon’s face turned a little red with anger at the sight, but Time merely pulled the blanket back to where it was supposed to be, and said nothing. Warriors could see the look on his face though, and he was sure that if Demise hadn’t already been dead, then the look in Time’s eye alone would have done it.

They all sat quietly as Time continued to calm Sky’s trembling, Warriors staring blankly down at his cup. He didn’t realize his own hands were shaking until Malon took one in hers.

“Warriors, are you alright?” she asked softly.

He nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I didn’t... kill anyone,” he said weakly.

Did you though? his mind whispered, thinking back to the blood he’d been covered in by the time he’d gotten back to Sky. Those monsters you killed had to come from somewhere, who’s to say they hadn’t once been hu—

Malon put her arms around him, and Warriors swallowed back the lump in his throat, letting her hug him.

“Goodness I’m glad you two are okay,” she said softly, holding him tight. “No wonder you’ve been so quiet since we got back, we...”

She trailed off with a sigh, and set a hand on his head.

“Call us next time, I don’t care what we’re doing,” she said, her grip tightening. “I mean it. You two are so strong, but you shouldn’t have to save the world by yourselves.”

“It was mostly Sky,” Warriors replied softly, thinking back to the look on his face while he’d been fighting Demise. Sky wasn’t normally a very imposing figure, but the look in his eyes as he’d dodged lightning, his wings outstretched, his sword raised, and eyes nearly glowing with a cold rage...

It wasn’t a sight he would ever forget.

Malon sighed again, but didn’t say anything further for the moment, leaning against Time while she continued to hold Warriors. All four of them ended up resting against one another, and Warriors closed his eyes as he suddenly felt very keenly every half-healed scratch and bruise on his person.

He hadn’t realized until now just how truly bone-deep exhausted he was.

“I’m so glad you’re alright. Both of you,” Malon said softly, and Warriors sighed, Sky’s head coming to rest on his shoulder, a wing settling around them all.

“Yeah. Me too,” he whispered.

Sky and Time said nothing at all.

#Sky was messed up from everything that happened but killing demise was the icing on the cake #plus idk about you but if I’d had to kill anyone as a younger teenager I would’ve freaked out too #linkeduniverse #linked universe #Incredibles au #lu Sky #lu warriors #lu time #lu Malon #and twi but he’s asleep #febuwhump #day 10 #killing in self defense #writing from the floor #Incredibles au fic #time: *flashbacks to when he killed someone the first time and freaked out about it* well crap

[cerise-on-top]

Hank, Sanford and Deimos with a Reader who does Handcrafts

Gonna post my old MadCom stuff since people seem interested in it! I didn't write too much back then, but I'll post it anyway and hope for some MadCom requests as well! What the title says! Reader knits, crochets and embroiders in this! The format is different from how I usually write, but that's because I wrote this months ago, if not in 2022! I don't remember when, but it's been a while since I wrote this!

Hank

If you get his attention while doing one of your crafts, expect him to just stare at you for a while. He knows what knitting is, since you can use those needles to stab someone with enough force, but he never really cared much for any of it. So, seeing you do those small, but precise movements has him somewhat curious. If you beckon him closer to check out what you’re doing, he will approach you, taking your piece from your hands and gently examining it, before returning it to you.

While he won’t join you that often due to his occupation, Hank will lie down next to you from time to time, watching you work until he falls asleep eventually. Doing so next to you, especially when you’re knitting or doing embroidery, takes a lot of trust on his behalf, so it’s a rather rare occurrence, but it might happen. Still, sometimes even Nevada’s most wanted can’t resist getting some sleep in.

If you give him a scarf or anything of the likes it might seem like he doesn’t like it at first. As he only grunts in acknowledgement and doesn’t wear it, it might seem disheartening at first glance. But rest assured, he’s well aware that him wearing it would only get it covered in blood, and he wouldn’t want your creation, that you put so much love into, to get sullied like that. Hank does keep it somewhere hidden where only he can find it so that it won’t get stolen as well, he truly does treasure anything you give him.

Sanford

He has helped his mother crocheting every once in a while when he was young by holding her wool for her. Sanford always thought it to be really cool how you can make something so beautiful out of something as simple as wool and yarn. Much like he did when he was younger, he’ll hold your yarn for you, making it more comfortable to knit or crochet for you. Unlike Hank and Deimos, he will try to learn it as well. It seems relaxing, so why not? But by no means is he a master. Due to his strength, he will likely rip the yarn and wool apart from time to time and come to you for help.

In order to relax and unwind a bit, he’ll likely come to you and ask if you would like to practise your craft for and with him. Having you around in and of itself already makes Sanford happy, but just getting to spend time with you without having to worry about being killed by the enemy makes it all the better. If you let him, he will hold you close, lean into you, put you on his lap, anything you’re comfortable with.

Please give him a sweater. Because he’s never wearing a shirt he gets cold fairly easily. He’ll cherish it dearly and wear it whenever he can, and whenever he knows it won’t get ripped. Another thing he’d be very happy with would be a piece of embroidery. It reminds him of better times and gives him hope, especially when your piece of art is something pleasant and sweet to look at. Because of that, he will put it up somewhere in his room where he can always see it. Even if Deimos makes fun of him for it, he will simply lightly jab at the smoker, all the while smiling at it.

Deimos

He’ll lovingly call you a grandma for having hobbies like these. Even while doing embroidery, where you stab things thousands of times, he will snicker at you whenever he catches you doing any of these things. Though, he doesn’t mind that sort of thing at all since that means you’ll be sitting still for a while, meaning you’ll give him a chance to unwind with him. Deimos will wrap his arms around you, leaning onto you or just cuddle into you in general. No fighting, no getting hurt, just watching you do the same movements over and over again.

Despite possibly calling you boring, he does have great respect for your craft, since he can’t do any of it. It’s too tedious and he can’t sit around for long enough doing something like this. It’s simply not exciting enough. But the moment you give him his first sweater, he will think it’s the most awesome thing to ever exist. Proud as a peacock, he will flaunt and taunt his new piece of clothing, especially to Sanford and Hank, declaring just what a great lover he has.

Present him with a plushie and his mind will be blown. He always thought knitting and crocheting are just for woolly hats and sweaters and scarves and all. If he sees you made him a tiny grunt, he will simply lose it, run around the Status Quo base and show everyone what you’re capable of. It doesn’t even matter to him whether or not it looks good. Your hands are magical to him and absolutely everyone has to know just how cool and epic you are.

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #hank j wimbleton x reader #sanford x reader #deimos x reader #I miss Madness Combat so much y'all have absolutely no idea #I am foaming at the mouth absolutely feral waiting for episode 12 #I desperately need these funny grunt creatures back in my life #I know I said I'd be playing the OG MW games this weekend but in lieu of me getting back into madcom I might replay M:PN #and rewatch the entire series! I could force my friend to watch it with me again! #it'd be the third time I'd be watching it with someone else #I actually talked nonstop for over an hour about Madness Combat to my ex at one point and he didn't even stop me #I had so many theories about it all that seemed to make sense to me but I since forgot them unfortunately #Also did anyone else see the 2B plushies or was I hallucinating those? Because I can't find them on Makeship... #I actually own the Hank Sanford and Deimos plushies #Only 2B is missing at this point and I want him so so bad I love him #I actually had a White Hank plushie custom made as well because she's my absolutel favorite #oh boy I've been rambling here but it shows just how much I love Madness Combat! Such a good show! Phenomenal music too! #I need to give Sanford a hug after all he's been through :(

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #302: Senji Muramasa

happy new years, babes! today on Fate and Phantasms we’ve got 2023’s next top saber, Senji Muramasa! he’s a Forge Cleric to make the swords, and a Kensei Monk to draw as much power out of them as possible. as long as they’re katanas.

check out his build breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

next up: we already did the genji-killing genji, so… bird up!

Race and Background

yeah, Senji’s a Human. that means he gets +1 Dexterity and Constitution, as well as proficiency in Investigation to figure out swords better and the Fighting Initiate feat for some Great Weapon Fighting, letting you re-roll 1s and 2s on damage dealt by two-handed weapons. that’s not a huge help out the gate unless you really like quarterstaves, but we’ll get there, I promise.

making swords all the time is kind of a Guild Artisan sort of gig, if you squint. that gives you proficiency in Insight and Persuasion. you’ve gotta sell those swords somehow.

Ability Scores

if you want to get all you can out of your swords (and survive long enough to do it,) you need some Dexterity. and if you want to see so good you can look into the future, that’s Wisdom, in more ways than one. third up is Constitution, again to survive all that sword-fighting you’re about to do.  After that, some Strength is in order. Shirou isn’t super ripped, but he’s got some muscle on him. that does mean your Intelligence isn’t that high, but tbh we only need to know about swords, and you do! finally, we’re dumping Charisma. you’re a crotchety old man, you only really care about the art, and you did technically work for the alien god that one time, which is… oof. still, we’re glad you make the heel-face turn when you did.

Class Levels

1. monk 1: i’m sure your sick swordplay skillz actually came after your forging knowledge, but i like living! so we’re going with the class that has unarmored defense first. that adds your wisdom to your ac while you don’t wear armor or shields! no problem! you’re not running around with unlimited chainmail works after all.

you also get martial arts! you can use your dexterity when attacking with monk weapons and your fists, plus you can make an unarmed attack as a bonus action when you attack with your main action! on top of all that, you get a martial arts die that grows as you level up, and all your monk-y attacks use that as their damage floor. if you’re using a weapon with a bigger die, use the normal one. if it would have a smaller die, use the martial arts one!

2. monk 2: second level monks can use ki to dodge, disengage, dash, or attack twice as a bonus action! you get your monk level in ki points every short rest, so feel free to go fast! you also get swordy options for your ki later, don’t worry!

on top of that, your unarmored movement helps you move a little faster than other swordsmen. or it would if we didn’t keep giving swordy people monk levels! still, u go fast, stay out of people’s reach. good strategy.

3. monk 3: at third level you set down the way of the kensei, teaching you the path of the kensei, which is a totally different thing. actually it’s like four different different things. anyway. you can grab some kensei weapons, one melee and one ranged. you get proficiency in them if you don’t have that already, and you can only pick weapons that aren’t heavy or special. grab a longsword for a fance katana, and whatever for the ranged attack. it’s whatever, who cares. not a sword.

while you have a kensei weapon in your hand and make an unarmed attack, you can make an agile parry for free, getting +2 ac for the rest of the round. good stuff for a guy dressed in regular clothes!

*sigh* if you really want to throw things around like some kind of… archer, you can use a kensei shot as a bonus action, making all your ranged kensei weapon attacks deal an extra 1d4 damage that round. funnily enough, this doesn’t need to be your ranged weapon- it just has to be a ranged attack. so even dnd supports emiya being an archer, throwin swords willy and nilly!

you also get the way of the brush. it’s a tool proficiency!

that was a lot for one level, and we’re not even done yet! third level monks can deflect missiles as a reaction, reducing incoming damage from an attack like an arrow or bullet. if you reduce the damage to zero you can even throw the attack back by spending a ki point! we rlly didn’t intend this build to be so archery, i swear.

4. monk 4: use your first asi to bump up your wisdom! smart smarter, dodge tougher, all that jazz. plus you can slow fall as a reaction. when you think about it, falling doesn’t deal damage- landing does. so all you have to do is block the earth before you hit the ground, and boom! no fall damage. genius.

5. monk 5: fifth level monks can make an extra attack each action! more sword! more! you can also turn your melee strikes into stunning strikes, forcing a constitution save on whoever you hit. if they fail, they’re stunned for a round. then you get advantage on all melee attacks against them for a bit! hit ‘em like a big fleshy pinata!

if you’re having trouble hitting, try spending some ki on your focused aim. spend ki points on a missed attack, add to the roll, maybe don’t miss. easy peasy. just make sure you’re spending on stuff that might actually hit, no point wasting resources on nat 1s.

