#practicing lighting guhhh

[braindos]

Assistant Noah doodle ^_^

#practicing lighting guhhh #artwork #total drama #total drama fanart #Noah total drama #td #tda #tdi #assistant noah #td fanart #total drama noah fanart

[divine-misfortune]

GUHHH CONSDIER RULTI

BUT THERES CORSETS

GO FUCKING CRAZY

Unsafe corset practices for breathplay reasons below oops-

"Beautiful."

Swiss sighed as his fingers danced over the water ghoul's waist. Chin perched on his shoulder, he savored the reflection of Rain pressed against him. Dark hair fell down over his bare shoulders like spilled ink, and Swiss wanted to gather the loose curls in between his fingers and bury himself in them. Greedy to drown in the heavenly scent of petrichor and foxglove that clung to Rain's pale skin.

"You always say that." Rain tipped his head back with a laugh and Swiss hungrily took in the sight of his throat laid bare. He ran his tongue over his teeth to soothe the overwhelming urge to bite and claim.

"Because you're always beautiful." He mumbled and kissed the space between his gills. Grinning as Rain shuddered, the heat of his exhale so close to such a sensitive part of him surely sent a trill of excitement up his spine.

Another laugh. Light and a bit bubbly, softer this time, reminded him of seafoam. He'd listen to it forever.

Rain was stunning. Clean white fabric embraced the gentle curves of his body, it held him like it existed solely to selfishly hide every beautiful inch of him and it took more restraint than Swiss cared to admit to not tear through the soft cotton. His dress seemed to glow in the light, something about it almost made him look divine. Pristine. Unsullied.

His mouth watered.

"Are you gonna lace me up, or are we going to be late to practice again?" Rain asked, reaching to cup Swiss' cheek. He nuzzled into his hand and chuckled as he drummed his fingers against the steel boning on his waist.

"And so what if we're late again? You didn't complain last time."

"Just don't need another hour long lecture from Copia about punctuality..."

"As if you were paying attention to a word he said. I'm sure you were too busy thinking about how I was still dripping out of you-" Rain's tail smacked against his ankle to interrupt him. His reflection displayed narrowed eyes and a faint purple hue in his cheeks. It only spurred him on. There was nothing more satisfying than getting under Rain's skin. "What's wrong rainbow? Don't like hearing the dirty truth?"

"Shut up," he rolled his eyes and let his hand fall away from Swiss' face. "Do what I asked or I'll get Mountain to."

Swiss raised an eyebrow and stood fully. Rain looked so much smaller than him when he stood at full height. Dainty, like a doll. He noted that Rain's annoyance faltered when he registered the look on his face. He swallowed with a bit of a click as Swiss took the laces on the back of his corset. He was silent as he threaded and tugged at the long length of ribbon until he got to pull it taut. When he did, Rain hissed and was yanked back against his chest by the force of it.

"Fuck-! Too tight, asshole!" The water ghoul snapped but Swiss made no move to right the problem. In all honesty, he made a show of pulling it tighter.

"Shut up." He growled and Rain went rigid at the tone of his voice, "did you forget who you're talking to?"

"I-"

"You don't tell me what to do, remember?"

"Yes." He shrunk, nervously taking fistfuls of his skirt in either hand.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes sir!" Rain practically squeaked out, gaze falling to the floor. A proper flush flooding his face.

Swiss smiled to himself as he tugged on the ribbons, listening to the slight labor of his breaths. Rain made a soft sound somewhere between a whimper and a whine and he rested his palms back on the now exaggerated curve of his waist.

"Tight isn't it?" Rain nodded slowly, cautiously. "I could keep it just like this, baby. You wanted it tied, I tied it. I wonder how long you'll last like this. You can breathe just fine, can't you princess?"

"Pressing on my gills too much."

"But you can breathe?"

"Er...Yes sir."

His smile only widened, devious in nature.

"Pretty thing." The multi ghoul's voice lilted towards something playful despite the fact his gaze was far more predatory than anything. "Think you can even focus like this?"

He opened his mouth to respond but the words escaped him. He couldn't, Swiss knew he couldn't. Rain could already feel his brain starting to scramble itself to Swiss' liking. If Swiss had gone and pressed his fingers into his windpipe, it would've sent him headfirst into a more pliant state, this felt far more gradual. The pressure around his rib cage, while not crushing, was still restrictive. It left him with the same faint fuzzy feeling behind his eyes. Part of him wanted to protest but he knew that his arguments mattered little to the multi ghoul.

If Swiss wanted him to struggle, he'd struggle.

"That's what I thought." He laughed and tied off the remaining length of ribbon in a neat little bow as if he'd made the decision for Rain. And in a way, he had. It was what Swiss wanted after all. "You've gotten quite a smart mouth lately, think it'll do you good to remember that you're only smart because I let you be. Gonna spend some time as my good doll today, just pretty and dumb, alright?"

There was a pause, a brief glimpse of softness in Swiss' reflection. A touch of concern in the way he looked at him. His alright was a genuine question that cut through the little bit of fog already working it's way behind Rain's eyes. It was sweet to see his firm mask slip for just an instant. He melted back against his chest, allowing Swiss to wrap his arms around his middle.

"Yes sir." He repeated again, quieter, as he turned his face to catch Swiss in a kiss despite the awkward angle. That smile was gentle against his lips.

#void writing #writing #answered #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #multi ghoul #nameless ghouls #rulti #rain/swiss #the band ghost #ghost the band

[huntingbounties]

The Other Side

     “H--Huuuuh..”

      Droplets of water crashed to the man’s cheeks, flushing his nerves back online. His eyes cracked open and saw heavy clouds above the buildings that surrounded him. As the rain started to speed up, he tried to raise his hand to block it. His arm lifted up but nothing stopped the water.

      It...went right through where his hand should’ve been.

      His vision focused in the dim light of the alley and he couldn’t see the tan, red skin of his knuckles. No, his arm went from elbow to nothing. No, no there was something there. His skin and flesh looked to slowly blend into black streams of air like the end of a cigarette. His heart jumped.

       He tried to sit up in his panic but the pain in his ribs and left arm were too strong. Instead, the man grunted and flexed his fingers as much as he could. It felt like he could still do it, but he knew of phantom limbs. Did something happen during the fight? Why wasn’t he bleeding? Or was he and he just didn’t notice yet?

       His mind felt so foggy. Ideas couldn’t stop flowing. There weren’t any he could cling to for long before some pain or fear pulled him away.

        Roman gave up his attempts to sit up and tried to focus all his might onto his missing hand. What happened to it? Is it gone? Is he really flexing the muscles or is it just his mind filling in gaps?

       At that moment, he recalled the way he’d escaped a near fatal blow. Something cast over him and dragged him away at the time, and it was to a point that Aaron couldn’t follow him. 

       He thought some mutant had gotten between them, but he couldn’t make anyone out around him.

       Speaking of, how far was he from the fight? Time was so shaky. Was he out for a few minutes? Hours? A day?

       Focus.

       Focus. 

       The more he stared at the ghostly appendage, the more he thought he saw return to his arm. More skin started to show. The scar along his forearm from a hammer and nail incident looked to be longer than it was a second ago, but then his jacket started to grow back as well.

       Am...Am I doing that?

       He focused more and more and slowly it looked like his arm grew more solid. The dark air diminished slowly to reveal more of the arm he’d been more accustomed to. At one point, his wrist was all back, then the back of his hand, then his knuckles, then all his fingers returned. 

       He turned the returned hand over in the light, inspecting it as if to make sure it was his own. The cold breeze lathing over his wet skin sent chills along the arm to his shoulders. He could feel the rain hitting it all the same and he used it to protect his face.

       Now that that is solved, I gotta get home. I...I gotta get home. 

       Roman did his best to roll across the wet asphalt, his head aching all the while as his dead left arm didn’t do him any favors. His right pushed off the ground as his legs gathered all their strength to hoist him up. He looked to his left arm, the sleeve of his jacket burned away to the shoulder along with the shirt he had underneath.

     His focus was too shaky. His powers grew too wild.

     Aaron was the opposite. He had total control by the looks of it, and Roman was sure that wasn’t the last time he’d see his brother. 

     “Guhhh...”

