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miffysrambles · 6 months

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Hello :) I would like to request! For Sun Wukong, Macaque and Mk X Reader (can be any gender that you prefer to use) And can It be separate please 'w'

And basically the story is that Reader has caught a nasty Cold/Sore Throat and is not doing so well, until the boys come to the rescue and help them out the best they can, and later on they back on their feet again!

Thank you 👍

Wukong, Macaque, and MK WIth a Sick! S/O

Wukong:

Coughs and sniffles filled the air as you lay in your bed, flipping through channels on your television.

You had caught the cold going around since the weather was dropping for the autumn season, even though you were on top of your hygiene.

You were in the middle of a rerun of an old sitcom when your phone rang. Groaning, you reached over to your nightstand and saw your boyfriend Wukong was calling.

You put the call on speaker as you were too mentally and physically exhausted to put it up to your ear, “Hello…?”

Ew, your voice sounded gross.

“Peaches, you ok? Gods, your voice sounds awful!” Wow, he could’ve at least tried to lie.

“I’m sick Wukong, we can’t spend time together today…”

“Who says? I could come over and help ya’ feel better!” You could hear him rustling through his hut at the end of the line, meaning he was already on his way over..

“And before you say something like ‘Oh but my generous and oh-so-kind boyfriend Wukong, I don’t want you to get sick either!’ Don’t worry! Immortals barely ever get sick.”

You laughed softly at his pathetic impression of you, clearly he was joking but you had to admit he was pretty spot on with your concerns.

“If you’re sure hon, I’ll see you in a bit.” Your hoarse voice added a few coughs at the end.

“Oh, I’m definitely sure peaches, see ya’ in a few minutes! I love you, mwwah!” He added loud kissing noises at the end which made you laugh more.

He always knew just how to cheer you up by putting a smile on your face, even if you felt like literal garbage.

After a few agonizing minutes of lying in your sweat-filled state, you heard the window to your bedroom open as your boyfriend sat on the windowsill.

“You coulda just have used the door like a normal person.” You laughed softly, making him roll his eyes with a grin.

“Not as romantic though.” He jumped from your window as he held a pharmacy bag in his hand, setting it down on your nightstand as he put his palm up to your forehead.

“Sheesh, you’re burning up… How ya feeling hon?” His tail thumped against your bed, signaling he was very much worried for you.

“Like garbage, but a bit better now that you’re here.” You smiled up at him as his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing circles in a small attempt to help you feel better.

He reached over to the bag, pulling out some peach-flavored syrup medicine making you raise an eyebrow.

“Peach flavored, really? I didn’t even know they made it in that flavor.” You laughed softly, not even minding the throbbing pain in your throat.

“Whaaat?! It’s the best flavor and it reminded me of you! Now open wide peaches, here comes the airplane!” He playfully teased you as he poured the medicine into a spoon, pretending it was flying toward your mouth with fake airplane sounds.

You rolled your eyes as you decided to go along with his teasing, opening your mouth as you swallowed the medicine.

Your face scrunched as you hesitantly swallowed the ghastly syrup, “Ugh that is awful!”

Wukong laughed as he smirked, “C’mon you got another spoonful to go!”

“Noooooo!”

Macaque:

Your coughing and sneezing slowly stirred Macaque awake from his deep sleep, rubbing his eyes as he sat up and looked over to see you holding a box of tissues.

“Sick huh?” His voice made you jump as your sickly state didn’t even make you realize he was awake now.

“O-Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up!” Your hoarse voice made him wince, he could tell by just the way you talked you did NOT feel good.

“Hey hey, it’s ok sweet cheeks. You can’t help it if you’re sick, c’mere.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back down onto the bed, rubbing the back of your head to help ease the throbbing pain.

“But I don’t want to get you sick, I should go home.” You muttered in between sniffles and coughs.

He chuckled softly as he shook his head, his tail wrapping around your waist to keep you close and signaling you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“No can do sugarplum, you’re stuck with me for today. And besides, I’m a demon. We don’t ‘get sick’.” His fingers were tangled in your hair, making the throbbing in the back of your head subside as you sighed in relief and contentment.

Your head laid against his chest, the room was silent besides the sounds of your clogged sinuses which you really needed right now to help ease your migraine.

“I’m gonna get up and go to the store to get you some medicine, I’ll be right back ok?” Macaque’s low voice spoke into your ear.

You nodded as he let you go and gently laid you back down on his bed, putting on his clothes and using his shadow magic to summon a portal as he fell through it.

A few minutes later he rose out of the floor from the shadows, holding a plastic bag as he sat down next to you on the bed.

He smiled down at you as you put your head in his lap, his fingers going right back to your hair as he played with the strands with care.

He pulled out a bottle of pills and a water bottle and handed them both to you, “Here you go starshine, I got you everything you needed.”

He also pulled out a washcloth and soaked it in the water, putting it against your forehead to help cool you down.

“Thank you hon…” You were able to breathe out softly as you popped the pill into your mouth and sipped on the water.

“No problem sugar.” His fingers caressed your head, his eyes staring lovingly down at you.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye his wallet on the dresser as you turned your head back up to him, “Macaque, how did you pay for the medicine if your wallet is on the dresser?”

“..Don’t worry about that sweet cheeks.”

MK:

MK was on a noodle run when he noticed one of the orders was for your address, his face beamed as he could use this as an excuse to see you.

Pigsy had worked him to the bone today and luckily yours was the last order of the day so he could take his time seeing you.

He parked his work scooter in the parking lot of your apartment complex as he walked up to your door, knocking with a pep in his knuckles as he called out to you.

“Heyyy (Name), it’s me! I got your noodles and I wanna see your cute face!”

After a few seconds of waiting, his eyebrow raised as his phone went off in his pocket.

Seeing it was a text from you, he opened it and read it out loud.

“ ‘Come in. There’s a key underneath the mat.’’ Huh, why didn’t they just answer the door?”

He raised the welcome mat and unlocked your door with your spare key, seeing it was completely dark inside as he stepped through the doorway.

“(Name)? It’s me, where are you?”

He put the noodles on your kitchen counter as he walked through your small apartment, every single light was off so he used his phone flashlight to work his way through the shadows.

He reached your bedroom and slowly opened the door, peeking his head through as he saw a figure underneath the bedsheets huffing and coughing.

“Oooohhh, that’s why you didn't answer the door.” He walked over as he slowly lifted your covers, seeing your messed up hair and still in your pajamas from the night before.

You smiled up at him through your miserable state, "Hi hon. Do you have my noodles?”

MK nodded as he retrieved them from the kitchen, sitting down next to you on the bed as he smiled.

“Here, let me feed them to you. The perk of being sick is your boyfriend gets to do everything for you!”

You smiled as he opened the container, the warm broth filling the air as you sighed in contentment, opening your mouth as he brought the chopsticks to your lips.

He continued to feed the noodles to you, eventually getting down to just the broth as he handed the bowl to you, “Here drink this, the broth helps when your throat is sore. It helped me when I was sick when Pigsy brought me a bowl.”

You brought the bowl up to your lips and sipped on the warm liquid, sighing as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks for bringing them to me, let me get you your money.”

He laughed as he wrapped an arm around you, shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about it sweetie, It’s on me tonight. You just work on feeling better.”

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urfavnegronerd · 8 months

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honey-kehlani

trope: fluffy

pairing: margo kess x black fem reader

warnings: some good old southern metaphors, Grammarly hates me (i think they anti black fr), lowk internalized homophobia but nothing insane readers kinda on the dl but not gross dl yk?, still ina rut lowkey, got up before my alarm and decided to finish this before i leave

song lyrics are italicized

w/c: 1.6k ish

saw you awake

Margo is pretty. Real pretty. Pretty like magnolias in May type. It’s not like you’ve never liked a girl before, because you definitely have. Them late-night reruns on nick-at-nite you used to watch with your family type shit. That 90’s type pretty. It’s not like you were foreign to the concept of being gay, or lesbian, or however the world wanted to label your innate attraction to girls. It just… wasn’t something you mentioned a lot. You’d talked about it a lot with your grandmother, but other than that? Liking girls was something you just didn’t mention. All you knew was that Margo was pretty, the type pretty to make you adjust your cargo pants so they hung just right, in the way so that when you stretched she could see the band of the Nike Pros you wore. Type pretty to make sure you kept your shoes clean, looking all fresh, type pretty to make sure your washday always happened. Cus girls like clean shoes and pretty hair, right? It wasn’t like you could just… go and spit game to her.

You were sprung off your ass and you couldn’t help it, shit you tried to swing from masculine to feminine enough to make her notice, but nothing seemed to work. You’d tried to talk to her, but it… did not end well. You were shy and blushy and didn’t know what to say.

“Talk to me sweet pea,”

“Grandmama it's just a lot on my mind,”

“Girl I am your grandmother, not talkin' to me is like a screen door on a submarine. It don’t make no sense baby,”

“I know,”

“Is it some girl?”

You tensed a little bit, your grandmother is the only one you’re fully out to.

“Yes ma'am,”

“She got your feathers all ruffled?” Your grandmother slowly looks up from the sweet potatoes she’s peeling, eyebrow raised with a knowing look and smile playing on her lips, a hot blush crawls up your neck and you swallow meekly, nodding.