6. monk 6: sixth level monks get ki empowered strikes and become one with the blade, which practically do the same thing! now your unarmed attacks and kensei attacks are magical to overcome resistances. you can also make a deft strike once per turn, adding your martial arts die to your damage roll. more dice! more rerolling! more! more!

7. cleric 1: if you want to make good swords, you need to have the power of god and anime on your side! HAAAAAAAAA! by that i mean ur a forge cleric! when you pick this class, you get proficiency with heavy armor and smith’s tools, one of those does not matter. betcha can’t guess which one! it’s the armor. y’know, the unarmored defense and all.

fortunately, your blessing of the forge is a little better, letting you turn any armor or weapon you touch into a +1 version at the end of a long rest for the rest of the day.

you also get some spells, tho tbh this build doesn’t really care about them too much. outside of like, two spells, your domain list is fine. speaking of, you get Identify to figure out any cool magic swords you find and Searing Smite. swords are cool. fire is cool. fire swords are extra cool, ironically. hit someone, watch them burn for a bit.

8. Cleric 2: second level clerics can Channel Divinity once per short rest in two ways. Turn Undead is whatever, we haven’t had to deal with skeletons much since Fuyuki, the real draw is Artisan’s Blessing. now you can spend an hour to turn raw metal into any nonmagical metal item worth less than 100 gold. we’re here for swords, but you can realistically make a lot more than that. you can even duplicate items if you want. that being said, we still have a price cap, so these aren’t masterworks just yet. still, make one of these and apply blessing of the forge, then once a local lord is impressed by your craftmanship you can just pump out regular swords and charge through the nose!

9. Cleric 3: third level clerics get second level spells like Heat Metal and Magic Weapon. annoyingly, you can’t heat your own sword for extra damage, it just hurts you if you do that. ugh. you can also grab one of the two spells I’d want from outside your subclass, Augury. now you can spend a minute sizing up a creature to figure out how well fighting them will go. if you might win, you’ll get weal. if you might lose, woe. you can also get both or neither, and using it over and over again will make the spell less accurate. if you’re really worried about your odds, upcasting smites tends to make people win.

10. Cleric 4: when you finally get another ASI, use it to grab the Slasher feat. aside from just being a cool genre of movies it also powers up your slashing attacks and your dexterity- once per turn, you can reduce the speed of a creature you hit with slashing damage, and now your critical hits give enemies disadvantage on attacks for a round. you are the sword guy, you get sword feats. if I could give you great weapon master in a way that would actually work, I would.

11. Cleric 5: fifth level clerics can Destroy Undead when they use their Turn Undead CD. if the undead in question is CR ½ or lower and fails their save, they die instantly. DEATH! DEAAAATH! or redeath, i guess.

you also get third level spells, like Elemental Weapon and Protection from Energy. now you can get a permanent fire sword that doesn’t constantly make you try to drop it! again, we don’t really need other spells. I mean smoke ‘em if you got ‘em, I’m just saying this guy’s a saber. cleric’s got one of the most stacked spell lists in the game, don’t let me stop you from abusing that.

12. Cleric 6: sixth level clerics can Channel Divinity twice a short rest, and you can use the Soul of the Forge. that means you have resistance to fire damage, and you get +1 AC while… wearing… heavy armor. yeah, these classes don’t exactly match up, as you can see.

13. Monk 7: bouncing back to monk, you can use your Evasion to dodge fireballs too, giving you complete negation on a successful dexterity save, and half damage on a failed one. which is then halved again if you’re actually dealing with fire. they have their moments.

you can also use your Stillness of Mind to counteract an effect charming or frightening you as an action, which is nice since we can’t focus on wisdom in this build as much as most monks.

14. Monk 8: use this ASI to grab the Piercer feat! most swords are slashing, but shortswords are still swords, so we have to be thorough. with this, you can re-roll a die of piercing damage once per turn, and you deal an extra die of damage with critical hits. I prefer the bigger swords, but you do you. rapiers are also pretty valid.

15. Monk 9: ninth level monks get an Unarmored Movement Improvement, letting you run up walls and over water as long as you end your turn on regular ground. servants get up to some wacky shit, I wouldn’t put this past them.

16. Monk 10: tenth level monks have a Purity of Body that makes you immune to disease and poison. neat. again, something most servants would have if we could afford it in every build.

17. Monk 11: at eleventh level, we get our last goodie from the way of the kensei, letting you Sharpen the Blade. as a bonus action, you can spend up to 3 ki points, adding that amount to your kensei weapon’s attack and damage rolls for up to a minute, as long as you aren’t already using a magic weapon with a bonus to attacks and damage rolls. get the most out of any sword! even a wooden plank is deadly in your hands.

18. Monk 12: use this ASI to bump up your Dexterity again. if you want to get the most out of a sword, your swording hands need to be at their best.

19. Cleric 7: seventh level clerics get fourth level spells. sure, Wall of Fire is nice, but your other subclass spell is fantastic. Fabricate lets you turn any amount of raw materials into a finished product after ten minutes. you can create a larger or smaller object, or medium if you’re making it out of metal or stone. you need better materials for better product, but masterwork products require proficiency with the tools you’d use to make them in the first place- fortunately, you have proficiency with smith’s tools, so you can quicksmith the hell out of these swords.

you also get your second spell we actually want here- Divination. you need to spend 25 gold, but it only takes an action to ask a god a question about something happening within a week. figuring out the future of creatures you’re fighting so you can sever it sounds like a good choice. that being said, your DM isn’t actually able to see the future, so expect some leeway. also, casting it over and over makes it less reliable, so don’t rely on your clairvoyance too much.

20. Cleric 8: our final level of the build is surprisingly busy for once. you get the Tough feat for an extra 40 HP, but your Destroy Undead also affects creatures of CR 1 and lower, and you make Divine Strikes once a turn, adding 1d8 fire damage to your weapon attacks.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

you are good with swords, and you are good with just about every sword. just about any sword that deals less than a d8 of damage gets its damage boosted already, and you can make any sword you touch into a masterpiece of magical damage in a single bonus action. and that’s all before we add in any deft strikes or divine strikes, all of which get their damage rerolled by your great weapon fighting if you’re using a longsword like you should be. you deal a good amount of damage, you’re consistent, and you always get the best shake out of any weapon you use.

everybody wants weapons, and you can make weapons out of just about anything. if it’s metal, artisan’s blessing. if it’s not? fabricate. you can turn anything into a sword, and you make any sword good. it’s also a pretty easy way to make money if you need it. it’s a dangerous world out there, nobody wants to go it alone.

you are incredibly accurate, which is a lifesaver against high AC enemies. with a maxed out dexterity, plus your proficiency, plus a sharpened blade and focused aim, you can add +20 to an attack roll if you really need to hit something. and with smites, you only need one attack to count for a lot of damage.

Cons:

your multiclassing doesn’t quite work together at points. for example, you can’t use blessing of the forge on your own weapon for a consistent boost if you plan on using Sharpen the Blade on it at all that day. also, the forge cleric’s heavy armor stuff just doesn’t work at all, which stinks.

kensei monks don’t use Ki quite as fast as most others, but they still burn it nonetheless. sharpening the blade all the way will cut your ki pool by 25%, all for one fight. fortunately, clerics have cool stuff to use their bonus action on beyond just flurries of blows, so it’s not all bad.

you have low charisma, so you might have trouble getting your money’s worth out of your swords if you plan on selling them yourself. maybe hang out with a bard or something. oh wait, is that why you switched to Guda’s side?

#fgo #fate grand order #D&D 5e #dnd #senji muramasa #monk #cleric

[steampaul]

i've started a little series of weekly posts documenting every MoC i made (digitally) over the last few years:

Week 9: 2022

some old MoCs returning, lego art, 90th anniversary toa team, video game stuff and more Rock Raiders (yay)

this one will be the penultimate week.

remember back in week 2 (2018) where i tested out the differences in rendering between stud.io 1 and 2? i tested out the mecabricks extention for Blender to render some digital bricks.

this took way too long to setup and render, so i decided to not use blender for rendering after that (escpecially after the win11 updated fucked with my graphics card)

another mandalorian s2 set MoC. din djarins N1 starfighter, based on the last N1 set we had back in 2015. i think these proportions aren't good, but a bit better than the official set. (its still too big though)

the Horizon: forbidden west set was also teased/revealed around that time, so i decided to make a diorama with just the watcher (and one with a corrupted one) that would be a bit more managable in both cost and size than the tallneck.

i still got the tallneck, becauce those robot dinos are cool as hell and i want to support video game based sets, even though i am a big supporter of the concept that LEGO should make more original themes instead of big and expensive licensed sets (like rivendell....)

some greebles inspired by the ones on the Icons (formerly master builder) "theme" of sets, also my header image for tumblr.

back in 2017 (week one) i made The Slugcat Portrait mosaic, and i decided in 2022 that i would remake it to be more in line with the way i would built with bricks at that time. i think i improved wuite a bit.

i like the 90 years of play tahu, even if his design was considered to be controversial, so i decided to make the full 2001 set lineup for bionicle. i think they turned out pretty good, but i find it a bit annoying that the maccaroni piece does not exist in tan or medium blue (a dicontinued colour)

anyone remeber Valley? the momentum-based FPS platformer? no? it wasn't really mind-blowing, but i still enjoyed the movement and flow of the game. i also always wanted to try out the Legoland Miniland style of character building. this was the perfect opportunity to combine both of these things.

i think the proportions might be a bit off, but i still like this little desk friend

someone asked me on twitter to send them the instructions for my marble machine MoC (as seen in week 7), but i didn't want to give them such and outdated build, so i re-designed it to be more up to date.

they ended up giving me about 14 $ for these instructions, which made me pretty happy.

i tried to make a micro-scale version of the exo-force set 7701 Grand Titan. i really dislike the way this one turned out.

Lego Ideas had yet another contest. this one was about designing a poster for the then new 21334 Jazz Quartet. i called this one "Golden Sounds" and it is the first mosaic-type MoC that i made where i first sketched it out to kinda figure out how i wanted it to look.

i like the way this one turned out, but i think i should've built it in such a way that the colours in the background wouldn't be as dim.

remember last week when i said i wanted to make more Rock raiders MoCs? turns out i did. a lot too.

this VTOL-style transport vehicle was kinda inspired by those industrial transport helicopters and was supposed to be some sort of reimagining of 4980 tunnel transport. i think it's a bit too clunky and a bit too skinny at the same time. not my favourite.

also there's a modular open container (is that what they're called?) that can be fixed under the vehicle. (as well as the room container that you'll see next)

Modular bases are so cool you guys. this one is inspired by 4990 Rock Raiders HQ and those big old moving platforms Nasa uses. it could be controlled with a motor, has a removable cockpit (with an access hatch) and the platform has a lot of room for modules. like the crystal refinery, the room container, the high platforms, the crane and the crane attachment holder.

here are a few variants for the room container: an artifact storage with workbench, a small break room and a laboratory. i like those and i might do more in some time in the future. idk yet.

my take on the rock monsters. some crystal infested/energized Fauna.

first some bipedal designs (the left one is a modded version of a deviant form an eternals sets) that could be more agressive carnivore types.

in the middle are some quadrupedal guys that could be a bit less agressive and even friendly. Left is a modded version of my SCP 860 creature from week 4 (which was based on either an legendary beast from Chima or a dragon from elves) and the right one is a recolour from the fluffy-tailed Hog from my satisfactory series from week 3

and lastly, some insectoid designs, a kind of beetly creature and two ants, one of them with wings. these could be some sort of neutral (like in minecraft) swarm that might be a problem for buildings and cocky miners.

this is probably my favourite of my Rock Raiders Builds from 2022. it's 4920 rapid rider built with modern pieces that has been overtaken by the energy crytals. it can be fully freed from crystal and reassebled, which is nice.

we'll see another rapid rider next week...

first week last week final week

#lego #lego moc #lego minecraft #the mandalorian #horizon zero dawn #rain world #valley #wintergatan #marble machine #exo-force #lego jazz quartet #90th anniversary tahu #rock raiders

[ga-wsc-fmp]

Reviewing past projects - Airships 'N' Aliens

Airships 'N' Aliens was the 3rd project I worked on and I'm super happy with how it turned out. It was created to be an arcade game so I had the challenge of making the game work with a limited controller. Notably, the controller only had 1 joystick. This posed quite the challenge later down the line once I decided to make the jump from 2D to 3D, though I'm getting ahead of myself so let's start from the beginning.