      The ache of his head roared again as well as the heavy pain on his chest. He cupped the gash of his skull and dragged his boots forward. Practice would have to come if he wanted to be prepared. Practice that he’d put off for too long. 

      And practice over a possible new trick.

#drabble #the other side

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

The Fall of Haiji Towa.

HHHRRRRAAAAAGGH!!!

UGH!

*Kibin takes a heavy swing and knocks one of the guys into two others. As soon as she does, everyone else starts to charge.

Tch...Like a moth to a flame...It’ll take more than a few insects to stop me!

Piss off! You don’t even stand a chance girl!

I’ve been told that I’m not allowed to kill you assholes...But to be honest, you aren’t worth the effort in the first place...!

Now just lay down like the good dogs you are!

*Kibin rushes towards the thug nearest to her, and pounds him to the ground. As he tries to get back up, she kicks him in the face...

Ah...AAAAHHH!!!

*The kick is strong enough to send him hurtling towards the roofs edge. But before he can make it, Kibin throws a dagger and pins his shirt to the ground, catching him before he falls.

Be careful. If you fall from this height, you really will die...!

Bitch! AACK!

*A second goon runs at Kibin, attempting a wild haymaker. Kibin blocks the blow, grabs him by the face and slams his head on the ground, proceeding to then pound it unmercifully until the guy is out cold.

I guess it’s just you left, huh?

Uh...! AH...!

*The guy is shaking in fear as Kibin slowly draws closer to him.

Welp, time to say goodnight!

*She breaks out into a run and leaps into the air, sandwiching the guys head between her legs. She then lurches forward onto her hands, lifting the guy up in the air and then spins around. She lets go and throws him a considerable distance.

Hey! Kurafto!

Got it!

*While the man is airborn, Kuripa runs and pummels his face, knocking him down.

Damn...How I wish that were me, squeezed between your legs...

Well, you COULD be...If you want to be knocked out.

Nah, I think I’ll pass...

Anyway, you get those guys over there, I’ll take these ones here.

You’re the boss...!

*Kibin does as she’s told and heads towards another group of enemies.

DORAAAH!

Whup!

*One of the thugs he prepares to fight tries to jump kick Kuripa, but he ducks out of the way and the thug falls down. He stomps on his face to stop him getting back up.

Hey!

Hey, can you taste test this for me!?

*The next enemy runs at Kuripa, to which he swings his sword and slices his stomach. As he clutches it and falls to his knees, Kuripa flips the sword around and rams the hilt into his mouth. He then stomps on it, dislocating the mans jaw!

Bastard! Take this!

*The last thug near Kuripa runs at him brandishing a knife.

Sorry, but I’m the only one who’s allowed to study the blade here...!

Wha-!? ACK! AAAAAAHHH!!

*Kuripa dodges the knife, and punches the man in the face, disarming him in the process. After being stunned briefly, the man takes a wild swing, but Kuripa grabs his dagger and stabs it through his hand.

Well...That’s the end of that...at least for me...

Kehehahahahahaaa!

Stay away from me you crazy bitch!

*Genocide Jill runs at one man and climbs on top of him, circling around and kicking several guys around them in the process. She then leaps off him into the air and throws her genoscissors, pins him to the ground, and lands knee first on his face!

I was told that I wasn’t allowed to kill you guys...

But I can definitely make you see the light just a little bit!! KEHEHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!

Get away from us! HELP! SOMEONE!

*Jill cartwheels towards one man and practically slashes his chest open, backflipping towards another and doing the same. She then spins around and throws her scissors towards another man, which they pierce right through his shoulder.

GUhhh...!

Sorry man, but I still need these...

*She violently plucks them out of him as he falls to his knees.

Yasu! Come on!

Huh!? What the fuck!? How is this bitch so strong!

Nice job Kanonball! Hold ‘em there!

*Kanon gets behind one of the thugs and holds him. Hiro gets a run up and smashes him around the face with his baton.

Here! Lemme get this one for you!

*No sooner do they knock out the one guy, Hiro charges towards another and tightly wraps his arms around his waist.

The hell man! Get off!

Kanonball!

Got it!

*Kanon takes a run up and, using Hiro’s back as a stool, roundhouse kicks the apprehended man in the face.

Hey! Assholes!

Aw come on! Why do we always get stuck with the big guys!?

Don’t worry, I got a plan!

Huh?

*Kanon runs and weasles her way around the heavy swings of the large thugs, and then once she’s behind him, sticks something to his back.

Now then...

BREAK!

*Komaru surprisingly whips out her hacking gun and aims it at the man. She pulls the trigger and he is actually hurt by the blast!

AAAAH! WHAT THE FUCK!?

Wait, what!? I thought the hacking gun didn’t work on organic beings?

I stuck a device on his back that runs a small electric current through his body, without him feeling it! The same electric current that runs through the Monokuma’s...!

The hacking gun will work now if I stick it to him.

But...won’t it only work on the one guy then?

True, but that’s all I need!

LINK!

*Kanon fires a link bullet at the large man.

H-Hey! What the hell is going on!? I...I’m not in control of myself!

Oh! I get it now!

Dude! What are you doing!

I don’t know! Move out of the way!

*Using the link command, Kanon gains control of the large man and makes him attack all the others. He takes them down with relative ease.

Careful. I’m almost out of juice...

Ok, I got this.

Hah...I’m...sorry...GAH!

*As soon as the meter runs out, Hiro runs up and bats him round the face.

Jill! Hey! Stick this to him! Ok!?

Got it!

*Komaru hands Genocide Jill the same device Kanon used.

Get back, you psycho!

I only see one psycho here motherfucker, and for once, it ain’t me!

*Jill serpentines as Haiji pulls out a machine gun and aims at her. She dodges the line of fire and gets around him, sticking the device to his back.

Good job! Now get out the way!

Got it!

*Jill leaps out of the way, and Haiji turns to face Komaru.

Die you bitch!

*Haiji runs to his left while Komaru also runs to her left, both of them taking aim at each other. As they start running, Haiji opens fire attempting to riddle Komaru with bullets.

Knockback!

*Komaru aims with her hacking gun and shoots Haiji’s arm that holds his gun, knocking the Towa Group captain of balance.

Ugh!

Oh crap!

*In response, Haiji reaches into his pocket, and to Komaru’s horror, pulls out a grenade. 

Ragh!

*He lobs it, but thankfully, Komaru leaps out of the way. 

Nrgh!

*After rolling on the ground, Komaru gets on her knees and fires the gun at Haiji’s leg. 

Ack!

*He falls over mid run.

Rnghg...ah...

*Haiji slowly clambers to his feet and grabs his machine gun, yet again aiming at Komaru.

UGH!

*Before he can fire, Komaru shoots him in the shoulder.

Ah...ahah...aaah...ugh...

...

*Komaru draws closer to him, and Haiji backs away until he reaches the buildings edge.

I don’t want to kill you. So just give up already...

...

...

...

...

...

...

*Haiji finds himself surrounded by the rest of the gang. All his men have been taken out...

*Sigh...*

Haiji...It’s over...

...

Then...it’s over for all of us...!

*Haiji suddenly reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a detonator!

Say goodbye to your adorable kids!

*With gusto, he presses the button.

...

...

Huh?

*He turns around to look towards the hospital. It is still intact.

WH-What the hell!? WHAT THE HEEEEELL!?

I bet you’re confused...so I’ll explain to you...

Before we even headed out here, I asked our allies a favor.

We had an entire small army at our disposal, so did you think it weird that only of us raided this building?

That’s because some of of the guys were busy disarming the bombs...! And the rest were evacuating the hospital just in case that failed!

Face it Haiji! Your plan is doomed to fail! You’ve lost, so give up...

...

No...No, not yet...!

*Haiji reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pistol, aiming straight at Komaru.

Not all hope is lost! I can still kill you!

So you DO still rely on hope, after all this...?

Hehe...I don’t care if this is the end! If I can kill you I can be taken in quietly!

I’m not a coward anymore! I won’t run! Even if this fails I-!

UGH! A-Ah...aa..

!!!??

!!!??

!!!??

!!!??

!!!??

...

*The rest of the gang stare in horror...

*As they see Kuripa run his sword...straight through Haiji’s chest...

If you won’t run away...well...

In the very least...you can tell those people in hell that you died fighting...

A-Ah...a-a-a-aaaaah...