“She’s real pretty Grandmama. Smart, too.”

“That’s real good, baby,”

“Grandmama I’m being serious, she pretty as a peach and I don’t know what to do about it,”

“What you mean you don't know what to do about it?”

“It’s like, every time I see her, I freeze,”

“Baby you fixin to be just another pretty face to that girl, keep acting like that,”

“But what if she not…”

“Not what? A lesbian?”

“Yeah,”

“Then you move on,”

“It’s a lot more than just movin' on, m’dear,”

“Babycakes it sounds like you just making excuses,”

“Yeah, you probably right m’dear,”

A few weeks had passed since you told your grandmother about Margo. You told your grandmother about some girl you ain't never had the guts to talk to, but now, here you are, a handful of lilies from your grandmama’s garden, mixed with lavender, waiting outside her door. Part of you is happy and excited, but the other part? Thinks this is stupid and you should run. There’s such a huge chance that she could just not be into girls, and then what? You make a complete fool of yourself and it could go bad to the point where she tells everyone. Why was being… like this, so difficult? Loving up on someone shouldn’t be hard, right?

Psyching yourself up, lightly bouncing on the balls of your feet, New Balance 550s with juniper, you ring the doorbell, hiding the flowers behind your back.

“Hello?” Margo’s face, big brown eyes, gentle cheekbones, two puffs, and an entire universe worth of beauty peek out from behind the door.

“Margo! I, erm, Margo. Hi,”

“Oh! I know you, we have chem together, right?”

And English and History, but who’s counting?

“Y-Yeah, so, um, listen I was kinda wondering if maybe you wanted to–”

“Those are really pretty flowers,”

“Hnm? Oh, I got them in my grandmother's garden, they’re um, for you,”

“Really?” Her face lights up, starting with her eyes. And oh how you adored the tiny gap between her two front teeth, the way her curls lightly bounced when she laughed or talked. Fully unlocking the door, she swings it open to you. She’s wearing a blue oversized hoodie and purple shorts. “I love lavender.”

You smile and look down, suddenly shy, and you push the flowers into her hands.

“Did you maybe, want to go out with me? Like, together?”

She looks taken aback but smiles softly, inhaling the scent of the flowers.

“Like a date?”

“I– yeah. Like a date.”

“Yes.”

“Wait really?”

“Yeah,”

“So, um, Friday? I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Seven it is,”

“Okay.”

Friday.

don’t walk away

It’s far from uncommon for you to like girls. However, it was far from common for you to have a girlfriend. A pretty girl, Margo, just so happened to like you back. Enough so to go out on a date with you. The first date was far from awkward. Well, it was awkward. You didn’t know what to say or do, she looked so beautiful, so much so that you had told her at least five times that night. She had her hair in two braids wrapped around her head, and one of the lilies you had given her tucked behind her ear.

It had been just over two months of the two of you being a couple, just about a month and a half of you labeling your relationship. The word girlfriend coming out of her mouth was the most beautiful rendition of the English language you had ever heard, the way she gently rolled her r’s, not like the way you’d speak Spanish, but her r’s were a heavyset sound rolling off her tongue.

It was early morning, the sun gently dusting its way into your room, and your arms were latched around Margo’s waist, face pressed against her bonnet. She’s one of a kind and you could promise anyone that, the kind of smart that makes you itch to work hard in school, so the two of you could be those smart girlfriends, the girlfriends that went to the top universities and had their whole future perfectly aligned. You loved her, and that was simultaneously terrifying but calming at the same tie.

From her thick bed of curls, the same bed of curls that you helped braid and detangle, all the way down to the toenails you helped her paint.

“I wanna paint them purple,” she’d announced one day, voice muffled behind the sweatshirt she had stolen from you.

“So paint ‘em purple,”

“You draw better than me,”

“You want my help?”

“Can you?” she pouted. Of course you could, you’d do anything to make her smile.

Loving Margo was the easiest decision you’d ever made, you didn’t even have to think about it. You just loved her, it was simple as breathing.

“Hey,” you whisper, gently ghosting peppery kisses into her neck. You were positive she wasn’t awake, and you felt empowered. Not in a weird way, oh no. It was like you were the one to protect her, to gently watch her chest rise and fall, hear her breathing, and feel the faint pound of her heart. Margo made you feel safe, happy and loved. She fed your soul, filled you up the way your grandmother’s cooking did, and made you feel warm and euphoric, and sleepy at the same time in a blissful combination that came with feeling the most intense peace you’d ever encountered.

“I love you,” that was the first time you’d said it out loud, it was easier to know she was sleeping and say it. As much as you loved her, uttering those words was the most excruciating fear you’d ever been through, the fear that made you wonder whether or not she loved you for real or if she was just acting. Every day you woke up and hoped that it wasn’t just acting, that she loved you as much as you loved her.

“I love you so much, Margo. I love helping you braid your hair up, and helping take them down, I love the little gap between your teeth, and how bright your smile is. I love how you make me feel, Margo. I love how smart you are because I get to be the one to say that you’re my girlfriend, and how far you’re gonna go. Pretty girl, I love how smart you are, I love the way you think. And I know this is kind of cheating because you’re asleep, but I wanted to say I love you, okay? I love you so much Margo Kess”

It did kind of feel like cheating to you, she was asleep, did saying ‘I love you’ for the first time need to happen while she was awake? You didn’t want to wake her though. She looked so pretty, the bright blue camisole a beautiful contrast to her melanated skin, and of course, the matching bonnet cascading down her back. Deciding to leave it at that, you press your forehead to her shoulder blade and breathe in her scent. The hair oil, the cocoa butter, and the Vaseline.

“Who said I was still sleeping?”

or would you wait for me?

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a/n: leaving today until friday, so i wont have any electronics :P but please please please blow up my inbox, we 20 away from 200. i seriously love all yall sm, wanted to feed you before i leave. heavy on that blow up my mentions, inbox, errythang so i can come back and read ur lovely notifs.

🩷 reblogs are always appreciated for reach <3

xoxo,

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miskiart · 1 year

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AMARO-RERUN

AMARO-VIDEO is back!- just for a day, along with a new PEACHES edition :)

#miski #VIDEO-20XX #cat art #vhs #vhs aesthetic

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gods-of-kanto · 6 months

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To SM Peach, King and Red

If u guys watch tv, do u have any favorite series/show?

Peach: Its obviously the Teen Titans- Reruns maybe but the OG is hella cool!

King: Spngebob! Spongebob!

Red is signing to you.

Blue. E. Blue. E. Blue. E

#quest of a king #fire red #Sm professor peach #post

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pico-digital-studios · 22 days

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Into, Across and Beyond!: Rivals' Madness Song List

DISCLAIMER: This is just the general structure of the concept, and will NOT be becoming a mod under any circumstances.

(Unless mentioned otherwise in the list, Benjamin is the playable character in a stated song. Anything in italics is a song idea original to this concept, and anything different to the originals will be linked.)

Story Mode

Tutorial

2Torial (Sonic the Hedgehog) (from Sonic Legacy/RodentRap)

Lazy Day (Grace vs. Benjamin)

Week 1: Mushroom Kingdom

It's-A Me (Super Horror Mario)

Starman Slaughter (using the old instrumental) (Super Horror Mario, John Dick, Super Horror Peach and Yoshi.exe)

Week 2: Devil's Wasteland

Marble Heights (Flicky vs. Benjamin) (from Blood Moon)

Tombstone (Sonic.exe/Xenophanes vs. Benjamin) (from Blood Moon)

Smoke & Mirrors (Xenophanes vs. Grace) (from RERUN)

Overworld Zone

(All map asset credits go to Askywalker from The Spriters' Resource)

All bold entries are the area's climax boss encounter. For the Sonic side, you only need to beat 3 foes tops in each area to reach the climax boss.

Mario World 1 - Irregularity Isle (Mario Memes and Parodies)

So Cool (Chris Pratt)

Lower Route

Mr. Alopecia (Mark)

Iason Mason (Wega)

Upper Route

Scutterbug (TerminalMontage/Speedrunner Mario) (from FNF: Classified)

Nourishing Blood (Grand Dad)

End Path

MARIO SING AND GAME RYTHM 9 (Somari vs. Pikafriend)

Mario World 2 - Woodland of Lies (Mostly Legacy Creepypastas)

Main Levels

A Former Conclusion

Alone (Beta Luigi)

Terrors in the Woods

Retaliation (IHY Luigi vs. IHY Mario)

I Hate You (IHY Luigi)

Repentance (Music Box Mario/Alice vs. Music Box Luigi) (from SMB: Refunked)

Last Course (Turmoil vs. Galoombafriend)

Victims of Pain

Your Hell ("Luigi" vs. Mario) (Mario World pre-remake)

Victimised (Endgame/Inferno's Victim #1) (from MMNM)

...Again?