Originally, Airships 'N Aliens was planned to be a top-down 2D game in which the player would control a little pirate guy on a flying pirate ship, and would have to run between cannons to shoot UFOs. Each cannon would have a different type of ammunition that was effective against a different type of UFO each. There would be 3 waves increasing in difficulty each time, and then a final boss wave afterwards with some kind of giant ship that you had to utilise each cannon for (perhaps weak points would appear associated with a certain cannon?) I didn't end up developing the idea for the boss very much though, it was more of an afterthought.

Work started off pretty slow, I'd made a single untextured platform the player spawned on, and I set the camera into a fixed top-down position. I had also created a couple basic sprites for the pirate the player would control, and had created a second sprite as I decided I wanted to try to incorporate a 2-player mode (this didn't end uo happening).

After creating these sprites, I struggled to decide whether to animate them at the time, or to first create a sprite for the ship itself. I decided on the ship and started looking at reference images but then multiple thoughts entered my mind;

"I shouldn't be creating assets this early."

"Do I even know what style I want to go with?"

"Is top-down even a good idea?"

"I should really develop some basic gameplay first."

"I really don't like 2D stuff in UE5, should I switch to 3D?"

Eventually, after that last question I considered my options and decided yes, I should go 3D. Working with 2D in UE5 isn't impossible (after all, my first game was a 2D platformer made in UE5), however it is pretty tedious as UE5 is a 3D engine at heart and you have to take extra things into account if you want to make it pretend to be 2D. I wasn't willing to do all that and decided to instead go from a top-down 2D game to a first-person 3D game.

I really embraced the Voxel-art style for Airships 'N Aliens after going to 3D. I created everything out of Voxels except for the sky itself which is just the default UE5 sky with some modified attributes (moved the clouds lower down & made them larger). I also moved from MagicaVoxel over to Blockbench as one of my friends suggested. Blockbench is often viewed as being designed for Minecraft, and to an extent that is true, however whilst Minecraft support is heavily advertised and used as some of the default templates, Blockbench is also capable of just being a really solid voxel modelling program without having to care about Minecraft stuff. So that's what I used going forwards and what I still use now for any voxel stuff.

The first big obstacle from the switch to 3D was the controls, specifically movement and camera. As I mentioned earlier, these arcade machines only have a single joystick, so how could I possibly make it so the player can look around AND walk around? Perhaps I could make a button toggle between moving and looking? Or maybe I could have it so you move with the joystick and can turn 90 degrees with a button? None of those felt very natural though. Then I turned to somewhere rather unexpected, DOOM. Yes, that DOOM, the big bloody demonic game in hell with the cool music. You see, old DOOM games worked very similarly to what I was doing here, in that movement and turning are kind of tied together. This led me to replicating this style and having it so the player cannot look up or down (thankfully, there's no need to... is there?) and instead up/down would move the player forwards/backwards, and right/left would rotate the player clockwise or anticlockwise respectively.

The cannons... oh boy the cannons. These damn things took up the vast majority of development time on this project. It took so many attempts to get them to work as intended and that's not to mention that I very much did in fact need to let the player loop up and down in order to aim the cannons properly. Thankfully this was actually one of the simpler issues to sort out, I ended up making it so when the player uses a cannon, they actually "possess" it, which then means the player's controls change to match whatever controls the cannon itself has. So I basically just made it so the cannon has different rules to the player, in simple terms, the cannon could turn but not move.

If I were to explain every single issue i had with the cannons this post would be longer than the damn bible, so i'll just say there were plenty of them, and if you want to see some of the more prevelent ones and see how it progressed, it's all availiable on my blog for Airships 'N' Aliens here:

Alright time to evaluate some of the strengths and weaknesses from this project.

Strengths: - Developed skills in UE5 - Voxel Models - Kept ideas realistic - Problem solving skills - Knew how to deal with a drastic change in direction - Learned some of UE5's Niagara System - Created a finished game I was happy with - Worked around controller limitations well - Gained lots of feedback to work on - Learned how to play videos on UI Widgets - Used prior skills in Davinci Resolve to edit a video for the main menu

Weaknesses: - Slow start - Cut a few corners - Didn't get round to adding a high-score that saves - Didn't get round to adding 2-player mode - Moving around & having multiple cannons ended up being pointless as a result of not getting round to adding multiplayer & different ammunition types

#gamedev #video games #unreal engine #devlog #3d game #game design #game development #voxel #reflection #videogame #Youtube

[starkiller-009]

Hello!! I love love love your arts. I feel like a lot of them have a sense of 'movement' which contrasts a lot of very polished artworks.

I love works with meticulously planned composition, layers, highlights, etc. I love works with a certain kind of loose yet purposeful application of value and colors. (The Two Cakes thing in the fandom). And I noticed that your arts belong to the latter category which I can rarely find!

If you don't mind me asking, do you have any artists or artworks that you're heavily inspired from? Do you draw on a pen-tablet, IPad, or other media? What application are you using? I feel like three questions are already too much for one ask so you don't need to answer them if you don't want to. I enjoy scrolling through your blog either way!

Hiiiiiiiiii dear anon!!! thank you soo much for sending this message! it made my day 🧡🧡🧡 Loose but thoughtful art is what im striving for so its really make me happy to hear that i have some success in that Answering your question i draw using some cheap old model of genius pen-tablet. Bought it 10 years ago as my first device. Still running. Heard a lot of shitty comments about quality of genius tablets at that time, but even more only about Wacom in recent years i think (fuck them. Wtf with pen's tips that are constanty erasing. For who this product is made for. Ew). as for the apps, i use clip paint studio, for studies - heavypaint (great thing). There are AMAZING artists on tumblr who inspire me heavily with their works. like. i follow ~400 ppl here. because i like to stare at art. so. im gonna talk about my favorites! @crowthis - king. queen. i dont know the pronounces sorry. they draw magnificent things i love their style SO much, its such an inspiration. sometimes i just visit their blog to go through art tag and experience all that beauty. (half of their wrks i have downloaded on my desktop) It's loose, quite 'chaotic', but SO atmospheric. The mood, composition, texture, everything. Themes. I like black and white drawings as much as the ones with colours, it so bright and blatant\bold in a way, but it works perfectly, it gives your the right sense of the work. Even tho usually i prefer more calm colours, it makes me go 'wow!' And their works looks really simple and intuitive but as an artist you know that haha no its fcking hard to do things like that. it takes skill and knowledge. loose work is tricky

@frozensoba - idk how much time i could stare at their recent fish drawings like jesus christ. i wish i could do that. i want to be able to do that. my ass is ready to work every time i see it and drawings like these really inspire me to draw simple things and non-humans bc i feel like you can draw beautifully everything that exists. you just need to know how. Colours, texture, rhytm, lines... everything on its place. I love colours especially. Its very gentle kind of harmony going on there, and the palette is huge, intricate.

@nerdyhideoutphilosopher-2 - going crazy over their works. honesty dont know what to say. go look and see. unique voice Artists id like to mention as well: @dynasoar5 - i mean. just go and look at that. i love how loose and messy kind of rendering is but it looks amazing. and overall. simply amazing drawings fuck yes @jadenvargen - just go and look at his works. i see no point in talking. simply beautiful. looks easy but also hard as fuck. the colours are so bright and rich and very bold but somehow everything is right on its place. it leads you where it should. just wow. the skill i respect @snippit-crickit - once again. beautiful. i really love their studies and how they render things, the colours. @sen-art-acc - LINE WORK. LINE WORK. go check it out. LINE WORK!!!! and i simply like how tidy and clean the drawings look like with colours. i cant do stuff like this. i have zero patience to be this accurate and precise. Also if you love loose artwork i should recommend you those artists for sure @shican, @dude-standin i love as well @wuntrum and @cordspaghetti works a lot. I followed both of them because mcr fanart i guess? tho never was into mcr and stayed for the drawings alone Also, if we're speaking about more "pro" (dont like this term either, forgive me) kind of artists i have some huge inspirations as well (tho my art not in any way reminds of them im afraid lmao. but i hope maybe in ten or ok 30 years or more ill be somewhere). There are a ton of artists i like, but its for another post i guess. To much talk. So here we go Sergio Toppi - he's an amazing at working with lines and composition. I have his comic books on my bookshelf. I open it everytime i want to get energy to draw. You cant look at his drawings and NOT to get inspired. He's incredible. The rhytm, the shapes... damn. i can look at his drawings for hours. And he was the main inspiration to work with lines and composition more, to play with it more. I dont have a lot of line-work on this acc (last quiobi drawing, some year\two-old dghda drawings, eugene one) but i actually exercise it a lot. Lines are extremely powerful tool. And as for composition... The shapes, negative spaces, love it. And he's extremely good at working with colour too.

Francis Vallejo - he's illustrations are so good... he's incredible with composition and rhytm his drawings have. Negative spaces, one again.

Anders Zorn - i adore his black and white graphic drawings. Angles, framing, line work. Spent a lot of time looking at his works. Cant get enough of it. The way he draws people, the plot, themes. What he chooses to portray, the way people look, what they do. There is such a special mood to his drawings, there is something extremely psychological about it, isn't there? he's a master im mesmerized by

Bernie Fuchs - composition, rhytm, once again. I love it when you want to look at something for more then 2 seconds, because the rhytm of the drawings leads you into different places and opens its plot in parts. No matter where you look u'll find something interesting and even though there is lot of going on its still not a mess and looks and feels fucking awesome. And i love his colour palettes too. He's very good at setting the mood (check out his less commercial works)

As for the colour here's a few i love. (Though they're still extremely good with everything else)

Hovsep Pushman - the man is a mystery. His work with colours, light and texture is beyond me. Also it has disco elysium vibe to it. I dream of being capable of something like this when im sixty or so (im not gonna be)

Mead Schaeffer - simple but powerful. Looking at his works like eating a tasty ice cream.

same goes to Dean Cornwell - though its a bit more complex, his composing. You need to pay more attention

I'd like to mention one other artist - Jamie Wyeth. his works are something else entirely, i dream of drawing like this one day. Loosiness, themes, mood. Ill probably cry if i see those ones in real life one day, somehow special to my heart, relates

He has these series - "Seven deadly sins". Ive been in love for some time

As for the inspiration drawings on itself - thinking about it im coming back to dragon age tarot cards. Not all of them, but i still go 'jesus i want to draw like this' at some, through years. This one especially.