Now...

Fall...!

*Kuripa steps back, and gives Haiji a strong kick to the chest...!

...

*And he falls...a long fall...slowly, but surely, approaching the ground at a constant speed...

“And then...

...

...

...

*He is left as nothing but a lifeless, puddle of blood...

//Haiji Towa...has died.//

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa ultra despair girls #danganronpa ultra despair hagakure #drae #oc #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #kibin hatsudoki #kuripa kurafto #genocide jill #genocide jack #yasuhiro hagakure #kanon nakajima #komaru naegi #haiji towa #death #ultra despair gang arc #toko fukawa

[seanfalco]

I saw pictures of Sheehan with dogs/puppies and now I want to know what Aevryn would do if Valdo surprised her with a puppy as like an anniversary gift or part of proposing or somethig? Or if it doesn't work for you vision cus cute fluffy pets aren't punk or he's a cat person, maybe something with Valdo and the reader and a dog? If you want, ya know. Or just so you know those pictures exist and can drive yourself mad deciding which is cuter him or the baby dog.

Fandom: The Witcher Punk!AU

Pairing: Punk!Valdo x oc (Aevryn Swift) / Platonic!Valdo x Reader

Word Count: 1732

Rating: G

Taglist: @ficsandcatsandficsandcats @nevadawolfe @magic-multicolored-miracle @coffee-and-stories @whatevermonkey

a/n: Bless nonny, this was so cute and just what I needed.  (Also fluffy pets are hella punk rock ;p)  Also also guhhh Robert + dogs *heart eyes*

Aevryn always looked so beautiful in sleep, her usual vibrant exuberance melting to peaceful vulnerability, and as Valdo watched her, her chest rising and falling softly, his fingers combing through her wavy hair, he felt he might drown in the depth of his affection for her.  

It had been nearly a year since she’d given him a second chance and they were happier than ever; each day a new opportunity for him to prove he deserved it.  However each day it also became harder for him to keep holding back the proposal that he’d already planned in minute detail, wanting every part of it to be absolutely perfect – which was why it was crucial for him to wait just a bit longer.  

In the meantime though that didn’t mean he couldn’t do something just as special for their anniversary.

Aevryn stirred in her sleep, and half awake pulled him closer, not articulate enough to chastise him for watching her but knowing she wanted him near, and he settled in without complaint, a smile on his lips as his soft curls pressed against her cheek.

——

Valdo Marx was always fashionably late, so when he’d asked you to meet him at eleven, you knew he wouldn’t actually arrive until closer to eleven twenty, and sure enough there he was, right on time.

“Ah, [Y/N], I hope you weren’t waiting long,” he exclaimed as he crossed the street, pushing his sunglasses up into his mess of hair and greeting you with a slightly awkward hug.

“So what is this terribly important task you need my help with?” you asked, a grin tugging at your lips as Valdo shifted uncomfortably.

“Well, I actually need your help picking out a gift for Aev,” he admitted, and you gaped at him with surprise.

Certainly he would know Aevryn’s tastes a little better than you – it wasn’t as if you weren’t her friend as well, it was just that Valdo had known her considerably longer, and besides, the man usually gave such lavish presents that you doubted how much help you’d be.

“Uhm, okay, what sort of gift?” you asked, trying to get an idea of what you were working with here.

“I want to get her a dog, well, a puppy to be precise,” he answered, “she’s always wanted one.”

“Wouldn’t that be something you should pick out together?” you wondered aloud and Valdo frowned, thick brows drawing together.

“I suppose, but I wanted to surprise her.  Our second first anniversary is swiftly approaching and Aev’s not exactly big on jewelry,” he explained.  “Though there is one piece of jewelry I think, well, I hope she’ll like,” he muttered and your eyes grew, a mischievous smile lighting up your face.

“In the shape of a ring perhaps?” you pressed.

Valdo’s rueful expression gave him away and you gasped in excitement.  “Do you already have it?”

“Would you like to see it?” he asked, and you were already nodding your head aggressively.

He chuckled at your enthusiasm and reached into the depths of his coat pocket, pulling out a little velvet box, snapping it open as you leaned in closer.  The delicate engagement ring nestled inside the box was obviously finely crafted, the band designed to look like a sliver twig and the modest diamond topping it glittered in the sunlight; a matching stackable wedding band accompanied it, decorated with a tiny silver leaf.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, glancing up to catch a glimpse of the pride in Valdo’s bottle green eyes.  “She’s going to love it.”

Clearing his throat Valdo closed the box and carefully returned it to its hiding place.  “Thank you,” he exclaimed, practically beaming.  “I certainly hope so.”

“Just how long have you been carrying that around?” you queried, cocking an amused eyebrow at him and Valdo flushed, glancing away.

“Only a couple months,” he muttered sheepishly.

Stifling your laughter behind your hand you decided to stop your teasing.  “Okay!  So, puppies,” you announced, clapping your hands together to change the subject.  “Does Aev have a favourite breed?” you asked, getting down to business.

“Uhh…” Valdo looked lost.  “Our neighbor when we were children had this shaggy golden beast that Aev was particularly fond of.

Having a feeling you knew which dog he was talking about you brought up a photo on your phone.  “Is this it?” you asked and Valdo’s eyes lit up with recognition.

“Yes, that’s exactly it.”

“That’s a golden retriever.” 

“Perfect!” he exclaimed, “So where do we get one?”

——

Having steered him away from any pet shops that no doubt sold puppies from puppy farms, you walked into the local animal shelter, warning him that he might not find a golden retriever, but that another dog in need of a home might catch his eye and Valdo agreed anyway, eager to scope out the canine selection.  It wasn’t long before Valdo’s delighted gasps could be heard at every new kennel he passed, though his discerning eye kept him moving on.

“Hmm,” you mused, glancing around, “it doesn’t look like they have any golden retrievers here, would you like to try somewhere else?”

Your question was met with silence.

“Valdo?”

That’s when you saw him, a little french bulldog clutched in his arms happily licking his face as Valdo laughed delightedly.

“[Y/N]!” he cried, turning to you.  “I think I’m in love!  Look at how cute he is!”

You couldn’t help the laugh that burst from your lips and you quickly snapped a photo to show Aevryn later, certain she would want to see this.

“[Y/N], do you think Aev will like him?” he asked, smiling down at the wiggly dog in his arms.  “Or should I keep looking…?”  He asked, clearly depressed by the thought.  “I mean, clearly he’s not a golden retriever…”

Valdo trailed off and your heart almost broke at the crestfallen expression that crossed his face as he put the dog down.

“Hey,” you said, quickly placing your hand on his shoulder.  “Y’know, goldens get pretty big and neither you nor Aev have ever had a dog before, why don’t you start out small while you learn the ropes and then you can always pick out a golden puppy together later?”

Your words seemed to make up his mind and Valdo’s grin returned.  “Yes, that sounds like sound reasoning to me.  Did you hear that little guy?  I think you’re the one,” he addressed the dog, who gazed up at him with his little tongue lolling.

As Valdo carried the dog out to the car, happy as a clam, you couldn’t help but smile as well, wishing you could be there to see Aev’s face when she saw him.

“Okay, now we have to get everything he might need.  And only the best!”

“Are you going to name him or let Aevryn do the honors?”

“Oh, I’m letting Aev choose his name.  He is my gift to her after all.”

Sure, you thought as you watched him fuss over the little bulldog.  As if he wasn’t already completely enamored himself.

——

As sneaky as possible Valdo set the dog up in one of the spare rooms, hoping against hope it wouldn’t bark and ruin his surprise until he was ready for the big reveal.  He barely slept through the night, constantly checking in on the little guy.

The next morning Valdo woke early, carefully extricating himself from Aevryn’s arms to get breakfast started and to let the puppy out. 

Soon he was carrying a tray piled high with all of Aev’s favourite breakfast food back to the bedroom and setting it on the dresser before crawling back in bed to wake her with a kiss.

Aevryn hummed, pulling him closer.  “Something smells amazing,” she murmured, a soft moan slipping through her parted lips as Valdo continued to trail kisses along her jaw and neck; his curls brushing her skin as he moved.

“Happy second first anniversary,” he said softly, peering into her eyes before capturing her lips in another firmer kiss.