Dark Forest (Coronation Day Peach / Forest Demon)

Secret Levels

Move Dem Fingers (Scripulous Fingore) (moving left from the entry point)

Apples of Sin (_____ vs. Peach, Yoshi and Luigi) (Super World post-remake) (moving off the bridge towards "Dark Forest")

Mario World 3 - Content Cosmos (YouTube Plumbers)

Main Songs

Left Route (Marios who are pricks)

Bad Bay (Super Bad Mario)

Day Out (Day Out Mario vs. Boyfriend and Day Out Luigi)

Bloopers (SMG4 Mario) (unlocks "Ssnemodnar Square" upon completion)

Right Route (Marios who are murderous)

Dictator (Secret History Mario)

Rampage (Berserk Mario) (from FNF: Antiverse - VS Mario)

Race Traitors (Racist Mario)

The Last Path

No Hope (Devil Mario)

Secret Songs

Top Secret (Laser Suit Mario) (Mario Mix) (go down from spawn after beating Devil Mario)

Burger (Mario's Restaurant Mario vs. MR Luigi) (clear the Toad House)

Mario World 3.3 - Lovely Levels (optional; Level UP)

Main Songs

Entry Island

Summer-mation (Level UP)

Maze Mayhem (Pac-Man)

Basics (Baldi) (from Baldi's Basics in Funkin')

Arc Welding Island

Mario's Singing Challenge (Level UP Mario)

Friendly Heir (Princess Plum) (Bottom Path)

Vindicta (Mariocraft Magikoopa vs. Benjamin and Wolfie) (Middle Path)

Tumultuary (The Goomba Revolution) (Top Path)

Final Island

Nothing...? (Level UP Luigi / God Mode Luigi)

Planum Descendit (Level DOWN vs. Benjamin, Level UP, Wolfie and Princess Plum)

Secret Songs

Zombified (The Zombies vs. Benjamin, Mario and Toadette) (Move toward the lava pit)

Mario World 3.6 - Ssenmodnar Square (optional; SMG4)

N64 Castle Entrance

Spaghetti Humper (SMG4 Mario Rematch)

Paintings of Plight

Chomp's Out (The Chain Chomp vs. SMG4 and Mario)

Spaghettiria Bite (The FNaF Animatronics vs. Mario)

Fridge Milk (Jeeves vs. Mario, Luigi and Toad)

Trio's Trips (Mario vs. SMG4 vs. Toad) (encapsulates the three main "Trip" videos)

Two Funkin' Friends (X vs. FM)

Splatted Sunset (Meggy vs. Benjamin)

Running (Tari vs. Belle)

Saikosis (Saiko and Kaizo vs. Benjamin)

Arcs of Agony

Rejection Rampage (Waluigi vs. Benjamin, SMG4, Mario and Tari)

Anime Destiny (Meggy (inkling/human) vs. Desti (inkling/angel) vs. Francis)

Creative Control (Mr. Puzzles vs. Benjamin and the SMG4 Gang)

Genesis of Zero (Zero vs. Benjamin and the SMG4 Gang)

Final Revolution (Niles/Zero vs. Benjamin, SMG0 and Melony)

Mario World 4 - Classified Castle (SM64 CLASSIFIED)

Promotion (Promo Mario / Stanley)

Abandoned (Classified Luigi) (Left Side)

Finished Role (Classified Yoshi) (Right Side)

The End (Costume)

Play Pretend (Promo Luigi vs. Promo Mario vs. Benjamin / Stanley vs. Jim)

Mario World 5 - Ravaged Road (other SM64 content)

Normal Songs

Apparition (The Wario Apparition)

West Path (SimpleFlips ROM Hacking Competition Entries)

Watching (The Toad Circle from "Regular Pasta")

This Way (Eyeless Peach from "Please Come to the Castle")

Loneliness (King Bob-Omb from "The Picture of Bob-Omb Battlefield)

East Path (other foes and legends)

Near-Impact (Rashay from "SM64: Last Impact")

Better Off (M from "sm64.z64") (from FNF Classified)

Thalassophobia (L Is Real Luigi)

EVERY COPY OF SUPER MARIO 64 IS PERSONALISED

Your Copy (Personalised Mario) (from FNF: Classified)

Secret Songs

Revolution (128 Marios) (from Super Funkin' Galaxy)

Mario World 6 - Hellish Heights (Modern-Day Mario Horrors)

Normal Songs

Golden Land (GB)

West Path (Multi-Console Zone)

Blinked (Dais-eye) (from MMNM)

No Party (DJ Hallyboo)

Paranoia (Mr. Virtual)

East Path (NES/SNES Horrors Zone)

Verdant (Ink Bowser vs. Mario and Peach)

Relictus (Sophie (Left Behind) vs. Tankman)

Overdue (Mr. L vs. Pico)

North Path (The Power Star Archives; all from Petrifying Plumbers)

Version Control (Buggy Mario)

Overthrown (Peach_AI vs. Luigi_AI)

Lost Innocence Zone

Power Down (MX vs. Benjamin)

Demise (MX vs. Benjamin and Pico)

Secret Songs

Systemized (X.nes vs. Pico) (move before the transition after Overdue)

Pasta Partners (Mr. L and X.nes vs. Pico) (beat Systemized)

Unbeatable (The Commercial Gang) (beat the game)

Sonic Zone 1 - Dangerous Depths (Sonic CD secrets and official SEGA characters)

Secrets of Sonic CD

Endless (Majin Sonic) (Focus ability from Undying Phoenix is unlocked after this song)

Gotta Go (Batman Sonic)

Kickin' It (MC Sonic)

Alternate Hedgehogs

Waterfall (Ashura vs. Tails)

Chaos (Fleetway Super Sonic)

Phantasm (Fleetway Super Sonic vs. Fleetway Sonic)

Showdown (Terios vs. Benjamin and Sonic)

Schoolhouse (Schoolhouse Sonic) (from Vs. Speed.GIF)

Revival (Extra Life vs. Fleetway Tails)

Peek-a-Boo (Possessed Amy Rose)

Bigger Threats

Barrel'd (The Annoying Barrel vs. Sonic and Tails) (from Vs. Sonic.EXE - Megadrive Mix)

Syndrome (Surge the Tenrec)

Memphis (Mephiles the Dark)

Who will ever feel the sunshine?

Sunshine (Tails Doll)

Soulless (Soulless DX version) (Slasher Tails Doll)

Sonic Zone 2 - Nostalgic Necropolis (Classic EXEs/Sonic Creepypastas)

Retro Pastas Zone

Time Attack (Sonic/Sonic.exe (Ordinary Sonic)) (from RERUN)

Freedom (The SONIC (Chinelin) entities vs. Sonic and Benjamin)

Inside the Walls (Sally Anderson vs. Grace)

Acceptance (Cyber/Genocide City Robotnik)

Last Chance (Zalgo (Sonic2.exe Trilogy) vs. Sonic and Tails)

Bitter Ending (Robotnik vs. Sonic (Sonic 2 Friendship) (This song has two endings depending on the miss count)

Deferment (Blue Pendrive Sonic vs. Skid and Pump) (intended for Legacy)

Retro Killers Zone

God's Will (Bratwurst Sonic.exe)

My New Plaything (Woody.exe / Respiro) (from Toys' Madness Friday)

Nightmare Beginning (Exetior) (from FNF.EXE Trilogy)

God Killer (Exeller (SoH)) (from FNF SoH Round 2)

Phantom Annihilation (Phaton and Talrareth (Shifted Reality))

Retribution (Exruby/Moiraio (The Destiny EXE) vs. Sonic and Benjamin)

EMPTY_ROOM Zone

Subterfuge (2017 X vs. Tails) (from Legacy)

Assurance (2017 X vs. Benjamin)

Sonic Zone 3 - Safety Savestate (Non-Hostile Characters)

A Zone That Is Fun

Milk (Sunky)

Cereal (Sunky and Silly)

Unusual Rivals

Substantial (X-Terion)

Funni (Sonk vs. Skid and Pump)

REROY (Reroy) (from RERUN)

A Raw Jam (Sonic.RAW)

Friendly Beings

Specialities (Roze)

Hedge (Hog)

Warrior (Exester (The Glitch Chaos))

Cutting Room Floor (Unused (Nominal Dingus)) (from Blood Deal)

Make Haste (Hasty)

Sonic Zone 4 - Wacky Whirlwind (New Millennium+ Oddballs and Villains)

Memes and Classics

Personel (Coldsteel)

Too Fest (Sanic) (Executable Entourage version)

Shockwave (XS Sonic) (from Soulless DX: Milk & Cereal DLC)

Sonic Kills You And You Die (Google Maps Sonic.exe) (from RERUN)

Robbery (Rob In) (from Soulless DX: Milk & Cereal DLC)

Silly Parodies

I AM SEGA (Sonic vs. Tails (Sonic Shorts))

Odd Happenings (Oddshow Sonic)

Chilli Dogs (TerminalMontage Sonic / Chillidogs)

Think Fast (The Hues of Metal)

Adaptational Monsters

Twisted (Secret History Tails vs. Benjamin and SH!Sonic) (from RERUN)

Amnesia (Lost Memory Sonic)

Lost Hero (Miles vs. Sonic) (Where Was My Hero...?)