Soooo Thats it i guess! I mean. I love to talk and talk about art especially. I probably could write ten more posts like this no problem. I actually heavily into landscape painters since... Well. Nature. Ice, oceans, sky. I sadly havent really tried to get into the genre myself, i do not draw lots of backgrounds as you can see. Should work on this probably, life's short. But im always happy to share my fav artists! So hit me up whenever. dm or send an ask! And a beautiful work for the ending

#ask

[plutodile]

the splatoon miku has been gettin a bit of attention recently and ive really really appreciated seeing peoples comments on my art progression :D sometimes i think people get a bit scared to make comments on like, what could be improved in someones art and i get why because it is very hard to deliver that information without sounding like an asshole. but i think having all these little notes and comments saying what they prefer in the old art and what they like from the new art makes me very happy and feel justified because i basically agree with all of that stuff. i am very excited to do the miku this year but i have to wait until october/november 😔 but that is not stopping me from starting it now hohoho

funny concept sketch for the lady that i will hold off on finishing until at least october

notes

- lightly resdesigned her head area. i made her bangs closer to actual mikus design i truly do not know why i didnt do that at all in the last 3 years of mikuing. i really like the small tentacles behind her neck heheh miku has hair there in her normal design and so do most inklings so i have no idea why i never added them! but they are extremely cute and really balance her whole head area. makes it feel slightly less top-heavy

- i allowed her to have her headphones this year, i was excluding them previous years because i wanted to show off her inkling ears so you know shes an inkling?? which, in retrospect, a bit silly, i feel like there are other more... teal-coloured signifiers she might be an inkling 

- i kindof tried this a little bit in 2021 but i redesigned her eyes again to resemble actual mikus eye shape. and i realized. why the hell was i giving her eyelashes she literally doesnt have those. PLUCKED out those singular eyelashes eating them as a snack

- major point. a LOOOT of people mentioned mikus pose in 2021 and yeah totally i prefer both previous poses. i want her to be more action-y to fit into splatoon

- i made her anatomy/ physique more child-like. it wasnt really an issue in 2019-2020 but it kinda bothers me how adult she looks in 2021 i have absolutely no idea how that happened. miku isnt built like that and neither are most inklings (nothing Wrong with someone being built like that but i dont want anyone getting the wrong impression of me 😔 and again i just want it to fit into splatoon) 

- people have mentioned the first one being more splatoon-like because of the head to body ratio which i completely understand but i just prefer drawing them more human shaped lol. any time i go to draw them splatoon-chibified i instantly remember the sunken scrolls that kindof imply they’re more human proportioned in reality. but reguardless i still think she looks very splatoony this year 

- i should probably make the big tentacles more flowey to imply movement in dis pose it looks a bit like shes been holding that pose for a couple seconds

- for some reason her tentacles have been becoming shorter and shorter every year

- i like how sweet her eyes look in this one i feel safe with this miku

ok wait taiko break the urge is here

the day i get  100% good is the day i delete my account and dedicate my life to getting so good at taiko

#wawa art #2022 #i guess #splatoon

[circa-specturgia]

(let's pretend I sent you this on Saturday)

HAPPY STORY TELLER SATURDAY--//

Do you have any piccrews/ art of your main characters? If not, then any faceclaims or visual representations that can help us in your fandom visualize them? O:

@bloodlessheirbyjacques

AAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Hey @bloodlessheirbyjacques! Thank you so much for this ask!!! ✨ I’ll try not to geek out about any of my characters too much and stick to just their design, for now!

This might take me a while so I advance I apologize if this is answered really late after this was sent in!

While I don’t have any picrews or faceclaims of my main characters, I do have a bunch of art that I feel represents them pretty well! (I’ve drawn nearly all of them at least once, but, in all honesty I feel like I haven’t been able to capture them in any of the attempts and so I’ll mainly use the art I’ve found!) And I have way more than just 10 cause, well, I gotta get the vibe right, but the Hellsite won’t let me post more than that so, eh, maybe another time! Added some songs in there too

Onto the bastards and beloveds!

Cas

The MC of my main WIP! 19, Bisexual, tall, messy hair. Eyes dark and not so much piercing as they are deep, pulling you in as opposed to shooting through you. Lots of layers, sweaters, robes, uniforms, all sorts, usually darker colors, burgundy, not red. Dark academia mixed with dark cottagecore. Arsonists Lullaby - Hozier

Ciro

Notes: First and foremost with this one, thanks again to @muddshadow for the fantastic depiction of my boy! Go check out their art and blog, it’s some great stuff!

An Æris/Winged, a race of humanoids possessing wings and in some cases taloned and scaled feet and hands. 22, very tall, kind and open, flowing robes/loose linen clothes, gentle winds and ocean breezes, silver on light blue. Movement - Hozier and Moderation - Florence + the Machine.

Alix

Recently thinking about making them Non-binary, on top of being aro-ace. Anxious, not very social, observant and observing. Purple eyes, like their mother, and an unwavering moral compass. Old paper on a dark wooden desk, bronze and silver, telescopes and metal tools, sketchbooks, pencils and dark ink.

Cyril

A Jin, (think Tieflings in DnD). Buttoned shirts, vests, ornate jackets in all shades. Golden-rimmed glasses. A mentor figure, around 40-50 or so but Jins age slower/weird, has a tail and horns, and slit pupils, along with several piercings, a university professor and military general. Messy past. Old and new books, theory and practice, lots of training and ungodly hours. Blood in the sand, burning passion. I am Defiant - The Siege and Would That I - Hozier

Adira

Cold, timeless marble, black ink on steel, stormy gray eyes and a presence that commands respect. Same age as Cyril, is an Alf, so, also ages slower. Stubborn, but cautious, believes firmly in learning through experience and with a callous but often necessary realistic view on most situations. Could snap a man in half. Could snap anyone in half for that matter. Castle - Halsey and Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene - Hozier

Tamara

Working on her engineering degree, brilliant mind, witty intelligent, tinkering and designing, sketchbooks usually filled with blueprints and notes on machines and mechanisms, calculations etc, with a personally created organization that nobody but her understands. Alix’s sister, hence the purple eyes. Metalworking, workshops and forges, staying up late lost in time, and a killer shot with a rifle.

I haven’t ever really tried to describe them or summarize them quickly, and while I don’t know if this is quite right for all of them, I’m still working them out as I’ve recently decided to throw about 20k written words and 50k planned out the window, and try and start from the top on everything, so this was a really welcome chance to come back to my characters and give them some thought! Thank you for the ask and the opportunity! ✨✨

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #circa specturgia #wip.circa specturgia #writing community #my ocs #wtwcommunity

[tcthinecwnself-a]

Migrating some of my Dean headcanons I’ve made on discord over here. Lots under the cut!

Dean has only been in Rockwell for a few months. He’s still a stranger to many people, apart from the few fishermen & farmers that buy from his scrapyard.

His scrapyard used to be an air force base during WW1. It was repurposed into a junkard after the army moved. Dean backpacked from state to state and eventually landed in Rockwell. And when he laid eyes on the junkard, he knew it was perfect for his art! 

With what little money he had over, he bought the junkyard. He's still trying to make a solid, recognizable business. He painted his own sign over an old movie poster billboard and makes his own car decals. He's trying to get his number in the yellow pages, but opts to put his own poster on the town hall pinboard in the meantime

Post-movie, Dean has a pittbull named Minnie, after Minnie the Moocher. He adopted her when he was commissioned to make a statue for an out of state animal shelter.

Rockwell doesn’t have an art supplies store, so Dean gets most of his non-metal materials from art magazines & catalogues.

He loves movie-musicals. Definitely has a crush on Danny Kaye.

Dean grew up in Louisiana with not a lot to his name. His mother is black and his father is white, which caused him a lot of problems. He’s extremely happy to own his own business. After growing up looking at all those fancy mansions around town, he really views the junkyard as his own personal mansion.

Doesn’t need to draw attention to himself that often. He doesn’t actively start conversations. Any conversation he has is usually started by someone else unless he’s feeling brave.

He’s got lots of junk from his yard. When Dean moved in some of his stuff was from his house & college years. Everything else is stuff he found at the thrift store or around the junkyard. He keeps anything that catches his eye and puts it on display in his home.

Many of his books are well read. Dog eared pages, highlights of phrases or sentences he likes. Writes his own cliff notes in the margins

With how prepared he was with that crowbar, Dean has had to fight off a lot of teenagers stealing scrap and destroying his art that’s left outside.

dean picks up abandoned photographs of people from the junkyard. he thinks it's sad that some people have been "abandoned" and "thrown away". so he takes them and sets them up in his house. he'll even think up elaborate stories for them in his head.

dean thrifts most of his clothes

Dean can play lots of instruments; guitar, trumpet, saxophone, trombone, and even the piano.

Dean is big on the Beatnik queer movement. Being bisexual himself, Dean is very confident in who he is and what he believes in. “By night known as ...” He was often in charge of hiding his friends and protecting anyone who needed protecting from the authorities.

#Dean | headcanons |

[popentertainmentconcertreviews]

Roxy Music – TD Pavilion at The Mann – Philadelphia, PA – September 15, 2022

“It was fun for a while…”

Roxy Music touched down in Philadelphia for their first tour in 11 years, celebrating the band’s 50th Anniversary in their own inimitable style.

Touring for the first time since getting inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, the legendary band, who arguably were one of the architects of the 80s new wave movement, made it feel like they had not been apart for a moment, even though they have only toured together twice since the band broke up after touring for their last studio album Avalon in 1982. (The group members did a bit of recording during their first reunion in 2007, but none of those songs have ever been officially released.)

This was the fourth show in a ten-date trek across the US (with one show in Canada). Four of the members of Roxy’s classic lineup were present and accounted for – singer and keyboardist Bryan Ferry, guitarist Phil Manzanera, saxophonist Andy Mackay and drummer Paul Thompson. (Original guitarist Brian Eno left the band after their third album to become a solo artist and producer, although he is still close with the band and did contribute to their 2007 reunion. Eno was replaced by Eddie Jobson for the rest of the band’s original run.)

While the band was always bigger in their native Europe than in the US – they only had one top forty hit single here, the dance classic “Love is the Drug” in 1975 – their influence was massive. And over the years some of their other songs have become well known standards even if they weren’t exactly huge hits at the time of their release, like “Dance Away,” “Oh Yeah,” “Avalon” and “More Than This” – all of which were played.

The band veered greatly over their decade-long recording history from the futuristic space glam rock of the early days (much of that was Eno’s influence) to the soulful sophistication of the later works when Ferry had taken the reins. In the anniversary concert, while they did cover all aspects of the Roxy songbook, the tendency was to cover the later stuff. In fact, some of the quirkier early singles like “Pyjamarama” and “Virginia Plain” were overlooked here in favor of the smoother and more traditionally tuneful Roxy tracks.

Which is not to say that the band played it safe. In fact, they opened up with a churning version of “Re-Make/Re-Model” which played well into the band’s more experimental art school roots. (Ferry was teaching at an art school when he formed the band.)

In fact that artistry was on full display with the stage setup, with three huge parallel video screens stringing together a series of visuals and swirling colors and shapes which almost even distracted from the people on the stage. However, it should be no surprise that these art school vets know how to make a visual impression.

However, the music was what really drove the impressions. Ferry is still a smart and stylish (he still dresses to kill) front man and his vocals, if not quite as nuanced as in his prime, still stun. He also was more than happy to share the spotlight. Manzanera’s guitar solo in “In Every Dream Home a Heartache” was about to light the night on fire. That song was followed up by the sweet instrumental “Tara,” which highlighted Mackay’s sensitive sax playing. Also, beyond the original members, Roxy brought on a whole battery of touring musicians, additional guitarists, keyboard players, brass players, drummers a bassist and backing vocalists.

The set ran through band favorites and album tracks. From the gorgeous bossa nova sway of the nostalgic singles “Oh Yeah” and “Dance Away” to the mysticism of if there is something to the rushing tunefulness of “Editions of You,” the songs flowed easily from one to another. Then towards the end the hits came out, with the throbbing intensity of “Same Old Scene” to the sweet romantic longing of “More Than This” and the drop-dead gorgeous romanticism of “Avalon” and the still playful “Love Is the Drug.”

Roxy’s set closed out with an encore that started with the purposely ridiculous lyrics of the band’s tongue-in-cheek early dance anthem “Do the Strand.” (“Rhododendron is a nice flower… but it can’t beat Strand power.”) Then Ferry and the band slowed things down for their gorgeous cover of the John Lennon album track “Jealous Guy” – which they had originally recorded soon after the former Beatle was shot down outside his exclusive New York City apartment house in late 1980.

Opening act St. Vincent made a refreshing counterpoint to Roxy Music, a singer who was obviously inspired by the band’s musical complexity but bringing her own cheeky modern counterpoint to the stage. She did a swift and adventurous run through of some of her faves, including “Digital Witness,” “Los Ageless,” “Fast Slow Disco,” “New York” and “Pay Your Way in Pain.”