Aevryn laughed, wrapping her arms around him in a crushing hug.  “I can’t believe it’s already been a year,” she replied, never wanting to let go.  “Knowing you, I have a feeling you have all sorts of things planned for today.”

Loosening her grasp she let him pull back.  “Of course, love,” he purred, “starting with breakfast in bed, and then I have a little surprise for you.”

“Oh?” Aev asked, tilting her head to watch him get up and bring the tray of delicious smelling food over.  She could remember when he could barely make scrambled eggs without burning them and now he was making crepes and eggs and bacon and toast all on his own.

Breakfast was followed inevitably with a steamy repeat of what had happened the night before and Aev whined as afterwards Valdo slipped out of her arms and out of bed to retrieve her surprise, placing the puppy in a large box with a bow for the quick trip across the house.  When he returned to the bedroom he was met with a pout which swiftly turned to curiosity as she eyed the box in his hands.

“What, pray-tell is that?” she asked, crawling closer as he set the present on the bed.

“Open it,” he prompted, crawling back under the covers next to her.

Eyeing him excitedly she pulled the lid off and covered her gasp with her hand, a high-pitched squeal still escaping as the puppy looked up at her with his big brown eyes.

“Valdooooo,” she cried, pulling the dog out of the box to hold in her arms.  “Did you really get us a puppy for our anniversary?”

The pleased smirk that crossed his face only grew as the puppy wriggled excitedly, licking Aevryn’s face to her shrieks of laughter.

“I take it you like him?”

“Like him?  I love him!  He’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen!”  Aev exclaimed, throwing herself and the puppy into Valdo’s arms.  Landing amongst their pillows in a heap, the puppy barking excitedly, Valdo laughed, pressing a kiss to Aev’s temple.

“I’m glad, love.”

“What’s his name?” she asked, stroking his little nose with her finger as he settled on top of Valdo’s chest.

“I figured you could name him.”

Scrunching up her nose in thought Aev suddenly smiled.  “You look like a Romeo to me.”  

#punk!au #punk!valdo #punk!aevryn #valdryn #platonic!valdo x reader #reader request #my writing

[bladekindeyewear]

Boots Reads Homestuck Epilogue(s) Part 14 - Candy Page 27

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Alright, back from a brief excursion.  I really, REALLY wanna fucking finish this.  I want to see ROXY UNZOMBIFIED goddamnit, or at least get a REASON for her zombification, even if it’s just some Dirk-like villain who just cliffhangers himself away like a fucking asshole.

Also, comment on John’s whole rant... I guess John DID kind of want to be important.  Or... well, not “important” per se, but rather at least impactful in his friends’ lives.  It feels like they’re all walking dead through their own unsolved problems, trying to put on a pretty face, and nothing he tries to do matters, even attempted kidnapping.  He feels as useless as Dirk THINKS he is, but he never really was.  Gosh, I wish he’d pulled off that absurd kidnapping.  Freeing people from this sort of thing is supposed to kind of be his jam?

Okay, reading the new page.

FUCK.  TEN YEARS???????

Pff, John’s kid and sorta!Vriska.  Yeah I can buy that.

Also I love how they type out “Harry Anderson” every single time as his full first goddamn name.

--God damnit, how is Gamzee still fucking things up ten years later?  Hasn’t someone considered killing him?

Karkat and Meenah, also unsurprising.  Too bad Dave has to die unsatisfied.  >:(

Hm... this sorta!Vriska also has a weird Capitalization Quirk for Important Words, huh?  --Oh right, Kanaya raised her.  That might do it.

Hm, eyepatch?

Alright, the world’s falling into chaos.  Did the world HAVE to fucking fall into chaos in BOTH TIMELINES where these supposedly-went-through-a-successful-journey heroes managed to eek out victory despite opposing reality’s greatest tyrant?  Pfuh.

--and right.  Alt!Callie reinforces the idea that even though this possibility “wasn’t canon” -- which... means Meat is?? D: -- that the lives within still matter when looked at within their own bubble.

JADE: while abstracted heavily, and fully freed from all forces of narrative gravity, these events still represent possibilities that slept within the hearts of all who reside here.

Mhmm, part of an extension of themselves, their uniqueness, their hopes and dreams and... whatever WHOEVER did to fuck Roxy over.  Jesus DICK what’s happened to her I need to know you’d better fix this.

And somewhere within that mess, John Egbert is the best man at Jade and Dave’s wedding. He lasts nearly two hours before he gets a ruinous case of the sniffles.

Maybe they worked it out into ALMOST full mutual love?  Even if Dave’s 70% gayness goes totally unsatisfied?  I mean, I can hope, right?  :(

Dammit, Jade, couldn’t you have done this properly?  :C

and everyone knows that John has lost his family to Jane Crocker.

What the shit?!???

What drove Roxy away was him being depressed and just an all-around huge wet blanket who was impossible to live with. John is totally ready to own the fact that he was a bad husband, but maybe not the fact that he was a bad enough husband to drive his wife to passively support a brewing genocidal dictatorship. She looks happier, though, whenever he’s caught sight of her behind Jane—Calliope faithfully at her side—in any of the propaganda broadcasts that Jane passes off as business press conferences. By the time Roxy finally cut things off between them, he hadn’t personally seen her smile in years.

WHAT.  THE.  SHIT.

WHY DID ROXY DO ALL THIS THEN.  WHY DID SHE OF ALL PEOPLE, ONE OF THE MOST FORCEFUL AND SMART AND COOL--- GUHHH SHE JUST VOIDED HER WILL JUST OUT OF OBLIGATION TO JOHN OR SOMETHING?????????? WHAT THE FUCK WHYYYYYYY

Characters choke.  Characters make bad decisions.  That’s fair.  Andrew’s said that before.  But John was VISIBLY RECOGNIZING HOW OUT OF CHARACTER ROXY WAS ACTING.  WHYYYYYYYYY DID IT HAPPEN, WHY SUDDENLY DECADES OF MISHANDLED RELATIONSHIP WITH ABSOLUTELY NOBODY POINTING OUT THE OBVIOUS WHAT THE FUCK.  AND ROXY WAS THE ONE WHO STARTED IT AND PUSHED INTO JOHN UNTIL HE ACCEPTED.  WHY.

WHY.

Read.  Calm down.  Read.  There had better be.  A FUCKING.  ANSWER.

Hi military rebellion leader Karkat.

KARKAT: OH MY GOD JOHN, STOP BEING SO FUCKING PATHETIC FOR JUST A MINUTE. COULD YOU DO THAT FOR ME? JOHN: i don’t know. that’s a pretty big favor you’re asking me there, karkat.

heheh

JOHN: i dunno. it doesn’t seem responsible, really... to dedicate my life to something so important when i’m in a place where i can’t even find the energy to think that getting out of bed in the morning is “important.”

Depression stuff, yeah.

John really needs a psychologist who isn’t just Rose.

pff, yifftrain.

That’s how the years pass. Faster and faster the longer it goes. 

What.  The.  Fuck.

We’re not going to get any answers are we.  Roxy just acted out of character for no reason, didn’t she.  This is-- no, Andrew’s too GOOD at this for that to-- I mean--  is there a big answer he’s just not telling us-- FUCK!!!!  D:

AAAAAAAA

This sucks.  This sucks this sucks this SUCKS.  But I’ll keep reading.  I have to know.  If I’m ever going to be able to stand, like, i dunno... homestuck rp i guess? i should probably keep reading.  and hope i recover.  eventually.

But that’s only part of it. Above this Earth, the dead cherub is still meditating, waiting for the day when she can have her own heroic apotheosis. Waiting for the day when she can confront the one she calls the Prince. And on this Earth, John is just waiting for the day that feeling finally stops. That feeling that he’s still waiting for something, and the even worse feeling that years ago, he missed his only chance to put an end to it. If you stand on a very high hill at dawn, you can watch your shadow move in an arc around you.

Yeah, reinforcing that John would be happier in the timeline where he did something and -- at least temporarily, since there’s hope of future revival -- “died” because of it, even if he wasn’t clear on why what he was trying to do even really mattered in the whole scheme of things.

...which is pretty weird when you consider the ending of Homestuck didn’t try to express that messa-- no, wait.  I guess it did?