Unleashed (Nazo)

Strange Twists

Post-Mortem (NES Eggman vs. NES Sonic vs. Vinesauce Joel) (from RERUN UST)

Benjamin's Dilemma (BoomBusterBB Sonic.exe)

Sonic Zone 4.5 - Analog Alpine (Analog Horrors and non-EXE terrors)

Love Crafts Zone

Round-A-Bout (Needlem0use Sarah)

Twin Flames (Speedduo64 Sonics)

Lost Cartridge Zone (@jordangaming101)

Initiation (Goldman)

Ardenti Memorias (Sonath)

Ultima Spe (James/Metal Sonic)

The Grieving Zone

Uh Oh! (Demogri)

Haze (Griatos)

Sonic Zone 5 - Bloody Base (Modern Terrors)

Normal Threats Zone

Melting (Melthog)

Fatality (Fatal Error)

No Peace (Crimtake)

Spreading Assimilation (The Shifter)

Below the Depths (Sink)

2sday (Requital vs. Pico) (from Soulless DX: Goalpost DLC)

Other Threats Zone

Stranger Danger (Stranger vs. Skid and Pump)

Hell Reaper (Outbreak Malware Threat vs. Martha Mearest)

Chromatic (Chromophobiac vs. Senpai)

Intermission (Villains X)

Other non-EXEs Zone

Third Party (Piracy Sonic)

Evergreen (End/Returnal/Green Mountain Sonics)

The False Altar

Blackened Sky (Faker / Black Sun) (Faker/Eclipse)

Deathrun (Eclipse)

Sonic Zone 6 - Harrowing "Home" (SonicPC / Soulless Sonic) (all songs from Lord X Wrath except "Vessel")

The Prelude

Vessel (Lord X vs. Alan)

Castle Exterior

Sagas (Lord X)

Broken (Lord X and Alice)

Torment (Lord X)

Desires v2 (Yokubo, the Guardian of Temptation)

Castle Interior

Gatekeepers (Lord X and the Guardians)

Fate (Lord X and Illusion Grace and Pico)

The Grand Finale

Act I: Goalpost in Sight

Ashes to Ashes (Xenophanes vs. Pico)

Like Old Times (?????.??? and Tails Doll vs. Benjamin) (from FNF.EXE Trilogy)

Multi Rounds (SonicClone, MD-X, GenesiX, Corrupthog and FileName0X vs. Grace)

The "Final" Battle

All-Stars (Ultra M, Omega, LG, W4R, Y0SH, WA7X and TO4 vs. Benjamin, Grace and Pico)

fakebaby/RealAdult (No More Innocence vs. Daniel Dearest)

Act II: A Second Chance

Station Square

Carnage (King_Ruthless vs. Benjamin and Pico)

Vista (Chaotix vs. Benjamin and Pico) (from Illegal Instruction)

Deception (Requital (Rematch) vs. Benjamin and Pico)

Burning (Genesγs vs. Benjamin)

Mystic Ruins

Gamebreaker (DX vs. Pico) (from Breaker Bundle)

Recalcitrant (PDS!Curse vs. Benjamin)

Sinful Prayer (Hyper-Accurate vs. Benjamin and Pico) (from RERUN)

Blind Love (Girl vs. Benjamin)

Facing Yourself/Silly Billy (Lookalike vs. Benjamin) (beat Blind Love to access)

Final Egg (you can skip straight here if you wish to)

Farming Viper (Caffrin the Gamer Girl vs. Pico and Benjamin)

YOU NEED TO LEAVE

Her World (Luther vs. Benjamin vs. Sarah)

Act III: Benjamin WILL Pass

A Path to Deicide

Tetrabrachial (SL4SH vs. Fatal Error)

Placation (Requital vs. SL4SH and Fatal Error)

Apochronal (Majin Sonic vs. SL4SH and Fatal Error)

The Crystalline Deicide

Omnipresent (Tails Doll, Soul Tails, Exruby/Moiraio, Soul Knuckles, Xenophanes, Soul Eggman, Lord X and Eclipse vs. Benjamin and Pico)

Endgame (Xenophanes, EYX, Devil Tails Doll, Fearful X and Metal.exe vs. Benjamin and Pico (and Grace))

Deicide (Xenophanes and the souls vs. SL4SH, Fatal Error, Requital and Majin Sonic)

Deal... or No MORE Deals?

Cataclysm (Super Horror Mario, Lumpy Touch Mario and Infection Mario vs. Benjamin)

Lost Wonder (Ultra M/Victim #1/Madeline vs. Benjamin, Grace and Pico)

Act IV: The Final Round

Tua Vera Fata (Xenophanes, IHY Luigi, Scorched and Emperor M vs. Madeline, IHY Mario, Hog and Boyfriend)

Triple Appear V2 (MX, Lord X and Mr. L vs. Benjamin, Grace and Pico)

Final Escape (Xenophanes vs. Benjamin, Madeline and the restored victims)

#sonic exe #sonic the hedgehog #spider verse #sth #sonic #sonic fandom #sth au #sonic au #spider man #friday night funkin #fnf mario's madness #vs sonic.exe #mario mix

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 3 months

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OC Interview!

No one tagged me but I saw it enough times on my TL to want to do it!

Name: Victoria Isabelle Callahan

Nickname: "Whiskey" in uniform. "Vicky" for family and friends. "Tori" and "Toria" for girl friends.

Gender: She/Her

Star Sign: Scorpio ♏⭐ / Sheep 🐑🇨🇳 / Type B 🅱️🩸/ Snake 🐍🪶

Personality (alignment) type: True Neutral (she's a war criminal folks, she's not 'Good' by any measurable amount just like all of COD operators!)

Height: 5.8ft (1,72m)

Orientation: Bisexual but doesn't talk about it.

Nationality/Ethnicity: American from Tennessee w/ southern accent (although her great-grandparents were Irish immigrants who fled to Iowa during WW1).

Fave Fruit: Yellow peaches, preferably fresh, but she'll demolish a whole can of factory peaches if she feels like it.

Fave Season: Summer. Period.

Fave Flower: Tulips. She goes ham when she sees those pictures of the tulip fields in Holland.

Fave Scent: Coffee (she sniffs her coffee cups before drinking them, that's how much she likes the scent) followed closely by Vanilla.

Coffee, Tea, or HC: Coffee but only ever if it has milk in it. (When she makes it for herself, she has a tendency to pour milk until she gets to a specific shade of brown (4D/3E in this chart) despite the fact she'll drink it with less or more milk than that just fine).

Average Hours of Sleep: No. (In all honestly, she's very sleep deprived, like any of her squadmates, it's just part of soldier life. 5 hours a night is sometimes 'plenty').

Dog or Cat Person: Cat person ("They're self-sufficient!").

Dream Trip: A little quaint cottage in the woods for 2 weeks where she gets no signal and therefore no one can bother her.

Favourite Fictional/Real Character: Gordon Ramsay (she's not a 'fan' but she enjoys watching reruns of his shows and falls asleep to 'IT'S FUCKIN' RAW!' all the time).

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: Three. Any less than that and the woman freezes to death.

Random Fact: She crochets. (The repetitive motion helps her wind down).

tags: none! no pressure!

#original character #oc: victoria “whiskey” callahan

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the-monkey-ruler · 1 year

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Havoc in Heaven (1961) 大鬧天宮

Director: Wan Laiming

Screenwriter: Li Kewei / Wan Laiming

Starring: Qiu Yuefeng / Fu Runsheng / Bi Ke / Shang Hua / Yu Ding / more...

Genre: Drama / Animation / Fantasy / Costume

Official website: https://site.douban.com/136555/

Country/Region of Production: Mainland China

Language: Mandarin Chinese

Date: 1961(Mainland China) / 1964(Mainland China) / 1978(Mainland China) / 2012-01-11 (3D version in mainland China) / 2017-10-13 (2D rerun in mainland China)

Duration: 113 minutes / 44 minutes (Part 1) / 69 minutes (Part 2) / 84 minutes (40th Anniversary Edition) / 90 minutes (3D version) / 88 minutes (2D version)

Also known as: Havoc in Heaven Part 2 / 大闹天宫上下集 / The Monkey King / Havoc in Heaven / Uproar in Heaven / 大闹天宫

IMDb: tt0059855 / tt11941418

Type: Retelling

Summary:

It is said that there is a mountain of flowers and fruits in the Aolai country of the east, and a stone monkey on the mountain absorbs the sun's essence and moonlight and turns into a god monkey (voiced by Qiu Yuefeng), commanding the monkey grandsons in the mountain. In order to obtain a satisfactory treasure, the god monkey Sun Wukong sneaked into the Dragon Palace, and forcefully begged Golden Cudgel of the Sea God Needle from the King of East China Sea when he was controlling the water. The Dragon King of the East China Sea (Bi Keyin) was unwilling, so he appealed the matter to the Jade Emperor (Furun Shengyin).

The Jade Emperor ordered Taibai Jinxing (Shang Huayin) to recruit from the lower realms, and to give him a title. Unaware of the fraud, Sun Wukong went happily, but found that it was BiMawen who was in charge of raising horses. Realizing that he had been cheated, Sun Wukong angrily smashed the horse fence, destroy the peach feast, Return to Flower Fruit Mountain and claim to be the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. As a result, there was a thrilling battle with a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals...