And then, at 11:00 – way too soon – it was all over. But as the song says, it was fun for a while…, like a dream in the night. Will Roxy Music ever play in the US again after this tour? There’s no way of knowing. So I’m glad I got to experience it while I could. Right now, there’s nothing more than this.

Jay S. Jacobs

Copyright ©2022 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: September 18, 2022.

Photos by Jim Rinaldi © 2022. All rights reserved.

#Roxy Music #St. Vincent #2022 #Concert Reviews #The Mann Center #Philadelphia #Jay S. Jacobs #Jim Rinaldi

[lonely-lost-soul]

Little Hope

(Platonic SBI Famliy x child reader)

Request 6: An imagine or Drabble about sbi family x reader where the reader is the newest adoptee to the family and it turns out they sleepwalk! They do random things like moving stuff around, talking to empty air, and can sometimes end up waking up nowhere near their bed. Just harmless shenanigans that might be spooky at first but are ultimately funny and endearing in a way. 

Requested By: @0melodydrifter0​ 

When Phil brought home a little girl wrapped in a blanket Wilbur was pissed, another child his father had adopted that Phil couldn’t take care of, another child that would end up being his and Techno’s duty to raise. However, something was different in his father’s eyes as he held the young girl close to his chest, 

     “Dad?” Wilbur murmured an eyebrow raised suspiciously high on his head, “What’s that?” He watched his father wince a little cradling the toddler closer to him, 

     “Wilbur...this is (Y/n). She’s going to be your new little sister.” Wilbur grits his teeth and felt rage flood through his veins again, not at the little one, no he couldn’t blame the child for his father’s savior complex. “An old friend of mine village was raided, he asked for my help but by the time I got there everyone was dead, everyone except her.” Phil moved some stray hair out from the kid’s eyes, “I couldn’t leave her for dead Wilbur.” Wilbur’s face softened a little bit, now wasn’t the time to argue with his father, especially since he had just lost a friend. 

      “Could I...see her?” He asked hesitantly as Phil knelt down beside one of his eldest, Wilbur noted the girl had flecks of (h/c) hair on her forehead, her face was covered in soot and ash, he noted she had the brightest (e/c) eyes he’s ever seen. She was quiet, very different from Tommy already, she reached up and touched the side of Wilbur’s cheek with a pudgy hand. The boy was done for after that, vowing up and down that he’d be the best big brother in the world to her even if it killed him. 

Much better than Tommy and Techno too. 

Speaking of the first time Tommy and Techno met you it was quite the experience. Tommy basked in the fact of no longer being the youngest member of the family and Techno was quick to remind him the being the middle child was far worse. Tommy had called him a bitch and Phil told him not to curse in front of his sister which he huffed at, swearing to Phil that her first word would be fuck. 

He got hit on the back of his head for that comment. 

Technoblade was indifferent about that situation, saying orphans were cringe and that you smelled bad, Wilbur was okay with both of these outcomes. As he stated earlier he was going to be the favorite brother whether you knew it or not.

By the time you were ten years old Wilbur’s wish had come true, you stuck by his side and were a quiet staple in his life. He also spoiled you rotten, he made you songs and snuck you cookies when Phil wasn’t looking, he’d do anything to see that smile a smile on your face. However, much to his displeasure it seemed that both Technoblade and Tommy were encroaching on his little happy bubble with his sister. 

It started with Technoblade, he noticed you following him around more often than not. At first, the hybrid was annoyed, he’d lock you out of his room and force you away by threatening to cut off your fingers if you didn’t leave him alone. However, that only made you cry and it made Techno panic if Phil heard you crying he’d be a dead man, and if Wilbur heard he’d be double dead. He began to try to hush you frantically, you didn’t calm down until he stated he would hang out with you a little longer. It shut you up immediately, oh you were a sneaky little shit, he could respect that. He decided he read to you if that was alright, you nodded eagerly, and he carried you into his room. You were a kid of few words and Technoblade could respect that, he pulled out a story about some of the ancient Greek Gods and Goddesses. Figuring the Art of War was probably too much for a ten-year-old, surprisingly he enjoyed himself. You were eager to learn and enjoyed the stories way more than he thought you would, okay maybe you bonded just a little. He had taken to calling you Moirai the greek goddess of destiny, not only that but Technoblade had started bringing you gifts from his adventures, something he never did for anyone else.

Therefore Wilbur was feeling VERY threatened and Technoblade LOVED it. 

However, while the both of them were having their little pissing contest they didn’t notice their younger brother swooping in to join the fight for your attention. As the eldest were at war with themselves, Tommy had taken to sneaking you out of the house to cause trouble by his side. After all, no sister of his was going to be boring like Wilbur and Technoblade, she was going to be as awesome as he was if he had anything to say about it. So when he snuck you out one night against their wishes when they were too busy to notice he decided to take full advantage of that opportunity. He adored hearing your enthusiastic giggles as he tore through the forest with you on his shoulders. 

You were typically a very quiet child, so to hear you laugh because of him made Tommy preen with delight. Your fingers were twisted in his blonde locks as you steered him like a horse, it hurt like hell but so long as it kept you steady he really didn’t mind. 

The joy didn’t last long because Wilbur and Technoblade had found them not soon after he escaped their clutches. Techno plucked you off his shoulders and held you in his arms, you let out a little whine of disappointment and Tommy frowned,

     “Oh come on Technoblade don’t be an asshole!” 

     “Don’t curse in front of (Y/n), Tommy.” Wilbur hissed hitting him on the back of his head, “you can’t just run off with her it’s dangerous!”

     “I can protect her just fine you bitch!” 

     “Oh please, you can barely protect yourself.” Technoblade scoffed as you began to play with his pink hair, hating the tense atmosphere. Tommy snarled at his brother and moved to punch him in the chest but Techno was quick to sidestep them, “nice one genius.” 

     “FUCK OFF!”

You let out a displeased whine and covered your ears at the volume Tommy shouted, 

      “Shut up Tommy,” Wilbur hissed “You’re way too loud and you’re upsetting her.”

     “WE WERE HAVING A LOVELY TIME UNTIL YOU FUCKERS RUINED IT!” 

     “Tom-Tom please shush,” You pressed a finger to your mouth in distress, mimicking a hushing movement. His face faltered, his voice lowering in volume as he apologized softly towards you. “Thank you,” a big smile spread across your lips, and all three brothers visibly relaxed.

     “Alright little one,” Wilbur spoke tenderly running a hand through your hair his heart-melting a little as you nuzzled against it. “Let’s get you home, it’s way past your bedtime.” You groaned in distaste falling against Techno’s shoulder with a soft thud, the man chuckled softly as all three brothers walked back home. 

It was about two months after that when your happy facade came crashing down around you, it had been a particularly rough day. Everyone seemed to be busy with one thing or another and you were left to your own devices and thoughts. They all came rushing back to you, the memories of the day your village got raided and your bio parents passed away. Wilbur was the first to notice something was wrong and had asked Phil to check up on you, so when Phil finally got around to ask what was wrong you burst into tears. That’s when they discovered you apparently remembered more of the incident than you let on. It broke their hearts to see you so upset over something you had no control over, but like everyone else in their family of misfits, you blamed yourself for simply surviving the tragedy. 

They had made sure to coddle you the rest of the day, Technoblade had made sure to make you your favorite food for dinner. Phil and Wilbur tried to keep you busy with music and potion brewing and Tommy played some discs to help you fall asleep. You did so smiling and his heart soared, point to Tommy for getting you to fall asleep with a smile. 

Your found family had gathered that night to discuss what they should do with you moving forward. Phil had declared they all do their best to keep you distracted the next few days, preferably in shifts if that was needed. Wilbur offered to spend the morning with you, he wanted to visit Niki and Sally and both of them loved you if anyone would cheer you up they would. Tommy offered the afternoon and he could bring Tubbo over and you all could play soldiers, Techno said he’d handle the nights with Phil. 

Everyone settled into bed to get a much-needed rest, out of all the brothers Technoblade was the lightest sleeper. So when he woke up in a cold sweat with you standing over his bed he almost shit himself. You had a glassy look in your (e/c) eyes, 

     “(Y/n)? What are you doing? Do you know how late it is?” Technoblade scolded reaching out to grab his glasses, you didn’t respond to him which made his nose scrunch up. “Did you have a nightmare?” His voice got quieter as he reached out to cup your cheek, still no response from you. “Kid?” He sat up as you turned away from him to wander back out the door, “what just happened?” He murmured scratching under his chin, he’d have to bring this up tomorrow. 

Wilbur was concerned and immediately wanted to seek a doctor, especially because you had no remembrance of the event. Phil ran a hand through his hair in thought, “could it be sleepwalking?” 

     “(Y/n)’s too cool to sleepwalk. What the fuck do you mean?” Tommy scoffed and you frowned eyebrows furrowing together. 

     “Well it makes sense, doesn’t it? She doesn’t remember walking around but it clearly happened. Hopefully, it was only a one-off occurrence and she’ll never do it again.”

      “Is it bad if I do?” You whispered shuffling on your feet suddenly self-conscious, “Tommy doesn’t seem to think it’s good.” They all glared at the teenager who winced and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Phil knelt down in front of you and cupped your cheeks with his hands, 

     “It’s not bad. We just have to take some extra precautions for you is all, it’s perfectly normal especially after the trauma you went through.” You bit your lip and nodded within his hands, “Tommy’s an idiot-”

      “Hey!-

      “That doesn’t make you any less of a person and it doesn’t make you any more abnormal either,” Phil assured as Techno began snickering behind him, he turned his head to shoot him a look.

     “What? It’s just funny assuring her she’s normal when no one in this house is normal.” Technoblade waved his hand, “we’re all a bunch of misfits- don’t give me that look you know it’s true. Half of us are hybrids and the other half are gremlins,” He motioned to Tommy again who made an indigent sound tired of being the butt of everyone’s teasing. “So she’s never gonna be normal, but she’s always gonna be one of us and we’ll kill anyone who even thinks about teasing her.” 

Phil smiled sheepishly sweat gathering on his brow, “Let’s not kill anyone Techno at least not now. Especially if they’re children.”

     “Now, now dad, Technoblade has a point.”

     “Wilbur.” Phil scolded as Tommy’s face lit up, 

     “Can I punch a child?” You burst into laughter at Phil’s horrified expression, 

     “No Tommy. No, you cannot!” 

     “It’s okay papa I give them explicit permission to beat anyone up who fucks with me!” You shouted and Tommy’s face once again lit up, he grabbed you out of Phil’s arms and held you close. 

     “You said Fuck! I’m so proud I’m teaching you so well!” He spun you around only causing you to laugh harder as the older members of your family glared at Tommy, “Now say it again!”

Wilbur plucked you from Tommy’s arms glaring at his brother, “No. No, she won’t say it again. That’s a bad word you can’t say it till you’re older.” A pout settled on your lips as you crossed your arms in frustration. 

     “But Tommy gets to say it all the time.” 

     “And he’s older.” Phil let out a chuckle at Wilbur's response watching you slump forward with a loud groan of absolute torment. 

You didn’t sleepwalk again until a few months later, everyone had relatively assumed it was a one-off occurrence and their watchful eye was lifted. In the meantime Tommy had started to maybe sort of sneak out; he had his bag all packed and planned to meet Tubbo in the park. They both wanted to go monster hunting on their own, it wasn’t their first rodeo but it still wasn’t something he was supposed to do without his dad's permission.

Tommy didn’t give a shit about permission though. 

Obviously. 

He grabbed his sword from its place in the living room, Tommy held it up with a wicked smile. It shone in the dim light and he could see the reflection of his face inside it, it must’ve been freshly polished. Tommy put his sword in its holster and turned around, immediately letting out a startled yelp slapping his hands over his mouth. You were standing behind him eyes glassy as you blinked blearily at him, 

     “(Y/n)?” Tommy whisper hissed glaring at you harshly, “What the fuck are you doing awake?” You didn’t respond, only walking past him reaching for a sword of your own, his eyes widened frantically and steered you away from the sharp weaponry. “Are you sleepwalking?” Tommy asked in mild concern before a smirk came across his face, “Guess I don’t have to worry about you snitching huh?” He slowly led you into Phil’s room opening the door and shoving you in before shutting the door. Tommy made quick work of grabbing everything else needed before heading out of the house to meet up with Tubbo. 