Yes, everyone went to the post-victory planet to live out indefinite lives, but there WAS still the stage play.  Proving that John, at least, WOULD eventually step outside the happy ending to instead risk his life doing something important.  They earned both possibilities, really, to choose from at their will.

...Aren’t there another dozen pages or so left in this Candy segment, though??  Are we gonna follow their kids or something?

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...Okay so stuff still needs to happen here, plotways.  Good.  I think.

A flash above the clouds catches John’s attention: another ghost, falling down from wherever it is they come from. John follows after the light with an exhausted sigh. The novelty of dead trolls falling from the sky has really worn off over the years. But he might as well go warn the new arrival that they’ve landed in the middle of an imminent warzone. He sets down at the edge of the crater and peers through the smoke.

He recognizes the ghost immediately, because he sees a younger version of her almost every day.

JOHN: vriska?

Vriska’s face snaps up, eyes blazing. Eyes. Actual eyes, with expression, color, pupils, and everything.

JOHN: wait. you’re... JOHN: alive??

PFFFFFFhahahahah!

That’s pretty hilarious.  Vriska fell into the singularity and popped out here.

...Yeah, you can’t stand having missed the most “important” bit, can you.  Too bad.  You didn’t have the spotlight in the end.

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JADE: it is the one i have been waiting for all these years. JADE: we have run along parallel lines for what may as well be eternity, but my gravitational well has finally ensnared him. JADE: and now he is due to fall into this world.

Uhh, who?  Davebot or something, from the postscript?  Couldn’t be Gamzee, unless it’s, like... a different Gamzee.

“Chaos war”?  That’s a dramatic title.

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Hmm, reading reading...

Will Dad’s passing knock any sense into you?  Probably not.

...yeah, it wasn’t going to be that easy, was it?

Of course.  Of course Dad died saving the President.

Although, she’s going to assign fault to Karkat and then want to start a full bloody war over it, so, the opposite of having sense knocked into her then.

JANE: UGH! JANE: That... that fool!! JANE: I can’t believe that he would do this! JANE: How could he do this to me!?! JAKE: Janey... JANE: The human president could be anyone! JANE: My dad can’t be anyone but him!

Jane, you’ve become a real asshole.  :(

...Fuck you Gamzee.

GAMZEE: hEy. GAMZEE: Do YoU tHiNk ThAt MiGhT bE a BiT mOtHeRfUcKinG xEnOpHoBiC?

PFFFFHAHAHAHAHAAHAHhhh oh my GOD :’D

JANE: What? You think appealing to me with your disgusting little addiction is going to sway me?

Oh Jesus Christ that’s horrifying.  THAT’s what’s been going on.  I don’t want to visualize it, dear lord.

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Hahahah, catching Vriska up.  She’s practically curling up in a ball like Squidward in future shock.

PFFF PUTTING PARENS AROUND HER NAME SHE CAN’T STAND BEING IRRELEVANTIZED LIKE THAT

JOHN: i was supposed to go fight lord english, but i didn’t. so now we’ve gone beyond, like, the event horizon of canon. (VRISKA): What the fuck does that even MEAN????????

Wait, shouldn’t YOU know exactly what that means, Vriska?  Like, better than most people at least?

JOHN: all i know is that all of this is my fault.

:(

JOHN: it’s been turning around in my head like this for a while. i thought... JOHN: why does everything here fucking SUCK so much? JOHN: how the hell did we even make it from point A to point festering clusterfuck? JOHN: it doesn’t follow any kind of logic i understand, or any sort of basic sense i have about who we are as people... JOHN: and why? why have we all ended up so unhappy and... twisted up?

Yeah, a BUNCH of people have acted really goddamn out of character and it’s unclear why.

JOHN: i got everything i wanted. everyone got what they— JOHN: what i thought they wanted. JOHN: and that’s just it, isn’t it? JOHN: the more i think about it, i’m the only factor that matters to anything.

--What?!?  No!!!  You could SEE that this wasn’t what you thought they wanted right from the get-go.  It couldn’t have been YOUR imagination that this realm of alternative possibility was drawn from, could it?  D:

JOHN: whatever i did, or didn’t do, just... destroyed reality’s ability to, like, substantiate itself, or whatever. JOHN: like there’s a bug in the operating system of whatever force in this world that regulates cause and effect. JOHN: everything’s been unraveling. nothing that happens makes sense anymore. JOHN: and now i’m the only person out here who’s even real at all! JOHN: hahahaha.

That’s certainly an idea at least, that people started acting out of character as we went further from “canon”.  In fact, it’s kind of a slam at fanfics, maybe?  Acknowledging that they distort the characters by understanding them in different ways, sometimes, and.. hm.

(VRISKA): Hahahahahahahaha... Wow, I’ve never seen a guy get his 8ulge all the way down his own swallow chute 8efore! JOHN: wait, what? (VRISKA): Good fuck. Do you actually think reality gives that much of a shit a8out you? (VRISKA): Get real, Eg8ert. (VRISKA): It’s not like you’re me. JOHN: ok, well. JOHN: that’s fair i guess.

Heheheh.  ...Yeah, Vriska might pep talk him out of this self-deprecating theory of his.  Besides, I mean... is that the ONLY cause for this whole fucking situation?  That Roxy’s will got eroded to nothing arbitrarily either at random in a glitching non-canon timeline or because John kind of maybe thought something was going to happen and reality decided to run with it??

...heheh, “batterpanzers”.

I’m pretty sure caring what “c8non” is supposed to be is EXACTLY the thing you’re freaking out about, Vriska, whether you realize it or not.

Oooh, Gamzee.  Do we get to see Vriska kill him?

Yeaaah... redemption ain’t for THIS sp8der.  The ghost version of Vriska got the closest thing to redemption she’ll ever get; THIS version never learned any damn lessons and is not going to accept that she ever NEEDS to.  Also, you said her name in relevance-reducing parentheses.  Bad move.

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Yaaaay here’s the bunch of indigo blood we were promised!! :D

Where’s the nudity though? Maybe that’s coming.

He yowls as if he had actual testicles to be mauled, and for all anyone knows, maybe he really does.

It’s reassuring to see that while Andrew is more than willing to give us WAY too much genital detail in some cases throughout this epilogue, he still knows how to deftly exploit the parts of anatomy that still AREN’T explicitly characterized and remain intentionally vague for their impactful resulting humor.  :)

She lunges at Gamzee’s catastrophic face lips-first, and practically dives into his mouth, ramming her tongue into his

NOOO FUCK HE WAS ABOUT TO DIE AAAAAA D’:

FUCK  :(

Okay, back on to anything but this.

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Oh shit, double Vriska.  This might be bad.

...Phew.  Nice save, John.

JOHN: ha ha. yeah, right. because this is real life, right? JOHN: i guess reading narrative relevance into a bunch of dumb and totally random events is kind of lame and childish. ROSE: No, that isn’t what I meant at all. ROSE: By all means, apply a narrative to our lives. Up until a certain point, it would have been perfectly accurate to do so. ROSE: But not anymore. JOHN: because... it’s not canon, right? ROSE: Do you remember what I told you years ago? About the three pillars of canon?

Wuh-oh.

ROSE: As I explained to you on that morning sixteen years ago, there are three critical features of canon: essentiality, relevance, and truth. JOHN: yeah. ROSE: We have been untethered from the mooring of “truth” for some time now. ROSE: So while we, in our subjective experiences of conscious perception, feel in this moment that we have known each other for a very long time, technically it’s not true at all.

...Okay.  Okay.

So.  Were, like.

Roxy and Calliope affected by the, like... “untruth wave” of his choice not to go the hardest, because he made it in their vicinity?  And that turned Roxy into a hypnozombie with minimal apparent free will? :C

...Oh wow.  She’s thanking John that she got a chance to be happy in this side timeline, even if so many other people suffered.  Because of the fucking hell Dirk was about to unleash on her in the Meat timeline.  Fuck.

ROSE: In the silly wizard story I wrote when I was a child, ROSE: The realm most comparable to heaven existed in a state of subliminal conditionality, dependent on the inscience of the individual experiencing it. ROSE: Which is to say that it would cease to exist the moment you realized what it was. ROSE: And so, those with knowledge could never truly be happy.