This film is adapted from the story in the classic "Journey to the West". It took 4 years to create, and won the Special Short Film Award at the Karlovy Vary International Film Festival in Czechoslovakia in 1962, the Outstanding Film Award at the London International Film Festival in 1978, and the 1982 Film Award at the London International Film Festival. The third prize of the 4th Ecuador International Children's Film Festival, and the Best Art Film Award of the 2nd Chinese Film "Hundred Flowers Awards".

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Havoc_in_Heaven

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu0XosgxCyU

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lcvergrl · 4 days

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❝ When I was a kid, people used to make fun of me for eating chapstick. Well . . . if I wasn't supposed to eat it, why'd they make it taste so good? ❞

Seline is a villager who lives in Pelican Town who is often chatty and adventurous, loves art, and always gets injured. She works at the Blacksmith most days between 9am to 4pm and has a busy social life. She goes to Zuzu City on Fridays and has weekends off. She’s available to marry.

Monday, Wednesday

9am — she wakes up 30 minutes before she is scheduled to work , rushes through a half - baked morning routine ( wash face, moisturize + spf, lipgloss, go ). she shows up late most days but especially on monday. 10:30am — ever the silly little drink enthusiast, seline takes an inappropriately long morning break to find a caffeinated, syrupy concoction. she also picks up a Little Treat to make herself feel better for being late ( again ). if she's low on funds, she'll trot back to her house & make a drink there. she might throw on some eyeliner and mascara if she's feeling like it. during this 15-20 minutes, seline is hard to find. 1pm — by now, she's hungry for a Bigger Treat and finds somewhere to eat lunch. on nice days she will throw something together at 1am the night before & eat it outside. if she's super busy or inspired, she'll eat it at work and doodle. sometimes, she'll make her way over to wherever ( or whoever ) has something to eat. 4pm — home to shower, change into something more comfortable, and waste time. on nice days, she takes the long way home. she might go around and visit some of the residents or lolly-gag near the icecream stand. 5 pm — seline makes her way to her shed-turned-art studio and gets to work on her newest creation. 9 pm — she finishes up, goes inside for a late supper, does her quick 4 step skin care routine and some light chores. 12 am — seline is in bed reading fanfiction, trying to get her brain to shut up so she can sleep for work tomorrow !

Tuesday, Thursday

9am to 5pm is the same as monday and wednesday. after work, however, she will make a point to go to the beach and search for seaglass. 6pm onwards — seline is open for interactions and different plans. if unplanned for, seline will go to the skatepark and hangout with her sketchbook.

Friday

8am — seline wakes up disgustingly early ( for her ) with a lot of excitement. she packs a small bag with her daily essentials ( peach lip gloss, water bottle, spf, emergency hat + umbrella, phone charger, headphones ). she eats a big breakfast. 9am to 6pm — she packs up all of the glass creations she has completed this week and makes her way to zuzu city where she drops them off at a few shops she has consignment agreements with. she also puts up a few posters about her commissions. if she has time, she will stick around and shop or visit some art galleries, but she mostly tries to stick to her plan. 7pm onwards — seline either has other plans or you can find her at the stardrop saloon, socializing or sitting down and sketching some new ideas to get up to this weekend.

Saturday

this day is completely free for seline, but she sleeps in extra and then explores the valley for materials she can create art with. there are many-a-trip to the beach for sea glass hunting & she often goes by the general store to bug maude if they're working or look through the recycling bins for glass bottles.

Sunday

seline cannot be found anywhere besides her workshop from dusk til dawn. you'd have to be very special for her to spend time with you on a sunday. on the occasional day where seline does not have muse, she might have a "self care day" and spend the entire time in a blanket fort in her bedroom watching reruns.

#dew.task002 #[ seline ; development ]

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cometcrystal · 2 years

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b/c schultz’ art style is so limited, it’s hard to put defining characteristics on the characters, but is there any specific apperance headcanons you have for the characters?

oh of COURSE

charlie brown - ik he technically has hair but i am looking away i do not see it. i think he has a LITTLE hair but its a very light blonde peach fuzz. you'd think he would style it with a dad who is a barber but no he likes to keep his hair buzzed. he's also heavyset and about average height

sally - nothing in particular but she's got the same build as her brother, just a bit shorter. always wearing colorful makeup as soon as her parents permit it

lucy - this bitch is SHORT and she is mad about it. shes the shortest one in the gang. ofc she's got the van pelt eye wrinkles but i also think a trait of theirs is a round nose.

linus - a little shorter than charlie brown but not by much

schroeder - tall string bean. terrible posture ofc. has some acne. an almost-perpetual resting bitch face

peppermint patty - she gets a mullet when she gets to high school. look into your heart. you know it to be true.

rerun - the tallest of the van pelt sibs. ALSO he wears glasses. im giving him that because linus had them at one point but then never wore them again, and rerun sometimes needs something to distinguish him from his brother

violet - the only thing i have for her is that she has green eyes. idk why but i want her eyes to be green

if someone's not listed it bc i dont have a specific image set in my head for them other than what we're given in canon. i also don't have any race headcanons for anyone and am open to all interpretations as far as that goes

#peanuts #happiness is a meta tag #charles schulz #snoopy #the peanuts

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seirosu · 2 years

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@fellstcr || dreamscape (rerun)

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ mother sothis came to fódlan from those very stars above, and chose this land out of infinite other possibilities to call home; tonight the nabateans pay homage to the divine lights of the skies above and burn fire so that they too may shine. the sounds of the midsummer star festival can be heard throughout the city as candles adorn window ledge and steps of homes. flames dance, and so do the people on their way to the bonfire at city center. even at dusk, summer in zanado was a blistering heat, not unlike the flame of their creator mother.

under starlight, this city of ghosts comes back to life!

rhea... somehow remembers this night. she’d scraped her knee a bloody mess after tripping in dance, an injury that miraculously left no scar-- par the course for the immaculate, the healers would later sigh in hushed circles. her luck was unlike any other’s. but now, much older and far wiser... rhea simply sits on the eastern temple’s steps sucking the sticky sweetness of a finished peach tart from her fingers as story fills the courtyard and dragons fill the skies above in circling packs.

“bravo, bravo--” palms meet in jubilee, as the storyteller finishes recounting the tale of their mother’s arrival and sets aflame the bonfire, announcing the band to commence, “-- the star called fódlan, may it shine!!”

#fellstcr #˖ ✧ ic » ( from nowhere came the age of the cathedrals )#isola event: dreamscape rerun #i kinda got carried away thinking of a memory so lmk if this is too specific!!#or if i mess up lore or anything bc tbh u probs know 10x more lore than me lkdfjfggfshdh

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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chaos | csi miami ; r.wolfe

Authors Note: So I just kind of went ham with this one. It's not spicy, it's not smut but it's... whew. To set the tone here, throw on Go F*ck Yourself by Two Feet or pretty much any Hozier song, but most particularly, It Will Come Back. I uh.. I'd apologize for this little trippy thing I've done but honestly, am not sorry or ashamed. I watched a rerun recently with Ryan in it and yeah.. Here we are.

Also, this is written for @justmeandanoverdrive because they asked about this like... forever ago and today, the stars aligned and inspiration struck.

Warnings: Nothing, tbh. This one is family friendly. I mean despite what I feel is a very borderline kinda... heat? Sexual tension, yeah.. That's the only real warning. Maybe a swear here and there too.

Tag List: So ah.. there's nobody on any of my tag lists. So no tags aside from @justmeandanoverdrive because this was kind of something they asked for way back when.

Other Stuff: tag list doc | pinned - the rules and stuff

“The heat is out again.” the sound of her voice, a quiet and melodic drawl he could listen to all day if given the choice, that’s what drew him out of his own mind and the neat stacks of paperwork lining the desk in front of him. He glanced over at her because he thought she was talking to him at first and this presented a whole other set of challenges for him because now he had to try not to stare too long or too hard.

Kind of hard when she had her hair piled up on her head and she was holding a water bottle to the back of her neck and all Ryan could think about was the way it would feel to dance his lips over the graceful delicate slope of skin there. Skin that looked too soft. That maybe he was dying to touch.

He shifted in his seat and she glanced up from the machine she stood in front of and for a good six seconds, they locked eyes. When her tongue dragged the outline of peach colored lips it was all Ryan could do to keep any manner of unholy noises from leaving his mouth because if that happened, he’d be fucked.

Delko was in the room with them and Delko absolutely loved to tease and rail him about his newest crush on their newest lab assistant. A crush that in the short span of two months had already made him almost fall up a flight of stairs, nearly pour burning hot coffee all over his hand when she walked into the break room in a new skirt and heels that were definitely nothing short of a distraction. A crush that constantly had him either saying the wrong thing or worse, rendering him totally incapable of any kind of speech at all on the rare occasion she did have a reason to speak to him.

The stare off continued between them and when he saw her do it, he thought he might have imagined it at first.. The way pouty lips curved upward into this little smirk.. The wink directly following.

Then she was looking down again, scowling at the machine in front of her as it began to beep obnoxiously. “Stupid freaking printer, come on…” she whined out loud.

Eric caught sight of him watching her and he nearly doubled over laughing. Until he couldn’t hold it in any longer and he wandered over. Pausing by Ryan’s desk as he nodded to her turned back.

“You’ve got it bad man. So bad. I didn’t think it was possible but I think you might have it worse than me when I first met Calleigh.”