Phil woke up to you standing over him, looming, and it almost sent him into a heart attack. He knew immediately you were sleepwalking, “Oh honey...come ‘ere.” He pulled you into bed with him and watched your eyes drift close and snuggle up to him. At least you were safe with him, so long as you didn’t start unlocking doors and injuring yourself they could handle this. 

After telling the other brothers about the incident last night Wilbur was only growing more concerned about your sleep state. He offered to take you to the doctor but Phil brushed him off, saying that normally this thing sorts themself out on their own. Since he was feeling rather protective Wilbur slept in the living room the next few nights just to make sure you didn’t go wandering off. Plus, Phil seemed to not only approve of but also grateful for the idea; so long as the old man could get much-needed rest he didn’t seem to care. Another week flew by with no problems, and he decided to spend one last night in the living room just to triple-check you weren’t going to sleepwalk. 

He woke up to the sound of a hooting owl and soft banging against the wall, he tossed his hand over the back of the couch and he blinked blearily. Unlike his twin, he didn’t exactly have the razor-sharp reflexes that Technoblade was gifted with. Wilbur grabbed his glasses from the coffee table and shoved them on his face haphazardly. 

What was that noise? Did Tommy sneak out again? He turned towards the opened door and it took a few moments to process why the door was open. Wilbur scratched the top of his head in confusion before his eyes snapped open in blatant realization. He tossed the blankets off the couch and scrambled out the door. Bare footprints were made in the mud leading away from your house, tiny you sized footprints. 

Oh, he was so fucked. How long ago did you leave? Are you alright? It’s so cold and you weren’t wearing shoes.

Wilbur made sure to grab both of your jackets and shoved his feet in his boots before heading out the door. He saw his breath out in front of him and winced you must be so cold, hopefully, you weren’t dead if you were he was totally in big trouble. He followed your footprints until they stopped at the edge of the woods, he looked around frantically and anxiety prickled at his skin. If the trail went cold here there was no way he would be able to find you, what if you woke up in a completely different part of the SMP. Or worse yet what if someone kidnaps you and takes you away from them? 

He entered the woods calling out your name desperately even though you wouldn’t respond if you were still asleep. Wilbur adjusted his glasses noticing a soft trail of broken leaves, he decided it was his best bet to follow them. Eventually, he came to a bit of a clearing in the woods that led up to a large cliff, Wilbur’s heart sunk. He felt his breathing stop as he walked towards the edge of the cliff, slowly like he didn’t want to know if he thinks what happened to you, happened to you. At the very top of the cliff is when he saw it, the bracelet you always wore on your wrist it was made of gold and Technoblade had gifted it to you after an adventure he had with Phil. He pulled the jewelry close to his chest and let out a shaky breath, tears swelled in his eyes as he peeked over the edge of the cliff. The poor boy couldn’t even see the bottom, Phil would have to fly down and search it, he was going to throw up. 

     “Wilby…?” 

Oh god, he could still hear your sweet, little voice. 

     “What are you doing? Are you crying?”

Wait, that was your voice!

He whipped around to find you rubbing your tired eyes, your feet were bare and you were shivering. Wilbur tore through the bush and scooped you up in his arms, cuddling you close to him as he peppered kisses all over your face. “Ewww Wilby stop!” You said through giggles pushing his face away from your own, 

     “I’m so glad you’re alright. You were sleepwalking again, I thought…” His voice cracked a little as you tilted your head. You looked around his shoulder and eyed the cliff wearily, you nuzzled against his neck and squeezed him tightly. 

     “I’m sorry…” 

     “It’s not your fault.” He whispered against you, “let's get you home though alright? Want to have a sleepover with me?”

     “Please. I’m scared I’ll wander off if I sleep alone again.” Wilbur nodded, running his fingers through your messy hair. For a girl your age, it was important to make sure you get a good night's sleep. As he carried you back home you ended up falling back asleep in his arms, he had a lot of time to think. He couldn’t believe that a few years ago he had despised the girl in his arms, thought of you as just another stowaway Phil brought home. You had managed to melt his heart and worm your way into not just his brain but his other brother’s brains as well. You had brought so much joy and happiness into their lives. Before you entered their lives there was arguing every night. Tommy and Techno were always at each other’s throats, Wilbur wasn’t any better, to be honest, but then you were there and everything changed. They had to get along and watch their language around you, you weirdly brought them together. Made them better and he couldn’t imagine what their lives would be like without their little hope.

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[streaming-yn]

Hiya there! I really like your writing and was wondering if you could write something where forgetful y/n meets Technoblade- and also- can I be 🏹 anon if its not taken? :D

yeah yeah!! I don't know if you meant c!forgetful!y/n and c!techno or cc!both and I kinda like the heads of both soo ,, I did both !! I hope that's cool w you !!! n ofc, welcome to the crew 🏹 anon :)

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // part 7

part doesn't look like a real word anymore

pairing (platonic); c!forgetful!y/n x c!techno , forgetful!y/n x (cc!)techno

warnings; dark humor (punting kids, killing, hitman stuff, stuff along those lines!!)

Characters

met bc you're ranboo's sibling !! :)

you were looking for ranboo but couldn't find him (he was hanging out with techno) so you sent him a text on the communicator (whispering) to ask

him, being the protective brother (in lore, the world it's tons more dangerous and he knows) he is, he didn't really think and sent you his coords and said he'll be near there, he's hanging out with someone

he didn't specify who exactly he was with so you were like oh ok be there in a bit

you go the coords and see them through the trees, techno's pink and red colors pallet and ranboo's black half and tux standing out against the snow

immediately you're still, if you move they might hear you – techno might hear you, you look for a bit, going through a back and fourth in your head was what you were going to tell him actually worth what might happen if techno didn't like you? it's not necessarily important information, you just wanted someone to talk to about what you talked with Tommy about today and your brother was your closest friend – tommy tied for first place with him but talking to tommy about what you and tommy spoke about? that's be weird. you really want to talk now, so you don't forget, and your not the best with holding in stuff without snapping at people who don't deserve it

so you decide to go on anyways. he wouldn't hate you, right? you're not really on a side, you're more of a middle ground type of person so you're not connected to the government so he wouldn't hate you, right? and even if he did; your brother would never let him kill you; you reasoned with yourself, happy with the resolve you start forward towards them

thank God for your naturally quiet and agile movements, they would've noticed you before you were ready otherwise, you made it halfway to them and decided to make a little bit of noise so they wouldn't pull weapons as soon as you were right next to them

you threw a snowball at a tree causing both boys to turn and see you wave "hi! just wanted to talk with ranboo"

"well I'm talking to him, about something rather serious too, so leave." "okay so? I want to talk to my brother so why don't you leave?"

talking like this with the blood god was extremely risky, but you're also not the most well known for having smart, thought out decisions. in other words; you don't really think before talking, which can be both good and bad

people admire the honesty and what they believe is guts (it's not, you just don't have cognitive filters), on the other hand, though, it can, and will (and definitely has) land you in a world of hurt

ranboo's looking between you two anxiously, eyes showing obvious worry that this will escalate to a battle

as the piglin hybrid looked down at you like you were dirt under his boot you glared right back up at him, matching the energy he gave, as you grabbed ranboo's hand and started to drag him away

ranboo turned around to look at techno and waved "oh- uh- I guess we can talk some other time!", techno grumbled at that

though later he did let himself laugh about it, someone who looked quiet not being afraid to match his energy was amusing itself, but pair that with you dragging your brother along, not being careful of his foot placement causing him to almost fall many times and it makes it funnier

when he spoke to you again, it was clear neither of you held any grudges or anything but the "oh my god I hate you and we're literally enemies" bit continued, but it was obvious it was just y'all's dynamic

fans were in love with that dynamic and adored making art (comics, drawings, fics, animations, etc) of it :)

and despite everything the friendship and dynamic stayed the same, making fans cry

fans often worried about what would happen to y'all, because nothing in the dsmp stays the same – something bad always has to happen

quite a few ",,, what's gonna happen to c!techno and c!y/n's dynamic... something bad has to happen right? it's been good for way too long" tweets and most of the replies consist of "if something happens I'm blaming you" or "if anything happens I'm coming back with a bat" (both jokes ofc)

haha,, something bad eventually does happen but that's for a different time o/ (dw abt requesting for it! I already have a request where I plan to reveal it, however it will take a bit to get to, until then, enjoy the cliffhanger >:) )

content creators

immediately y'all match up on the same jokes and things!!

yk the thing like "wait, it's not what it looks like" "you kill people for money????" ".... .yeah" "and this whole time I've been doing it for free like a chum!!!"

that's y'all, you're the one who's doing it for free 💀

y'all met through the dsmp and started interacting so the lore won't be awkward and ended up becoming friends

(truth be told you were scared of him not liking you bc you were a fan of his content for some time now)

if you let him rant about Greek stories and such he'll let you rant about what you want to too

if you have any knowledge of old torture machines talk to him about it! like obviously torture is not good or anything but it's interesting to learn what happened in the past yk?

,,although maybe don't do that on stream-

I feel like after talking to techno for the first time and it going well you immediately go back to ranboo like "GUESS WHAT OMG"

"GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT :DD" "Well, hello to you too" "But what's up?" "SCARY MAN THIUGHT I WAS OK 👍👍" "Who? Literally every new guy you meet is "scary man" to you" (/hj /lh) "TECHNOOO!!!!!" "That's awesome, man!! :D"

depending on how you react to jokes about punting kids he would end up making them more often around you bc he finds your reaction funny

if it's normal, you have no reaction, or just laugh in reply, he'll make them a normal amount most likely

if it's something along the lines of "NOOOO !!!!!" he's going to end up making them more, and out of the blue too

"so, you really went far in streaming so far?" "yeah! I think it's neat! I didn't expect to-" "almost as far as the kid I kicked-" "NO !!!!"

there are a lot of times where you have to clear up what is and isn't lore because y'all's dynamic is similar in and out of roleplay

also yk,, people are starved of and wanting c!y/n and c!techno interactions so they're trying to get the crumbs they can – it's actually really funny

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[2hoothoots]

The lovely Camilla Vodello for the Ask Meme. As Sasha the residential Science Dad if you haven't done either already.

hell yeah! gonna do both because i'm always happy to ramble lol

Milla

First Impressions:

honestly i think my first impressions of Milla were that she had big teacher vibes, haha. from the opening cutscene she kinda struck me as like, okay, you're the sensible one of the group. the mom friend

Impressions Now:

Milla is great. I mean c'mon, how can you not love Milla. she just seems like boundless fun to be around. I love her whole disco aesthetic, her design is super fun, her mental world is great -- she's great! I really love characters who have been through terrible things and still choose light and love and positivity, and Milla is that to a T for me.

Favourite Moment:

I love when she threatens to levitate Raz to the moon. like it's such a playful threat but also from the look in her eyes you know she would

Idea for a Story:

I'm always a sucker for mission fics, so I'm gonna say some of her adventures with the Psychonauts! maybe with Sasha, or maybe working alongside another partner, like Hollis? Milla perfectly encapsulates that kind of glamorous 007 secret agent vibe, and it'd be fun to read something leaning into that.

Unpopular Opinion:

I don't like when people make Milla out to be this super angsty tragic figure. Like, what happened to her was a tragedy, of course it was – but I think what I like most about Milla is how she's such a wonderful, bubbly, upbeat person in spite of that. She's someone who's been through horrible, terrible things and still chooses to laugh and dance and sing, and idk I prefer to celebrate that strength of character rather than paint her as someone who's secretly super tortured and is just covering it up.

Favourite Relationship:

I feel like I'm contractually obligated to say Sasha/Milla. in my defense, it's just a really good ship! they work on so many levels – the classic 'opposites attract', the secret agent power couple, the awkward nerds who keep dancing around their feelings for each other... plus I think they're just really sweet, they're clearly very close and I love how they complement each other.