Oh wow, huh.  Yeah, knowing you’re just in a fanfic kind of screws your appreciation for life around you, huh.  So John got fucked over a bit by his metatextual awareness.  :(

And... Rose was, like, cut off by his choice from her own metatextual awakening, maybe?  Hence her ability to appreciate a life somewhere disconnected from anything “canon”?

ROSE: But that isn’t me anymore. ROSE: I am blind against the veil of this world. ROSE: It’s all ambrosia to me. ROSE: I don’t care if it’s not true. I care even less if it’s not canon. ROSE: I have a beautiful wife who I love more than I thought possible, and a daughter who I am immeasurably proud of. ROSE: It can all be senseless, ephemeral noise that dissolves in the void. A whisper swept up by the wind before it’s uttered. ROSE: I’m still grateful to have felt this way.

:’)

Alright, this might be a pretty good way of accepting their potential happiness in different timelines as a potential substitute for Dirk’s mess.  I’m not sure HOW well I’ll be able to internalize it to stop the stomach cramps, but we’ll see.

We still have a little bit more left, though.  Next post.

#Homestuck #Homestuck Epilogue #Upd8 #Homestuck Liveblog #bladekindeyewear #BlastYoBoots

[shirorozutriea]

WRW 2018 Day 6: Kids/Pregnancy (or them as kids)

Day 6: Kids/Pregnancy (or them as kids)

BOOM!!

           There was a huge explosion coming from the laboratory of Beacon Academy that startled the whole studentry, including our resident Ice Queen, Weiss Schnee. Weiss was currently heading out to the cafeteria to meet her friends and teammates to hang out as Ruby puppy eyed at her pleading for her to go, and of course, as expected she succumbed to the eyes of our beloved Rose. As she was heading to the cafeteria, a horde of students came running towards where the explosion had happened with the teachers in tow.

           Weiss rolled her eyes in annoyance as how much of a tattler these people can be. She walked towards where the others are and sat at their table. Yang nudged Weiss and whispered at her.

“Did you hear the explosion?” Asked Yang.

“Obviously. It was heard all around Beacon. What am I, deaf?” Retorted Weiss.

“Gee, Weiss. I was just asking.” Said Yang, putting a hand on her chest as if she was hurt.

“Well, you’re asking a stupid question.” Said Weiss, crossing her arms and gave Yang a deadpanned look.

“What had gotten you so riled up, Weiss?” Asked Blake.

Weiss sighed and closed her eyes, a habit she picked up when something is on her mind. “It’s Ruby. I’ve tried calling her lately, but she doesn’t respond. We we’re supposed to meet after class before coming here.”

“Don’t worry about Ruby so much, Weiss. You’re going to have wrinkles.” Teased Yang, jabbing Weiss’ side.

Weiss rolled her eyes in annoyance. She then looked around, only to find that Team JNPR wasn’t with them.

“Where’s Team JNPR?” Asked Weiss. Yang just shrugged.

“We don’t know. They weren’t here when we arrived.” Informed Blake.

“Maybe, they’re just running---“

           Yang was cut off when her scroll began to ring. She picked it up and saw a message from Team JNPR. She opened it and her eyes widen as her jaw dropped. Blake looked at Yang in concern, while Weiss looked confused.

“We should probably go to the dorms right now. Ruby’s with team JNPR and… she might be not what she used to be.” Said Yang in concern. Weiss and Blake looked at each other, then at Yang before tilting their heads in confusion.

“You’ll soon find out. Let’s go.” Said Yang.

***

           At the dormitory of Beacon, a certain team leader was pacing around one of the dorm rooms, namely team RWBY’s room. Jaune paced around the door as he waited for Yang and the others to arrive at the dorm. He suddenly heard footsteps and he let out a sigh of relief as he saw the remaining members of team RWBY. Yang went to Jaune’s place and put a hand on his shoulder asking for him to explain the whole situation in hand.

“Remember the explosion lately.” Asked Jaune. The trio nodded questioningly. “Well, to put it simply, Ruby was caught up in the explosion.”

“WHAT?!” Yelled Weiss. The three looked at her in shock, surprised at Weiss’ sudden outburst.

“Ahem. Continue.” Coughed Weiss, looking away.

“Well, it was not an ordinary explosion with fire and other stuff, it was a dust explosion and it kinda affect Ruby in some ways.” Said Jaune looking at the three nervously. Yang looked at him with a death stare.

“Where is she?” Said Yang in a low voice, almost growling.

“At your room.” Gulped Jaune.

           The three went inside with Jaune in tow, only to stop at their tracks on what they have witnessed inside the room. Right there, sitting at Weiss’ bed, sat a kid version of Ruby with Nora and Pyrrha playing with her. The three looked at Jaune, then at Ruby, then at the other two individuals in the room, then onto each other.

“WHAAAAATTTT?!!!” They exclaimed in unison.

           The two teens and Kid Ruby looked at the three, startled. Kid Ruby stared at the three before giggling at the three, pointing at them.

“Oh! Big Sister Yang! Big Sister Blake and Big Sister Weiss!” Exclaimed Ruby, gleefully. The three looked at Kid Ruby in surprise. Big Sister… ermm… Weiss…? That you?

           The two looked at their certain Ice Queen teammate in recognition. Well… she did call Winter, Big Sister. Ruby went down from the bed and ran over Weiss, hugging her legs.

“Hello, Big Sister Weiss, can we play?” Said Kid Ruby with her puppy eyes. Weiss felt her throat dry at the statement. Weiss then pick up Ruby and hugged her, then smiled at her.

“Sure, Ruby. What do you want to play?” Said Weiss in a sisterly manner. Yang jaw dropped at the sight, feeling a little bit jealous at the fact that Ruby went to Weiss first.

“Hide and seek!” Giggled Ruby. Weiss cooed at Ruby and pinched her nose lightly.

“Alright alright. Are you going to invite more? The more the merrier, right?” Said Weiss. Ruby nodded and looked at the other present in the room.

“Big Sister Yang, Big Sister Blake, Big Sister Nora, Big Sister Pyrrha, Big Brother Jaune, can we play hide and seek, please?” Said Kid Ruby looking at them with her puppy eyes. The group immediately nodded and went outside to play.

           On the other hand, Ren went to Professor Ozpin’s office to report the sudden explosion and result of said explosion to him. Ozpin nodded as Ren finished his report.

“I see. In any case, you and your teammates including the remaining team RWBY must guard her, as she’s a child right now. The effects will disappear tomorrow, I’m sure of it. This wasn’t the first time that this happened here in the academy. Mr. Ren, you’re dismissed.” Said Ozpin. Ren nodded before heading out to meet the others.

***

“Catch me if you can!” Giggled Kid Ruby.

“No fair, Ruby! Using you’re semblance.” Exclaimed Yang.

           The group chased at Ruby as they changed their play to tag. The group came up of various strategies to ‘capture’ the ‘run away’, but all Kid Ruby did was manipulate her steps as she used her semblance to get away from the catchers.

“So sloooooww!!” Yelled Kid Ruby as she disappear every minute.

           This continue until the group got tired and instantly lay on the grass beneath them.

“Has she always been this hyper?” Panted Weiss.

“Yeah, I guess. She was hyper, but not this hyper.” Exclaimed Yang.

           The group continue to regain their breaths as Kid Ruby came to them, giggling.

“It was fun playing with you, Big Sisters and Big Brothers. I hope we could play like this again.” Said Kid Ruby as she started to glow.

           Suddenly, a bright light burst out of her and illuminated the surroundings almost blinding the group not until they closed their eyes at the sudden blinding light. As the light cease, they saw Ruby, the original Ruby sprawled in the grass sleeping soundly. The group giggled at the sight. Yang went ahead and carried Ruby in a piggy bank ride.

“Let’s go. It was a long day.” Said Yang.

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The next day…

”EEEEEEHHHHHH??!!!!!”

           There, stood in front of the classroom, Kid Ruby grinning at the other students.

“Can we all play, Big Sisters and Big Brothers?” Giggled Kid Ruby.

“The effects hasn’t cease yet?!” Exclaimed Weiss as she watched Kid Ruby practically skip everywhere in the classroom.

“I guess it hasn’t worn of yet.” Said Yang.

“Can somebody explain to me what is going on?” Asked Sun, looking at Kid Ruby who’s playing with his tail.