Ryan rolled his eyes. Grumbled under his breath and then reminded Eric about the whole fiasco with Sam. Or worse, when he actively tried to pursue Natalia.

Eric glanced from her back to his co-worker. “I dunno man. You haven’t seen the way she looks at you when you’re not looking. You didn’t see her nearly choke on water when we were out at the pier and she happened to be there on her day off and you dove in to grab the evidence the perp threw in. When you took off your shirt, man..” Eric chuckled, shaking his head and Ryan gaped, mouth opening and closing.

If Eric weren’t a known joker Ryan would’ve allowed himself a sliver of hope. But Eric was a known joker and hope wasn’t a luxury Ryan Wolfe felt he could afford.

“I’m gonna get back to my area. Stop staring and do something, Wolfe.. For fucks sake. Watching you both watch each other is giving the rest of us some serious blue balls and frustration.”

Eric wandered away and she made her way back towards her desk. Ryan stood because he’d been about to go over and grab some papers he left out on that side of the room earlier and what happened as a result was the two of them meeting in the middle.

Body to body, with her tilting her head a little to look up at him, black framed glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose until she pushed them back up into place. “Sorry.” her tone was quiet, just a notch above a whisper.

That melodic drawl he could fucking hear in his dreams.

“It’s okay.” he answered, swallowing down a lump in his throat as he felt himself slipping. Getting lost in the depth of her eyes. Noting how up close, they seemed to shift colors depending on the lighting.

Or maybe that was just him and he was just a giant freaking sap. Either way.

They went to step away but it didn’t work, they wound up stepping close all over again. Seconds of sheepish laughter died away and they were both back to the staring. Until she finally shattered the crackling tension in the air all around them when she spoke up. “Baby blue makes your eyes pop.” she observed before turning on black stiletto heels and walking back across the room to her own desk.

Ryan’s brow raised because he happened to be wearing a white button up today. Then it hit him. He had been wearing the baby blue one the day before. And when that hit him, his concentration was absolutely fucking shot for the rest of the day.

Gone. Out a window.

–

There were exactly fifteen minutes left on the clock. It was Friday. It had been a reasonably slow day. Almost languid in terms of both actual crimes to investigate and the heat waiting outside the precinct.

The team had gone out on a last minute call and this left her all alone in the office. Given that she was able to finally control the music playing while she tried to focus on filing the rest of the paperwork and lab reports that needed to go out by that coming Monday, she had Hozier playing quietly.

The heels of death sat abandoned by the desk she hardly sat at because she liked to roam. Work literally anywhere but the desk assigned to her. She’d never been very good at being still. Or patience.

And she liked to work in the general vicinity of a certain CSI.

She definitely enjoyed the view.

Work Song gave way to It Will Come Back and under her breath, she hummed along. Slamming shut the vanilla colored folder in front of her labeled AUTOPSY as she took a deep breath and leaned her head back against the drawer to the desk she sat on the floor in front of.

“You have a desk, woman.” Eric teased gently. She glanced up and shrugged. Blowing at errant strands of hair as it flopped back down into her eye for the millionth time in a day.

Next time she thought she wanted bangs, she thought to herself, the answer is no.. no she didn’t.

“Who put on Hozier?”

The question came from Natalia and when she raised her hand without looking up at the dark haired woman, Calleigh and Natalia shared a look.

If the staring and the awkwardness around each other wasn’t blinding and obvious that their new girl was clearly perfect for Ryan, the fact that they both had similar tastes in music and food was just extra proof.

It Will Come Back faded out to River by Bishop Briggs and she could feel the eyes of her female coworkers' eyes fix on her as she continued to file paperwork while singing along. She laid down her pen and looked up.

And almost as if he’d been summoned by God himself, Ryan Wolfe walked in the door of the room. And he glanced around at the various stacks and piles of paperwork spread here and there, the discarded shoes just beside his own feet discarded beside a perfectly functional desk that for whatever reason she seemed absolutely hell bent on not using.. He was staring again.

Biting his lip as he studied her intently. Eyes locked on every single twirl the strand of hair around her fingertip made as she twisted it around.

A mint bubble popped against plump lips almost obnoxiously, shattering the daze he found himself in and without anything else to say, he pointed out what Eric had no less than ten minutes prior before he finally came up. “You have a perfectly good desk.”

“Chaos.” she responded with another one of those little smiles and for the second time, a wink. We Fell in Love in October started to play and she pulled herself off the floor, gathering her papers and the folders as she made her way over to the big table in the middle of the room.

The one closest to his desk.

Eric was giving him that look again. The one that screamed “Do something now or so help me fucking God.”

But all Ryan could do was glance over at her, watch her as she placed papers into folders and stacked the folders neatly on top of each other. A hand on the back of his neck as he tried and failed at finding a way to proceed next..

–

He was almost to his car at the end of his shift when he felt a tap to his shoulder and he turned around. She stood there, one hand on her hip and the other tangled in her hair. Her head tilted just a little. Enough that his eyes zeroed in on that graceful curve formed by neck meeting shoulder and he gulped because suddenly, all the oxygen in his brain was flowing downwards, gathering in his cock instead.

The absolute last place it needed to go. He hadn’t had one of these awkward boner situations since he was at least seventeen and now that it was happening again, he wanted to kick himself.

She never should’ve gotten down beneath his skin this much. But he tried to put a stop to it so many times. Too many times.

“Why don’t you ever come out for drinks with everyone else?”

Ryan’s mouth opened and closed.

“It’s ah.. Not really my thing.”

She pouted a little and he started to object, but he figured this was just another of their bizarre little run ins and she’d get tired which meant she’d walk away. To his surprise, she didn’t.

Instead, she studied him for a few seconds. “What is your thing?” she asked just when the silence was thick enough to choke.

“I..” Ryan stammered, his brain promptly flat-lining.

“Because we can do whatever it is.” she gave him this cute little pleading look. That soft and delicate hand gripped his wrist just above the watch he’d gotten himself two years ago as a treat for kicking his gambling habit.

His eyes settled on the way her hand circled his wrist for a second or two and he floundered for words. Anything.

Her stomach growled and he remembered that he hadn’t seen her eat anything other than a Kind energy bar earlier. “Hungry?.” He questioned.

She giggled a little. Nodded in agreement. “So you’ll take me somewhere with food, hm?” she gave him this cute little pleading look as she dangled a set of keys at him. “You drive. I’m still um.. Not really used to traffic out here. Got lost trying to go back to my apartment last week.”

He took the keys after seeing the headlights on a Challenger Hellcat flash in the same row he was parked on. “Okay.” he finally mumbled. As he reached to take the keys, she closed his hand around his.

And her hand lingered there.

“I’m flirting with you, Ryan.” she muttered, a voice filled with honey. Sultrier. It was almost as if the scenario had been ripped right out of his dreams but he’d die before admitting it. Heat lightning lit up the sky for a second or two and Ryan cleared his throat. “Wait..” he muttered, the words he’d been about to say dying on the way to leave his mouth. He caught up to her, stopping her in front of the passenger door of her car. Stepping closer, the realization of just how much shorter than him she happened to be taking over and leaving him a little stunned for a few seconds because while he’d noticed absolutely everything about her before.. He hadn’t noticed just how much shorter she happened to be.

Their bodies brushed against each other and her back met the exterior of the car as she bit her lip and gazed up at him, waiting.

Time felt frozen.

Everything going on around them seemed to melt away, right along with her inhibitions and she knew exactly what she wanted to do. She knew she wasn’t going to settle for anything less than having him all to herself.

She reached up and threaded her finger beneath his tie, tilting her head to look up at him.

More heat lightning crackled overhead, lighting up the sky in a brilliantly colored jagged streak. “I can stop.. If it bothers you, I mean.” she mumbled quietly after having enough time to think and coming to the conclusion that maybe she’d been just a little more forward than whatever he might be used to.

“No,no. No.” Ryan’s words tumbled out on top of each other. The shock was giving way to quite the healthy rush. She leaned against him just a little, glancing up. “Can we get somewhere with food? I’m starving and these heels are kind of killing my feet.”

He chuckled and reached behind her, pulling her closer to him and away from the door so that he could find the handle and open it. She slipped down into the passenger seat and me made his way around, getting into the driver seat. As the car roared to life, so did her radio and unsurprisingly enough, Hozier was playing again.

Ryan chuckled. “I thought this guy was an acquired taste. That’s what Eric tells me every time I ride with him and try to listen to it.”

“And he calls himself the sexy one. Weird.” she giggled as she said it, locking eyes with him for a second or two as he pulled out of the parking spot, an arm behind her headrest as he looked behind him to make sure nothing was coming.

The drive to the diner he usually grabbed food at on his way back to his place was a quiet one. Her humming softly along with the radio. Him covertly watching her out of the corner of his eye while still trying to process the whole awe at what was happening.

This was one of those rare cases were being wrong about something felt so,so,so good.

–

“This is you.” she pouted as Ryan brought her car to a stop beside the spot he’d parked his own in. He got out and so did she, making her way around the front of her car until they stood beside his vehicle. “I had a great time.” he muttered, stepping close all over again. Just enough that their bodies were touching again.