Favourite Headcanon:

Something I've been meaning to draw for ages – I hc Milla practices capoeira! I think the focus on music and song and fluid, gymnastic movement is all a perfect fit for her, and also I think she should be allowed to kick ass with sweet martial art moves

Sasha

First Impressions:

I think Sasha's design is very effective at communicating his whole Deal. straight lines, dark colours, square glasses, plus the VA totally sells that slightly droll monotone. I think from the opening cutscene I was expecting him to be a little more of a mad scientist type?

Impressions Now:

Sasha is a little less of a 'mad' scientist and more of a 'dull, methodical and just a little bit unethical' scientist, but you know what it's all good. the 'academic with terrible interpersonal skills' character archetype is one that's very near and dear to my heart, and who doesn't love some child endangerment every now and again. I really like all the little twists to his character, as well, like how he totally believes in aliens and wears socks and sandals around the office

Favourite Moment:

I deeply enjoy the "well, my ass is covered" when you get back to his lab with the marksmanship learner's permit from Ford. should be be teaching this ten-year-old advanced combat training? probably not, but there's a paper trail so it's like, whatever.

Idea for a Story:

I'm very much a subscriber to the "Otto was Sasha's mentor" theory so I'd love to see that play out! what were the early days of Sasha's career as a Psychonaut like? did he join up in his teens, or not until he was an adult? I think there could be a lot of interesting stuff there to dig into.

Unpopular Opinion:

I really don't think Sasha would be a good surrogate father figure for Raz. or for anyone!! have you seen him? Sasha "child experimentation" Nein is not great with kids, and he clearly sees Raz much more as a little mini-me than, I dunno, his kid. again I don't want to knock anyone's headcanons here, but given that Raz's relationship with his family is so important to his character, the whole "Sasha and Milla adopt Raz to go live at the Motherlobe" thing has always felt kinda weird to me, I super don't get it. (AND AGAIN if those are the kinds of stories you like, knock yourself out, pal, these are just my personal tastes)

Favourite Relationship:

Is it cheating if I say Sasha/Milla again? maybe, haha. if I had to pick another one, maybe Sasha and Otto? I wish we saw a little more of their interactions in the game, but what we have is super interesting to me. OH or Sasha and Lili! it's so cute how he calls her 'darling' in RoR, awwww.

Favourite Headcanon:

because I like getting deep into weird worldbuilding stuff -- I HC that Sasha's field of study is neural development in young minds, and specifically the development of psychic powers. you can't go inside the mind of someone under 18 (maybe because the mindscape is still developing and vulnerable to external influences?) so in terms of psychic exploration it'd make sense that that's still a large blank spot. he was talked into attending Whispering Rock as a counsellor in no small part because it'd give him a lot of subjects to observe lol

#askmeme #got a couple more in my inbox that i'm slowly working through haha

[quirklessidiot]

title : cigarettes and parfaits [4]  pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, slice of life, josei, angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right? Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, cliche fluff, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT)

Notes: lil development right there HAHSHSHHS , yes tojis appearing soon guYS hddhdhdh thank u for ur patience ily all and yall stay safe and drink lots and ltos of water!! sorry for the late update!

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You stare at the ring on your hand as you stand next to Nanami Kento in the grocery shop, you and him have agreed to see each other and go out once a week while fixing up the divorce papers. 

Last week you both had gone to a cafe after work but had to end early since Yuuji had fell down the stairs (despite being athletic, the boy was awfully clumsy). This week, you both decided to do something mundane.

Grocery shopping.

“Hm, what does Yuuji think about this?” You asked, showing the man some bars of rice krispies, “He seems to be a sweet-tooth.”

“Sukuna is the sweet-tooth, Yuuji isn’t really picky with food.”

“Huh,” You hummed,  “Sukuna seems so soft despite all the tattoo’s.”

Nanami rolls his eyes at your statement, “He’s just, as kids like to call these days, a nerd.” he retorts, taking the peanut butter off the shelf and carefully placing it in the grocery cart, “He enjoys mathematics and art,”

“Ah, hence the tattoo’s.” you thought out loud.

“I almost lost it when he went home a few months ago looking like that.” He sighs, running his hands through his hair, “It was a sign of rebellion, saying that he didn’t want to move to Tokyo.”

You chuckled, eyes on him, “Must’ve shot up your blood pressure, Kento.”

He clicks his tongue in dismay, the memory still fresh. Nanami Kento    unlike what Gojo Satoru said    was a very easy person to like and accompany. Ever since that ‘mild’ mishap two weeks ago, you’d have calls and little quick meet-ups aside from the once a week dates. 

At times it felt like the little wedding at the Izakaya hadn’t happened, it was as if you were just going out with him.

Nanami Kento didn’t even have to try so hard to make you comfortable, he was just...there and everything just seemed right. He had easily fit right in with your routine.

You continue to watch him and he stops in the middle of his tracks, blinking heavily, “Ah,” he mumbles, placing a hand over his eye.

“Oh,” you paused in your tracks too, “Are you alright, Kento?”

“Just dust,” He mumbles, “It probably got in.”

You hold back a laugh, how mundane, “Here, let me…”

You slowly take his hand away from his face, his eyes shut tight, trying to hold in the pain from the dust getting in his eyes, “Do you mind bending down a bit lower, Kento?” you ask, “I’ll have to blow it out of your eye.”

Nanami follows your orders and bends down. You slowly cup his cheeks and lean in closer to his eyes and softly blow. You notice the slight twinge of his body, the reaction making you inwardly giddy, “Feel better?” you whispered.

The older man opens his eyes and only then do you notice just how close you two were with each other. For a moment, movement around you is slow and you don’t even notice Maki Zen’in standing right in front of you along with Yuta Okkatsu.

“Sensei?”

You finally snap back to reality when you hear that very familiar voice calling you out. It seemed like Nanami had been caught up in the moment too, “Oh,” You cleared your throat, letting go immediately of Nanami’s face and jumping back, “Maki-chan.Yuta-kun. What a surprise.”

The young girl narrowed her eyes while Yuta’s ears were evidently red, signaling that he felt very embarrassed to walk in on that moment, “Hi sensei.” Yuta greets, clearing his throat, “I-uh sorry about that, I told Maki to walk away and-”

“It’s fine, Yuta-kun.” You laugh, a bit nervous. What would happen if she told Yuji and Sukuna about this? You knew how Maki was sort of close with the twins, although she did not know who Nanami was, she may describe him and if the boys were smart enough to catch on with it, you’d be entangled in it pretty quickly and you weren’t ready to meet them as their ‘oji-san’s’ partner. 

You were a bit nervous and it was showing.

Nanami takes quick notice of this and slowly wraps his fingers around yours, a small smile appearing on his lips, “Good afternoon, you must be my partner’s students.” he greets, the man had a way with younger ones, you could only imagine how he was as a father figure to the boys growing up,  “It’s nice to finally put some faces on the kids that Y/N loves to gush about.”

Unlike your nervousness a while ago, this man is calm, cool, and collected. You almost envy him at how good he’s doing this.

“At least you picked someone better than Toji-ojisan.” Maki nods, “This guy looks actually more serious with life than him.”

You feel Nanami’s brow quirk up at what she just said.

“A-Anyways, Sensei…” Yuta clears his throat, “We’ll leave you and your boyfriend together. See you at Math class tomorrow!” He hurriedly grabs Maki’s wrist and zooms away at a speed of light. Leaving you two awkwardly standing there.

“Toji?” Nanami asks, curiously peering at you, “An admirer, I assume?”

“Megumi’s otosan.” You mumbled, embarrassed, “He likes to play jokes and all that. It’s nothing serious.”

“Hm.” he mumbled, a small dismayed look crossed his features and you wonder why, “If he does anything uncomfortable, you can pull my name out. I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll be sure to take note of that.” 

You both continue your way down the grocery aisle, not even noticing that he still has his long hand wrapped around yours.

“Y/N-sensei…” Nobara drawled, placing her head on top of the wooden end of the mop, “How come we never knew you had a boyfriend?”

“Oi,” Megumi growled, “You’re supposed to be cleaning.”

“You’re just jealous that Y/N-sensei didn’t get to be your new okaasan.” Nobara bit back, putting her tongue out. You watched as the raven-haired boy chunk the blackboard eraser at her direction, a vein popping in his forehead.

“Stupid,” He replied, “I’d never let Y/N-sensei near the jiji.”

“What’s he like, Y/N-sensei?” Junpei asked, tapping his chin, cutting the argument short,  “I heard Maki-senpai talking about him.”

You watch as Yuuji placed his head on his best friend’s shoulder, “Yeah, she was telling me how older he looked than you.” he exclaimed, you nervously gulped down. Yuuji sure wasn’t helping the situation at all.

“Well,” You chuckled, trying to remain calm and oblivious, “He’s nice and he has kids.”

“Ha.” Sukuna droned, stopping whatever he was doing,  his punishment     despite not being given any by Nitta    was helping the cleaners clean for the whole week, much to his dismay, he had to follow or you’d be giving him a slip, “You’re dating an old man? I thought the reason why you didn’t date the Zen’in-jiji was because he was old and he had kids.”

“Oh.” you looked down on your books on the desk, embarrassed, “I don’t have a problem with kids. In fact, I’d love to meet them.”

“Wah,” Yuuji’s eyes were sparkling now as he hurried in front of you and placed his elbows on top of your table and head on top of his hands, “I hope I really get to meet someone like you, sensei.”

“Stupid, I doubt any sane person would want to go with you.” Nobara said across the room, making Yuuji glare at her and started teasing her.

You chuckled once again at their antics. Meanwhile Sukuna continues to stare at you, eyes narrowing especially at the ring on your ring finger. For some odd reason, it held quite the familiarity.

Yuuji likes to think that Nanamin is the best godfather out there, technically, he was like a father to them already. So he had always wondered why he never got married, he was sure that when they were out a few times, many women would crowd for their ojisan. 

His father’s very close friend, Haibara-ojisan had mentioned one fleeting moment back when he was babysitting them that Nanamin was very secretive on who he liked that even he didn’t know if he’d ever been in a relationship.

But things were different these days, for the past two weeks, he’d have one day wherein he’d go home later than usual. It was odd to say the least    and not like he minded really, they were high school kids after all     since Nanamin hated overtimes.

He mentioned it to Sukuna but his twin just rolled his eyes and said, “Man probably needs to chase the bag or something, he technically is paying for this nice house and two freeloaders here.” 

Yuuji doubted it though! Nanamin earned pretty well and he didn’t really need overtime since he was technically the boss or so he heard from Geto-ojisan a few nights ago.

So while he was making them some katsudon for dinner that night and Yuuji was doing some homework for your class, he decided to ask the question.

“Saaay, nanamin-ojisan…” he drawled, placing his pen down, “You’re coming home a lot later than normal these days…”

The older blonde turns to the younger twin, face still straight-lace and stoic, something that Yuuji was accustomed to, “Work has me by the neck.” he replies shortly.

“Every wednesday’s?” he quips, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes.”

“You aren’t dating anyone?”

Silence erupted between them, the only sound could be heard was the sizzling of the chicken on the pan, “What made you say that?” he asked stiffly and maybe, if Yuuji was ignorant, he wouldn’t have noticed the slight twitch of his brow but he wasn’t.

Yuuji prided himself to be an observant person, someone had said he could pass off to be a detective in the near future, he had the agility and the observation skills (sukuna said otherwise though and said he’d get himself killed if he were to ever enter that field)

“You sometimes have that weird look on your face when you look at your phone.” the boy pointed out, “But Sukuna says you’re just chasing the bag so maybe he’s right, he’s kind of the smarter twin after all.” he mumbles the last part with great disdain.

Nanami lowers the fire on the stove and places his hands on the counter in front of Yuuji, “What if I told you I was sort of seeing someone?” he mused, humoring the young boy. 