“You got a cute tail, Big Brother Sun.” Grinned Kid Ruby, showing her pearly white teeth. Sun blushed and hugged Kid Ruby and place her on his shoulders.

“Welp, I ain’t complaining.” Grinned Sun as he walk around with Kid Ruby in his shoulders, giggling.

“Big Sister Weiss, Big Sister Weiss!” Called Kid Ruby. “Can you carry me too?”

           Weiss looked at Kid Ruby biting the insides of her mouth as she stops herself from squealing from the cuteness.

“S-sure, Ruby.” Smiled Weiss. Kid Ruby went down from Sun’ shoulders and she jumped to Weiss’ arms.

“Yay! Up up and away!” Giggled Kid Ruby.

           The whole class cooed at Kid Ruby’s cuteness, even Cardin has a blush in his face as he tries to not look at Kid Ruby’s cuteness.

“Big Sister Weiss, Big Sister Weiss.” Said Kid Ruby calling the attention of her carrier.

“Yes, Ruby?” Said Weiss.

“I love you sooooo much. From the bottom of my heart, Big Sister Weiss.” Said Kid Ruby as she spread her arms and hugged Weiss’ head.

           There was a moment of silence as they stare at Weiss’ facial expression. Then suddenly, there was a drop of blood coming from Weiss. The remaining members of team RWBY stared at Weiss, shocked.

Weiss looked up and blood was dripping from her nose. “Must… resist…”

Weiss suddenly looked at Yang. “Yang if I die, tell Ruby I love her.”

           And with that she fainted on the spot as Yang caught Kid Ruby in the air looking at Weiss in shock.

“Is Big Sister Weiss, okay?” Asked Kid Ruby.

“She will be… I hope.” Said Yang, muttering the last phrase.

“Err… that happened.” Said Blake, looking at Weiss’ body in a pool of blood.

Extra

Weiss’ Thoughts

Kid Ruby hugging her legs

“Oh my gosh. Ruby is so cute! I want to cuddle her all day!”

Kid Ruby with puppy eyes

“Weiss! Must resist!”

Other Weiss: “Resist, fool!!”

Kid Ruby giggling

*cue blood spurts*

“Must. Not… *Kid Ruby looking at her smiling* FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

Kid Ruby falling from the tree

*cue magical knight music*

“Ruby!!!” *trips* Kid Ruby falls on her face “MMMPFFFHHH!!!” *translation: UWAAAAAAHHHH!!!* *cue Mari from LLS!: SHINNNYYYYY!!!*

Kid Ruby saying ‘I love you’ to Weiss

“Now I can die in peace.” *soul went to heaven*

 “Err… I didn’t know Weiss could be…” Trailed Blake.

“A pervert?” Suggested Yang while nodding. “Me neither.”

“Uhh… guys what happened here? And why is Weiss bleeding?!” Panicked Ruby, seemingly had returned back to normal.

“Too… much… cuteness… guhhh…” Moaned Weiss fainting again.

“Weiss? Weiss?! WEISS!!!”

#wrw2018 #white rose week #rwby #weiss schnee #ruby rose #day 6 #kids #attempt at humor

[sickandvomiting]

Okay, so I really like your OC Jon (Tron). I know emeto is your main, but I was wondering if you would consider doing a drabble with him just having a terrible cold? You can include other OCs of your choice, of course! (If not, that is 100 percent fine, and I understand completely!)

This was so fun to write oh my god. I also realize that I’ve never actually used Jeeves before so have some Jeeves as well. Thank you for the prompt!!

“UGHHHHHHHH”, Tron moaned loudly. The sound was muffled by at least five blankets that Tron had stolen from his friend’s beds over the course of the night. Even with the added layers, he was still shivering. God, it was so cold. He sniffled miserably and rolled onto his other side, trying to find a comfortable way to position his aching, chill-wracked body. He tried to take a breath in through his nose, but the air caught in his sinuses and he couldn’t fully inhale. It was like someone has stuffed his nose full of cotton, then added more for good measure, then sealed the whole thing off with a cork. He manually blocked one nostril and sucked in hard, trying to clear the path, but it only served to dislodge a bit of the mucus, which he choked on as it hit his windpipe. He launched into a painful coughing fit, the force of which seemed to tear at his already sore and swollen throat. When the fit subsided he practically yelled in frustration. He just wanted to feel better already.

It had been days. Days of hiding under stuffy blankets, and alternating between freezing and burning– sometimes he felt like he was both hot and cold at the same time. Days of blowing his stuffed and yet still running nose into scratchy government issue toilet paper. Days of barely being able to swallow because his glands were so swollen and the back of his throat was so raw. Nights of restless, fitful sleep accompanied by dark dreams and haunting shadows that his fever addled brain took a few minutes to shake even after he woke up. And he was done.

    “Muffinnnn,” he whined noisily to the camp cook. His voice was gravelly and cracking, and he coughed weakly as the action irritated his throat. “I’m actually dying, Muffin. Write me a nice eulogy. Tell my parents I loved them.” However, because he was completely buried under a mound of blankets, he couldn’t see that Muffin had already left. He had left quite awhile ago, actually. The only one left in the barracks was Jeeves, a whiny twig of a man who was spoiled rotten by rich parents as a child and well into his adult life as well.

    “Better you than me, Tron,” Jeeves said with a contemptuous sniff. “Just try not to get the rest of us sick.” He had his t-shirt’s neck pulled over his nose and mouth. An unintelligible grumble came from under the mound of blankets.

    “What was that now?” Jeeves leaned as close as he thought was safe.

    “I SAID FUCK YOU JEEVES!” Tron roared as he pulled the blankets from over his face for added clarity. However, the effort of yelling was too much for his scratchy throat and threw him into a particularly violent coughing.

Tron buried his face into the crook of his elbow and he hacked. He felt a disgusting mix of phlegm and spittle flying from his lips as his lungs tried to force their way out his mouth, and he felt something in his ribcage pop, sending a spike of pain radiating all the way down his side. And the thing worst thing was it didn’t seem to be stopping. He just coughed and hacked and gagged when the coughs were too strong. His eyes were closed tight against the pressure. He was sure that if he opened them they would pop right out of it skull. White spots danced across the corners of his vision with each barking expulsion. Tears slid down his cheeks from pain and exertion as he gasped for air, which only made him cough harder. He only vaguely registered the sounds of the door opening and slamming shut. Seconds later the sound repeated, and suddenly he felt large strong hands on his back, one steadying him and the other patting firmly between his shoulder blades. Muffin. He felt smaller fingers, slender and soft, pushing back his bangs from his sweaty forehead and pushing a cool damp washcloth in their place.

When the fit finally subsided he hung his head weakly. The small hands kept the cloth pressed to his face when his head dropped, and someone wiped the mess of saliva and tears from his face with toilet tissue.

“Guhhh,” he groaned miserably as he opened his red-rimmed eyes blinking slowly as they acclimated to the light. He heard a high pitched yelp and suddenly the small hands left his forehead.

He tried to focus his hazy vision on the startled figure in front of him. He was surprised to recognize Jeeves. His addled brain tried to figure out what had caused the fright, but this was answered for him when Jeeves suddenly grabbed Tron’s face in both hands and turned it toward the light, looking hard at his left eye.  

“It’s bright red!!” Jeeves whispered in awe. “I think you burst a blood vessel in your sclera during the fit!” He turned Tron’s head about, inspecting his eye, clearly fascinated. He hastily added, “Sorry about the jump, it just wasn’t what I expected to see.”

“How you are ever gonna be a doctor if you jump at red eyes is beyond me,” Muffin said.

“H-hey now!” Jeeves started, voice cracking in indignation.

Tron rasped, “How you’re ever gonna be a doctor when you pull a t-shirt over your face to keep from catching a cold is beyond me…” His throat was entirely shot, and his voice sounded more like a pitiful squeak than anything else. Tron moaned as Jeeves released his face, and his aching head fell heavily into his own hands. He felt like his skull would split in two any second.

Jeeves thought for a second. He could go sulk about their rude remarks. That’s what he really wanted to do. But he wanted to show them that he was okay to study medicine. He wanted to show them that wasn’t as bad as they assumed.  So instead of going to skulk around the camp, he rewet the washcloth and dabbed it gently over Tron’s flushed face.