It’d been like that all night long. Little touches. Accidental bumps against each other. Holding his hand over the table. Leaning against him when they went for a walk around the block the diner was located on just for the randomness of it.

She rose up, gripping his tie. His hands settled on her hips and he pulled her up a little more, his mouth inching in, closing against velvet soft pouty lips as her arms raised and wrapped around his neck and she melted against him entirely. They pulled apart after a kiss so long it felt like they were breathing for each other at the end of it and she licked swollen lips. “The night doesn’t have to be over, Ryan..” she mumbled quietly, almost immediately blushing under the dim glow of the overhead light closest to them.

“It doesn’t, hm?” he questioned, his hand skimming up and down her back as he gazed down at her.

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grumpygreenwitch · 1 year

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The Fairy and the Prince #20 + #21 + #22

Part 1 - Part 2 - Parts 3 & 4 - Part 5 - Part 6, 7 & 8 - Part 9 & 10 - Part 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 & 16 - Part 17, 18, & 19 - Part 20, 21 & 22 - Part 23, 24, 25 & 26 - Part 27, 28, 29 & 30 - Part 31, 32, 33 & 34 - Part 35, 36 & 37 - Part 38, 39, 40 & 41 - Part 42 & 43 - Part 44 & 45 - Part 46 & 47 - Part 48, 49, 50 & 51 - Part, 52, 53 & 54 - Part 55 & 56 - Part 57, 58, 59 & 60 - Part 61, 62, 63, 64 & 65 - Part 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71 & 72

Originally posted 11/16/2022. Don’t forget, there’s also an update tonight, in addition to the rerun.

Autumn came, and with it William’s seventeenth birthday. Unlike Adam’s parents, William’s family did want to at least look like they gave a damn about the son they’d placed on the bloody altar of the Dowager Queen’s curse. They sent what was needed so he could host a small dinner for whatever friends and allies he’d made, and a gift of a fine jousting saddle. Adam was invited, and found himself the youngest once again; it made him think wistfully on what time he had spent at the palace. They ribbed him about his desire never to come to the crown, of course, and he accepted the teasing gracefully. They wondered why he lingered in the palace, if he truly had no intention of claiming the throne. Adam fully admitted to them that he would stay even after someone took the throne; he wanted nothing to do with the parents who’d thrown him into such a mess. Once there were a King, he’d be free to swear fealty, and perhaps they ought to get hopping to it?

It brought wry laughs because they could all too readily see his plight in their own, and they returned to making William’s birthday as memorable as they could.

Full of good food, warmed by strangely unexpected cheer and wobbling a little from too much sherry, brandy, and other rich liquors, Adam found himself unwilling and unable to tolerate the walls of the palace. He found his way to a bench in a nearby garden and flopped down on it with a groan that said he’d learned his lesson well: only two servings of roasted stuffed goose with peach glaze next time. Three, tops.

A crack of thunder woke him up so violently he fell off the stone bench, crashing down to the ground with a stinging impact, drenched by a freezing, torrential downpour that had failed to rouse him even as it chilled him to the bone. He sat up, panting as if he’d run for miles. His head was pounding with the aftereffects of too much liquor, and the food had gone to a stone in his gut.

There was someone walking along the lawn. Adam roused to his feet, feeling sick to his heart. In the light of a lightning bolt he saw it, clear as if it were daylight, indelibly etched in his mind and his memory: someone was walking across the green grass with the jerking, rigid motions of a puppet, pulled and pushed this way and that by its strings. On a second flash of light Adam realized that whoever they were, they were not alone: another figure, lithe and slender, a ghost of fog, a shape drawn in raindrops and wind, was dancing around them.

“Hey,” he croaked, his voice strangled by fear and drowned by the rain. He took a few uncertain steps forward.

The whispering voices of the water-spouts called out his name. They were full of warnings.

“Keep talking,” he urged them. “Keep calling my name. Please. So I won’t forget it.”

They sang his name, all of them, an endless echo powered by the violent rain, and Adam gasped for breath, unaware that he’d been all but drowning until that moment. “Hey!” he shouted.

Lightning answered. The swirling thing around the walking figure came to a standstill.

Adam walked. He ran. “Hey, stop!”

The thing of rain and wind and fog began to dance and circle again, and the walker jerked forward. Adam slid on the grass and the mud. “Stop! Leave him alone! Let him b-!” He skid to a halt, mouth open, every thought and emotion gone to a jumble and a knot in his heart.

Prince Rickard stared back at him, and took another step toward the woods. “Adam,” the older prince croaked. He’d just become eighteen late in spring. “Adam, help me.” Another step.

Adam realized, with the most profound horror, that Rickard was aware. He knew exactly what his body was doing, there in the rain. He was wearing a shirt and pants, but no boots, no coat. He’d been ready to go to bed, likely relaxing in his room, when the Prince in the Woods had sent his emissary to summon this newest sacrifice. And try as he might, and the older prince was very much trying, not all his terror and hate, not all his rage and ruthless determination, not one jot of his willingness to kill for the crown was helping him. His feet carried him one step closer to the woods, looming immense and black before them, alien and menacing as Adam had only once before known them to be.

“Rickard, stop.”

“I can’t,” the prince wheezed.

“Why should you,” the thing of rain and fog whispered, and Adam saw her clearly at last, beautiful and deadly, inhumanly so in every regard. She wore a maid’s shape, and next to her Arditty would have looked plain and forgettable. She had pale eyes and wind-tossed hair, and sometimes she wore fine courtly clothing and sometimes nothing at all. “Come, prince, my prince. Come. Are you not now a man? Should a man not be a king?” Her lips brushed against Rickard’s cheek and the older prince made a high sound of terror and revulsion.

“Leave him alone!” Adam shouted at her, and she laughed at him, high and cold and cruel. “Rickard, stop!”

“I can’t.” Through the sodden shirt Adam could see that Rickard was truly trying. Every muscle on the older prince’s body was standing out starkly, to no avail. He’d taken three more steps already on his way. “Adam, strike me, break my legs, do something. Stop me. Help me, please.”

“What’s to help, oh, what’s to help, prince, my prince?” She tangled up around him as intimately as a lover in bed, running her hands and her too-sharp fingers through Rickard’s rain-plastered hair. “Have you not lied, cheated, schemed for this crown you wish to claim? Have you not killed, have you not spilled blood, oh, blood, warm and rich.” She licked along the side of Rickard’s neck, who closed his eyes tightly and fought his head away. She spun around him in a flash of lightning, laughing. “Is this not what you have always wanted, prince, my prince, my sweet, delicious prince?”

Adam saw the treeline far too close, and shadows like wolves prowling along the edges. “Rickard,” he said at last. “Rickard, answer her.”

“Help me,” the older prince croaked. “Adam, please.” Nothing remained of the bully, of the older boy, sure of his strength and his cold machinations. There was only a terrified young man trapped by a power entirely beyond his understanding.

“Rickard, answer her!” Adam shouted. “Tell her! Tell her you don’t want the crown! Tell her you give it up -!” He had to throw himself back, crashing down on a heap in the muddy ground when the fairy maid lunged at him, hissing like a blizzard wind, her fingers gone to talons of ice. “They can’t take you if you do!”

Rickard fought to drag in a breath. Everything he’d done, everything he’d lost and sacrificed, every part of his heart and his soul that he’d cut away, came crashing down on him like the most terrible of avalanches. He’d thought it would all be worth it if he could only claim the crown. He’d never imagined it had all along been a contest he’d lost before he’d even begun. “I -” His voice strangled, gone to nothing; she’d closed her hands around his throat.

“Cheat!” Adam cried out. “You’re cheating!”

The rain cut off as if an ax had swung and murdered it. The wind went perfectly still. The fairy maid gasped and locked her pale white starlight eyes on the young prince. “You dare -!” All her power suddenly came to rest on him, bidding him be silent, bidding him be still.

Somewhere far behind him the spouts whispered his name, and Adam flicked his hair from his face and her power from his mind. “You’re cheating,” he told her sharply. “He has to take your test, but only if he wants the crown. You can’t make him if he doesn’t want it, and if you don’t let him choose, you’re cheating.”

“He wants it,” she hissed.

“You don’t speak for him.”

Something, immense and dark and so powerful it felt as if the night itself were speaking, did something at the edge of the woods. Growling, she released her grip on Rickard’s throat, and the older prince crashed down to his knees, coughing, breath rasping in and out of him erratically.

“Rickard,” Adam said. “Rickard, tell her. Tell her now, because we’re here and it’s about to be too late. Tell her.”

The older prince went down until his forehead touched the mud, and began to weep. “I,” he croaked, “do not want the crown.”

“Liar.” She coiled around Rickard like a snake. “You’ve killed for it. You’ve bleed for it. You’ve done everything for it.”

“I do not want the crown,” Rickard repeated, straightening up to his knees. “I forswear it. On my heart, on my life, on my blood, I renounce it. Let it go to someone else. I do not want it!” he shouted the last bit at her, his voice raw with all that he’d done and lost for a prize he could never have.

She went to pieces under the force of his voice, or so it seemed. One moment she was there, and the next they were alone in a patch of cold fog, two young men at the edge of the woods. The rain began to fall again, but this time it was just an autumn squall, cold and dreary, already losing strength.