“Are you really?” Yuuji’s eyes widened, surprised written all over his features, “What are they like, Nanamin-ojisan? Are they pretty? Do they know about us?”

“Oi what’s the noise about?” Sukuna’s raspy voice cuts through Yuuji’s excited one as he enters the kitchen, hair still wet from the shower and in house clothes with a towel hung on his neck.

“I told you Nanamin-ojisan was seeing someone!” Yuuji yelled, eyes sparkling since he was right this time, he quickly returned his gaze back to the older man, “When do we get to see them? Are they nice? How’d you guys even meet?”

“You’re seeing someone?” Sukuna spat, eyes wide in complete surprise, “How’d you even get someone to stay around with your uptight attitude?”

“Yah!” Yuuji yells, “Nananmin-ojisan is nice with women unlike you, no wonder girls are very scared to approach you!”

“Shut up,” Sukuna grumbles towards his twin then turns towards his godfather, “How the hell did you even meet?”

Nanami just shrugs, telling them they’ll know soon enough as he returns to his cooking. The boys seemed to dislike his answer though and continued to bug him. After cooking dinner and having their fill, he returns to his room and whips out his phone, a text message from you saying, ‘hey, the boys asked me about you earlier. They heard from maki-chan.’

The blonde wonders if he weren’t drunk, would he even consider doing this sort of thing? Dating was really out of the question, he admits he isn’t in the right place to go out with anyone especially with a young person like you. 

He thinks he’s taking advantage of the power-dynamics since he’s older.

He doesn’t even deny how weird it was that you're still hanging around him especially when you had a far richer man as one of your admirers. Satoru may or may not have overhead Yuuji gossiping about you one time and your ‘relation’ with Megumi’s father, it was definitely a small world and judging from the Toji you had mentioned a few days ago, it wasn’t hard to connect the dots that it was actually Toji Zen’in, a member of one of japan’s high business clans.

He shakes his head before pressing the call button, it only takes a few rings until you answered, “Hey kento.” You greeted, “What’s up?”

He hears the sound of a whizzing electric mixer on the other line.

“Boys gave you trouble?”

“No,” he could almost feel the smile on your words, “They were just surprised I liked a man with kids.”

“I reckoned, Yuuji seemed to have caught up too in my side. Been asking why I’m going overtime.” 

Silence settled between you two for a moment and Nanami wonders if you’re scared out of your wits. You might be backing out this deal after testing those waters, “Maybe you should tell me when I could meet them then? We wouldn’t want them to run into us during one of our outings or when we’re fixing up the divorce.” you replied softly.

“Hm,” he mumbled, “I’ll be sure to ask them about that. For a temporary setting, you sure take this matter quite seriously, Y/N.”

“Well, I did say I’d help you out.” 

A small smile reaches his lips as he hears your small and shy voice. It seemed like having people to check up on you by the end of the day wasn’t so bad, after all.

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[dandelionflower]

I saw on one of your post that said to send you prompts sooo... can I request A childhood friend AU either Felix or Marinette moves away and then reuniting in college in France at age 14 in Felix's school with the Quantic Kids.

It was a pretty normal day, which probably meant something was going to happen. If it wasn’t a normal day, something was bound to happen as well; life in Paris hadn’t been normal in months. It being a normal day meant that Marinette was late. Super late. Way, way, so very late she might as well be early for the next thing kind of late. So late that- (oh, she’s beginning to catch onto why she’s so late.)

She knew even as she was shoving toothpaste into her bag for Tikki and brushing her teeth with frosting (wait, switch that) that she would be late, and her erratic movements were enough to convince her parents to write her an excuse. Not that anyone could blame her; she had to deal with three akumas in one night. Three akumas. Who could blame her, or anyone for that matter, for being late when there were three emotionally-stunted teens each wreaking havoc upon the city? It was a wonder that anyone else got to class on time, except for Alya, who Marinette was pretty sure didn’t sleep.

Marinette kissed both parents goodbye, thanking them again for the excuse note. They shoved a box of pastries into her hands, as was their habit whenever she didn’t leave school fast enough.

They had done it since her first day at her new school, when she was tiny and frightened of new people; having the same best friend since birth would do that. Her father had shoved a box of macaroons in her arms and her mother placed a bracing arm on her back. They told her what to do and she tried her hardest to follow their instructions, standing up straight at the front of the class, introducing herself, and offering cookies. Unfortunately, that was the same day Chloe Bourgeois was joining public school, and compared to cookies, her offer of money to ten year-olds wasn’t all that effective. And Chloe was excellent at holding a grudge.

Of course, she ended up with friends: Alya, Nino, Adrien, and everyone in art class, but it was hard to go about her first couple years of school without anyone in her corner. Becoming Ladybug really gave her the boost of confidence she needed to break out of her shell and make new friends, and now she had a whole class full.

She stopped in the classroom to put her stuff away, pausing for a second to breathe. How was she out of shape? She’s Ladybug, for heavens’ sakes! Those three akumas really took it out of her. Luckily enough, she had gym class up next. (Can you hear the sarcasm?)

“Girl! Where have you been?” Alya smiled up at her from where she was stretching her hamstrings.

“Sorry Alya, slept in too much.” She fell into place beside her, choosing one of the more advanced stretches to accomplish instead. “Three akumas yesterday; couldn’t get much sleep.”

“You need to get over yourself, Mari. Ladybug and Chat Noir always win against the akumas, this fear of yours is ridiculous.” Alya glanced at her with an incredulous look, but when she saw her intense yoga pose, the look shifted and she yelled over her shoulder. “Adrien! Get over here! Marinette’s doing her physics-defying stuff again!”

Adrien joined them, laughing at Alya’s exaggerated despair. “It’s really not that hard. You just have to-” He fell into the position easily and began matching her movements. “There.”

“How on EARTH?” Alya shrieked and threw herself to the right, toppling into Nino, who was in a shaky warrior two. They ended up in a heap on the floor, Alya staring in horror at the two still upright and Nino staring bewildered at his girlfriend. “How are you two doing that?”

“Well, I don’t know about Marinette,” Adrien moved into an upward dog, “but father insisted that I be physically active in some way and my mother used to do yoga. So I picked it up.”

Nino leaned close to Alya’s ear. “I’m not sure whether to add this to the ‘reasons Gabriel sucks’ list or be happy he has this thing with his mom.”

“Both I guess?”

“What about you Marinette?” He moved into a handstand-like position. “Why do you know all this stuff?”

My superhero moonlighting requires me to be as stretchy as a rubber band, so my partner, who is also a furry, taught me yoga. “My first best friend and I learned tai chi, and this just felt like the next step.” Not a lie, just not why she chose yoga.

“Okay, you’re fine.” Alya pointed a finger between them both. “But next time you do something weird, I’m starting a cryptid blog about you.”

“You don’t have the guts.” Marinette leaned in and Adrien flipped down to join her. It felt familiar, like deja vu; not her crush, she killed that with fire once he started dating Kagami.

“Heey!” Nino opened his arms in front of them. “Let’s change the subject, what about that new student?”

“There’s a new student?” Marinette turned to the rest of the class, who were all stretching dutifully. No new faces whatsoever. “Where are they?”

“Not here, he went to the office over a scheduling conflict. Seems like a jerk.” Alya pulled an arm behind her head, glaring with derision in the direction of the office.

“Alya, don’t.” Adrien nudged her with a foot. “First impressions don’t mean anything, right Marinette?” He shot her a playful glance.

“Don’t remind me.”

“That one was a misunderstanding. Mister Ice Cold over there doesn’t even say a word, just nods and walks into the back of the class. At least Adrien did something and he asked for forgiveness afterwards. Frosty doesn’t even look at us.” With that final comment, Alya joined the rest of the class in dodgeball.

“Is she alright?” Adrien side-eyed her.

“Yeah, she just really hates people acting superior to her. Let’s go.” Marinette shrugged it off and joined her in picking teams.

Dodgeball was a mess; it always was. The entirety of the class had been akumatized at one point, and some of the strategic prowess remained. Marinette’s team always won, which everyone attributed to her agility, but it was really that Ladybug had more practice in strategy. The only way the teams could be considered even was if Adrien was against her.

She still won; she always won. When it was all over, each team, sweating and exhausted, gravitated to the center line to shake hands and congratulate one another on a game well played. Adrien met her in the middle with a weary smirk. His hair was disheveled, but there was a spark in his eyes that made him seem more familiar than he already was.

“I almost got you that time.” He gripped her hand tight.

“All that training with Kagami is really upping your game.” She quipped, shaking his hand. “Better luck next time.”

With that promise of another match, everyone vacated the gym to the locker rooms, where Alya continued to warn Marinette against the new student.

“Even Chloe doesn’t like him and he seems like the kind of rich boy that would be right up her alley.”

“Alya, I get it. You aren’t the new guy’s biggest fan.”

“And the feeling’s mutual too.” She griped.

“So just don’t talk to him; it works with Chloe. Why not this guy too?” She wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her to their desk.

“Fine, but I don’t have to like it.”

“You don’t have to like him either.” She pulled out her notebook and began writing down the date.

Before Alya could make another passive aggressive comment about the mystery new boy, Miss Bustier walked in, the usual skip in her step. “Class, I know I already introduced you to our new student but since some of us weren’t here for the first period,” Marinette ducked her head with a sheepish smile, “I’ve decided there’s nothing better than a redo. So, here’s Mister Culpa, introducing himself again.”

Culpa?

A boy with pale blond hair and paler skin strode into the room. He wore what could only be called business-casual, all monochrome. His eyes were a one-in-a-million breathtaking ice blue.

Culpa?

“Hello.” His eyes scanned the room emotionlessly. “As I previously said, my name is Felix Culpa and I am from-” He stopped when he reached her. “Nette?”

“Felix.” She breathed, barely even daring to say it louder, lest he disappear.

He was a blur, climbing the steps and reaching her in the time it took her to stand. There were no words when they hugged, other than the other’s name. She was on the tips of her toes, pressing her forehead to his collarbone. Felix got tall.

“I missed you.” He whispered, squeezing just a little tighter.

“I missed you too.” She laughed, pulling back to see his face. He was crying. She was crying.

“What in Ladybug’s name is happening?” Alya’s shout broke them from whatever pocket dimension they were inhabiting together. “You two know each other?”

“Alya, this is Felix.” She turned to look at her, hand still on Felix’s shoulder. “He was my best friend from birth to ten.”

“Was?” He bumped her hip with his. “Didn’t know I’ve been replaced, Netta.”

“I couldn’t contact you after I moved! I was ten and your mom never told us what her new number was.” She punched his elbow. “What are you doing here?”

“My family moved. I didn’t know you were in this area too; imagine my surprise when I see what the current events in Paris are and find out that there are superheroes and my best friend is now a borderline celebrity.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“We have to catch up some time.” She grabbed his arm.

“Certainly, maybe not here and now, though.” He gestures to the class around them, avidly watching the exchange.

“Right.” She released his arm and rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. “Coffee and macarons later then? My place?”

“I would like nothing more.” He quirked a smile that would seem tiny to anyone else, but to Marinette was as bright as the sun. “Until then.” Felix squeezed her hand and moved to the back of the class with a little wave.

She returned it, a goofy smile definitely on her face as she sat back down.

“Well,” Miss Bustier coughed, “since Felix has been so thoroughly introduced to everyone else, I suppose I should start the lesson.” And she dove into a spiel about the first World War.

“Dang, girl. Is it just me, or do you have a date after class?” Alya whispered to her from behind her textbook.

“It’s not a date! We’re just catching up.”

“Sure.”

She spared a quick glance at Felix, who was nose-deep in his book, just like when they were kids. He had such sharp features, and upon reconsideration, his eyes looked even more beautiful than she remembered. Felix grew up just fine without her. Really fine, in fact.

It took Marinette a couple seconds to realize she was staring, and when she did, her head turned back to the front of the room so fast she swore she heard a snap.

This was... going to be complicated.

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