    “To be entirely fair, this seems more like the fucking pneumonic plague than a cold,” he said softly, aware of how loud noises might affect his ill comrade’s splitting headache. Jeeves looked up toward Muffin. He was met with wide, shocked eyes.

    “I didn’t know you actually knew swear words!” Muffin chided.

    “Yeah, when you hang around ingrates like you guys enough, you pick up a few things.” Jeeves voice was gentle, his tone kind. Which was strange for the normally callous young man. An odd mischievous grin played at his lips before he pressed the cloth into Tron’s hand and stood, ready to leave. He was just about to close the door when Muffin nudged Tron and cocked his head in Jeeves’ direction, eyebrows indicating that he was expecting something more from the ill man. Tron grumbled a bit, but looked the smaller man in the eyes.

    “Thanks, Jesse,” he managed. After a moment’s pause, he added, “You’re a decent guy under all of the weird sweaty angst, ya know?”

    A genuine smile lit up Jeeves’ face at the use of his given name. But he held a slender finger up in front of his lips and said “Shhh. Don’t let anyone else know, yeah?”

    Both Tron and Muffin pressed a finger to their lips in agreement. Jeeves turned on his heel and stalked out the door.

    Muffin turned to Tron and met his eyes, Both whispered a simultaneous bewildered “What the fuck??”

    Jeeves smiled to himself. Maybe there was hope for him yet.

#my writing #sickfic #fever #cold #coughing #chills #my ocs #Tron #Jeeves #muffin #male illness #also being the idiot that I am I didn't realize that if you said his names together it's jon///Tron #which is not at all what I was going for I do not like him #vietnam group

[aromatickindling-blog]

To Nobel Michel (unwillingly)

    Nobel Michel: a thousand year old kingdom whose concentration of power made it the crown jewel of the Western Continent. Its castle happened to be the very rendezvous point where the 6-kingdom alliance had been forged, not by choice, but out of necessity. Once, the land making up Nobel Michel radiated a magnetic field only dragons, now known as manaketes, could live in. Humans fell prey to an illness if they set foot within its borders. First nausea, then paralysis, collapse, and finally a slow death. At least, that was how most second-hand accounts described it. No one dared set foot in the land of dragons, no one but the first monarch of Nobel Michel.

    Philip, Dres Van, Charles, Altaria, Liberty, and Oriens all told variations of the story, each laying claim as to Nobel’s origins, but every variation on the story converged when it came to his relationship with the divine dragon Nagi. Nagi often traversed the borderlands of what would become Nobel Michel, always spying on humans brave enough to approach it. At the time, the field was visible to humans - illuminated by the manaketes as both a warning and gift to avoid conflict. Whether it had been out of pity for such frail creatures or genuine curiosity as to how humans could fare over centuries, no one knows.

    Nagi belonged to a sect of manaketes eager to study the lives of humans, and like most of her group, sought to concentrate her powers into a tangible form so she could take on the body of a human. They are – were...the only group of dragons known well enough by humans. Most magic users today owe their arcane knowledge from this group. As for the rest of dragon society, they remained as dark as the ocean depths. To us, these beings lived long enough, resisted most forms of assault, and held wisdom well beyond the days of the gurus. They were practically gods in the flesh walking alongside humanity. Some resisted being termed deities, but others ate up the title eagerly. Too eagerly, perhaps...

“Sis~! C’mon, you’re spacing out again!”

“Eh?”

“Look, even Cornelius is worried about you!”

Two sets of watery, concerned eyes bore into my own. Ah, right…

   We had been coerced into staying two weeks at Nobel Michel in exchange for the prize money from the annual coliseum tournament held in Nobel Michel’s capital, to be split in half between myself and a man known as Sir Yakov. We had both made it into the finals, but our match went interrupted halfway. Someone, or some group, had enchanted the bones of a long-dead manakete and several wyverns. Elder magic, no doubt. Neither light nor anima have the ability to reanimate and control organic material.

  Thanks to that interference not only was I forced to into a corner where I had to sacrifice my hood to keep their Royal Highnesses alive, my entire identity went exposed to the public in San Iris Coliseum. Two years as a sellsword building up a reputation, two years spent gathering funds as a traveling coliseum fighter, two years volleying letters back and forth between supporters of his late majesty in Shaharazal and abroad, two Nagi-forsaken years I hoped would continue so crown prince Saladin could continue to grow and gather strength to take back Shaharazal from the vacuum of aristocratic squabbling that it had become in our absence. All that effort, destroyed in an instant.

“Sis...”

I don’t know if his late siblings nor parents could ever forgive me for my failure as court tactician.

“Sis, are you okay?”

For letting Din fall into this situation.

“Sis.”

If I had only…

“Sis!”

“SQUARK!”

Guhhh...I did it again.

“Sis...your brow’s creased again.”

Din visibly pouted, with Cornelius’ feathered mane mimicking his irritation. Trying to steady my strained head, ears still ringing from our mount’s irate call, I heeded their insistence.

“My apologies, Din.”

I gave a weak smile. No more deafening myself to our present situation.

Which also meant-

“Oooh, your griffon’s feathers look so shiny! It suits you and Din! Oh yeah, hi Din!”

Frantic waving came from the carriage in front of us, latching from a rich brown mop of hair.

My face scrunched slightly. Din on the other hand…

“Hee hee, thanks Roberto! And don’t worry about sis, she’s like Cornelius.”

“Din, eyes forward.”

“Like you have any authority on that!”

“Guhh...”

The Prince of Altaria gave out a sunny smile in response.

“Loosen up, Miss Green! Or you might fall to the disease my poor butler suffers from.”

“Precaution isn’t a disease, Prince Roberto.”

Another arm, immaculately clothed in warm granite shades, served to stifle the prince’s enthusiastic one.

“Now sit back down properly while we make our way to Nobel Michel castle, lest you force me to do so for you.”

“Trapped again...”

I could almost feel sympathy for how the prince’s arm wilted in his butler’s grip.

“Until we meet again, my heroic Miss Green, Sir Din.”

“...”

“Sorry for the trouble, Prince Roberto!”

I sighed, muttering under my breath.

“Don’t grant such titles...I just did what I could at the time...”

“? You’re still so weird, Sis.”

“Am I now?”

That earned a light punch to the arm from him.

“Yeah. We get two weeks at a castle cost-free, waited hand and foot by people, and we can scout out the place if we want~!”

As he continued, his voiced laced itself in a mocking dour tone.

“And yet here you are, lost in thoughts, moaning about how we found ourselves in this situation. Didn’t you tell me before and I quote: ‘Din, you should endeavor to seek any opportunities on and off the battlefield as a tactician to ensure the best outcome?’ Well, we have one now!”

Blink, blink, flutter.

He’s right.

And I found myself blooming with pride at his sharp memory, another smile gracing its way onto my lips.

“Heh, you really are shaping up to be a tactician anyone can rely on, Din. Thank you.”

Saucers dabbed with amber greeted my eyes.

Have I neglected to tell him how far he’s come in his studies?

Oh…

“You mean it?”

“! Yes, Din. You’ve done wonderfully. When we get to Nobel Michel castle, how about we play a round  so I point out how much you improved?”

Din grinned in return.

“You bet! I’ll make sure to beat you this time too!”

That earned him a laugh.

“You’re on. And don’t think I’ll give my title as Shaharazal’s War Scorpion away so easily.”

“Croooo~”

Both carriages in front and behind became privy to Cornelius’ stretched out wingspan.

“Tired, old boy?”

I started to reach into one of his saddle bags for a fresh carrot when a soft voice gently coaxed itself into my ears.

“My, what a lovely display of feathers. It’s as though the sun itself kissed each quill and spun its golden rays into every plume. And to think, a Valkyrie graces this steed, sent from the heavens to protect all of us when someone sought to end us back in San Iris. Why-”

The young man’s description became more and more lacquered in absurdity, as my face revolted in turn, making me feel slightly feverish.

This was going to be a long day.

#BMP FE AU #I was getting sick of working on the same drawing for about a week now #but at least the lineart's finished #Hopefully I can finish it by Wednesday #And move on to the next prince #In the mean tine I may as well avoid losing all my prompts by writing or jotting down notes #Also yeah I'm sorry if Roberto Alberto or Edward sound OOC #My consistency is as solid as butter on a summer's day