Rickard went down again, hands curled to fists in the mud, and wept. Adam crawled over to him and wrapped his arms around his once-enemy, not knowing what else to do.

***

Prince Rickard went home the morning after, alone on his charger, after giving up his claim before the Dowager Queen. He was ashen and there were shadows like bruises under his eyes, but his voice was steady and his steps sure.

Adam watched him go, and went down to the edge of the woods. The rain had washed them clean, and there were birds flitting through the nearly naked branches, hunting down gifts of rosehips and slugs. “I do not want the crown, I surrender my claim to it,” he told the birds and the trees and an errant beetle, and waited.

A wood thrush sang somewhere in the woods. The beetle crashed against his boot and fell on its back; Adam bent down to right it, and looked at the autumn wilderness in exasperation. “Really, now. Do we have to wait until I’m eighteen? I know what I want.”

A breeze tore a few leaves from the trees and sent them spiraling down. Adam resisted the urge to stomp his foot in vexation; he was not a baby to be throwing a tantrum when balked. “Fine. Until I’m eighteen, then,” he declared, and went to find his friends.

***

The last few days of autumn were marred by Adam catching a terrible cold that the palace’s physicians couldn’t explain; it wasn’t as if the young prince had gone traipsing about in a freezing downpour an entire night, after all. He was left restless and unhappy in his bed, plucking at the blankets that were piled on him in an effort to break his fever. He tried to study, but he could barely focus on food, let alone reading. There was a bit of a nervous moment for his human friends when one of the healers came to give him his hourly medicine and the prince, half delirious, started calling out for people with very inhuman names.

Culli-maid went out to the woods after that, bundled up in a heavy shawl, carrying a basket with honey and bread and figs from the Royal hothouse, and a crispy roasted trout.

She needn’t have bothered with the offerings. Linden nearly ran her down when they saw her coming, their fingers tangled up in each other like the knotted roots of a surly tree. Needlemaw had heard from William that Adam was sick, but little else; all they otherwise knew was that Adam had been out on a Hunting Night. Culli’s news were far more welcomed, worrisome as they were, than any gift of honey. She was sent back with word to leave one of the windows in the prince’s rooms open. Boul looked deeply crestfallen at that; he was a troll, a creature of earth and water. Climbing was one thing he’d never learned, in all his years with his wild friends. Culli-maid solved that by sending Dane down with a wheelbarrow, ostensibly for firewood.

Adam woke up from a heavy, feverish sleep to the scent of linden flowers and a cool hand brushing back his hair. “Would you please,” he whispered hoarsely, “thank the water-spouts for me. They helped me more than they know.”

Linden couldn’t help but laugh. “What were you thinking, what were you doing?”

“I wasn’t thinking much,” Adam admitted. “I had five servings of stuffed goose and I think I drank half the bottle of blackberry brandy, and never, ever again.”

“Well, ‘tis a hard lesson learned, that, but a good one to learn,” Needlemaw’s voice purred low at him, full of wry amusement, as Linden sprawled on the bed next to their best friend.

He told them everything, these two disparate groups that had become the bonds of his life, strange as it was and stranger as it had become. He drowsed once in the middle of the telling, and then picked up the thread again as he woke up, unaware that he’d stopped. He slept again after that, only vaguely aware that the physicians had come back with his medicine; Culli-maid heard much of how the treatment was surely working, making the young prince biddable and meek.

When he woke up again the hearth was banked to rich red coals. Culli’s shawl and mending basket rested on the chair by the window, and the nearby study table was covered in books and scraps of well-worn parchment. Adam licked his lips and grimaced at the taste of bitter medicine, and heard a low, familiar chuckle. “You wouldn’t laugh if you had to drink it,” he muttered, grinning.

“I don’t get sick from the rain,” Linden replied, their voice low and cheerful.

Adam turned. He felt wrung out and exhausted, but clear-headed for the first time in forever. He gazed at the shattered, many-colored eyes. In the dark, Linden’s wild burst of gold-tipped white hair had slicked down, pressed close to their skull, and their features looked sharp and deeply inhuman in the gloom, sun-kissed to the color of a tree’s bark. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

“Ugh,” Linden replied, shifting in the immense bed and seeking out Adam’s hand so they could lace their fingers with the prince’s. “And you thinking you’re selfish.” When Adam smiled at that, they went on. “You’ll get better now, then?”

“I suppose. Anything so I don’t have to drink any more bitter tea.”

Linden snorted. “You could have let him go, you know. He’s been nothing but horrible to you.”

Adam rubbed at his mouth with the sleeve of his sleeping shirt. “Linden, lots of people are horrible to me. Lots more are always going to be horrible to me. That’s not my fault, it’s never going to be, but I can’t be horrible back just because. How exhausting would that be for nothing gained.” He licked his lips and grimaced at a lingering taste no rubbing could take away. “You should always start out being nice. I did. I didn’t stay nice for Rickard, but when he stopped picking fights I didn’t go looking for them. I didn’t want to be his friend, I just wanted him to leave me alone.”

“Did he?”

“Yes. The thing with being nice right off is, other people end up being nice back. Because they already were, or because they’re ashamed, or just because they’re tired of being mean, or a lot of other reasons. Rickard being nice was him leaving me alone, and I don’t mean the fighting. He could have just made me part of his schemes. He didn’t. And… Maybe, if things go the way everyone thinks they will, someone will be there, like I was for him.”

“I will be.”

“I think that would just scare me more. I’m used to the thought of me being in trouble. I don’t know what I’d do if it were you instead.” Adam paused. “Are you in trouble now? For being here after dark?”

“No. I told them I wouldn’t come back until I knew you were alright, and if they got in my way I wouldn’t come back at all.”

They laughed at that, their small bits of defiance, unaware or perhaps simply uncaring of the vastness of what they’d accomplished. Adam rubbed at his mouth once again and licked. “Ugh!”

“It’s stained your lips, too,” Linden pointed out.

“That’s probably why I can’t get rid of it. Wouldn’t have hurt them to put a bit of sugar in it.”

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something i’ve been working on, wherein jake and steven cross paths

It’s early morning, quiet and cool, when steven wakes up.

Shadows play on the bedsheets, and warmth spreads under his fingertips as he slides a hand across the divide in the bed. He doesn’t quite touch her, but the heat she radiates is enough to confirm for him that Layla is, indeed, still there.

He shuffles out from under the sheets clumsily, doing his best not to tug or upset them. Can’t be waking layla up at this hour, no sir.

The floorboards are cold, and send a jolt through his entire body. he reflexively scrunches his toes and face at the feeling. Walking on tiptoes it is.

The apartment is dark, cast in the grayish blue of just-before-dawn, and the gentle bubbling from the fishtank is masked partially by the atmospheric rumbling outside.

Steven checks the microwave clock. 5:00 AM (he isn’t sure if it’s right).

Yesterday’s coffee sits silently in the machine, and steven glances back over his shoulder at Layla. The duvet rises and falls near imperceptibly with the steady pattern of her breathing.

He drinks his coffee cold.

He glances out the window at the darkened street below. The world is quiet. For now.

He’s up early. He takes a sip of his cold coffee, shuddering as it hits his stomach like an ice cube down his back. Why is he up this early?

Does he have something to do? He can’t quite recall.

He scours his brain, trying to satiate that weird scratching feeling that’s telling him he’s forgotten something.

Steven rubs his eyes.

He’s pretty sure he doesn’t have anything to do.

Another good hard think reveals that he has nothing scheduled. He smiles a little. He can do nothing all day.

Good job, hermanito. Real proud. Free as a kite, you are. Unfortunately, Jakey’s got some business to attend to, so if you don’t mind-

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The problem with kites is that they always come with strings attached.

Steven opens his eyes to find himself… somewhere.

HIs whole body aches, and he’s not entirely sure why, and there’s copper in his mouth, and when he goes to confirm that it’s blood and not just pennies, he realizes that he is absolutely soaking wet. And cold. Everything kind of hits him at once.

He feels miserable. Like a drowned rat.

(A new york one, at least.)

He grimaces, feeling much like he’s living some sort of rerun. He makes a mental note, underscored several times, that reads “COMMUNICATION” in big bold letters.

A breeze lifts the edges of his cape a little, and-

Wait.

Cape?

Shit.

Did he think that? Who is he? What’s going on? He doesn’t know.

He spins around, feet sticking in the mud, and pulls the suit back and away into nothing.

It’s pouring rain.

Get to the village. What village? The village.

Right, of course, the village.

He stumbles awkwardly, feeling a bit overstuffed into his body, still getting a hang of this whole thing.

Nice boots, he thinks. They have lovely buckles.

Bought them myself, he grins a little, pleased as peach pie. Discount rack.

Steven and Jake clench and unclench their fists a few times. Like a sort of calibration. Jake and steven roll their head, working out the tightness from the fight.

The fight? Yes, the fight.

Steven shakes his head. Everything is really fuzzy.

Jake shakes out his hands. There’s a nice little coffee shop down there.

Steven twitches his nose at the thought of roasted coffee beans and warm ceramic and maybe not being soaked.

Come on, Jake breathes deeply, clasping their hands together. I’ll pay.

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