#swirly clouds are always fun

[redd956]

Tornado Safety

This year’s tornado season prediction for the united states is looking quite grim, so I decided to make this lil tornado safety post.

Difference between Warning and Watch

First you need to know the different between a tornado warning and a tornado watch. 

A tornado watch means there is a potential risk for tornadoes.

A tornado warning means that server weather as bean spotted.

The real one you know to get going for is the tornado emergency which means that there is truly something heading your way. However you should respond to all of these appropriately, and if one is issued keep watch for the weather.

What to look out for

The calm before the storm is a real thing. The wind may die down, and the air become still. Everything might fall silent for a moment

The sky is turning dark really fast, or green, or both.

A roar similar to that of a distant freight train. Tornado’s sound like freight trains.

Fast moving and rotating clouds, especially if they’re making a funnel shape

Obviously tornado watches escalating for tornado warnings

What to do

Let’s say the tornado warning is now issued, and eventually a tornado is coming your way. What do you do? Well the situation depends on how immediate the danger is, and what your circumstances are.

First let’s start with the “average”  American advice. Go to the lowest level of your home, and hopefully a basement or storm shelter. 

Now if that isn’t an available option, there’s no need to fear or panic. The lowest level of your home is advised. Try an small enclosed room, with low to minimum windows, such as a bathroom, closet, or center hallway.

If you are in a mobile home GET OUT OF THERE. 

WHY DOES THE UNITED STATES HAVE THESE, WHEN THEY’RE OVERPRICED ANYWAY, DEATH TRAPS, AND ITS THE COUNTRY WITH THE HIGHEST TORNADO RATES.

Let’s say there’s nowhere to go.

Go to a safe available nearby building, especially if it has a basement. However if that is still not an option lie in the nearest ditch (I know it sounds crazy but it works) and shield your head/neck with your hands

If taking shelter in a home, make sure everyone is with you. That can include pets, but if you’re in a super emergency situation it is better to leave them and get to shelter as quick as possible.

If you can get low and shield head, or body with a mattress, blanket, etc.

Natural Disaster Safety

Doesn’t matter where you live, you should probably have an emergency kit, especially one attuned to the climate of your area. This doubles if you’re in a natural disaster prone area.

Many of those in the United States have learned lately what the consequences of not having the proper equipment on hand are.

So what should you have for a tornado?

Battery Powered Radio

Flashlight

Extra Batteries

First Aid Kit

Water & Canned Food

Emergency things tailored to people of household (medical problems, etc)

If you live in a cold region also have cold safety materials too

What NOT to do & Extra

Don’t disregard the watches, and especially the warnings. They are there for a reason, and you should really keep an eye out. You might even want to head to shelter anyway if the wind is crazy strong.

Don’t stand near windows, or be that classic midwesterner who is on their porch getting a good shot of that swirly cloud of death. I know its fun...but its not safe.

If the situation is an absolute emergency don’t take time to grab your valuable. Its devastating to lose them, I've been there, but you can replace most tiny things and not a life.

Make sure any invalid family members have their own viable tornado plan. My grandma lives in a tornado prone area, and the plan has completely changed since she’s been confined to a walker. Make sure your family members like that have a plan.

Being in a car during a tornado is not safe at all. Drive to nearest shelter, or get out and hop in that ditch.

If the tornado looks like its standing still, it’s not. That shit is heading towards you.

Always be sure to remember to cover your head, or help shield your children.

Myth Busting

Overpasses are not safe shelter for when you’re in a car. It’s a myth, take that ditch instead if need be, or drive to a shelter.

Hiding under your car is dangerous. Tornados can drop on your car, either crushing you or sucking you up into the air along with your vehicle

Cars cannot outrun tornados

Don’t open your windows. It’s not going to stop the tornado from blowing your house over, instead it may even help it. It will allow for debris to enter your home easier, and cause the wind to be able to tear your house apart from the inside out.

Aftermath

It’s hit now, maybe your house was safe or not. Keep track of watches still, tornados can return, or could be apart of a tornado outbreak, meaning a second or even third tornado can hit the area. 

Assume all downed lines are active and dangerous, try not to use the gas, electricity, and water til you’re sure its safe.

If you’re not home return home once it’s deemed safe

Keep aware of damaged buildings, glass, debris, etc. 

If you want to and have the chance help your fellow man, lost animal, and etc. Checking on people is a kind and lifesaving thing to do, as well as securing people’s pets.

All of this from a person who lived in a tornado prone area growing up, to you.

#tornado safety #survival hacks #tornadoes #tornado #2023 #midwest #tornado alley #tornado what to do #life saving #advice #life tips #natural disasters #cw natural disasters #natural disaster safety #natural disaster #twister #cyclone #safety tips #survival advice

[courfeyracs-swordcane]

💌 :3

OH, YOU WANNA DO THIS? WE CAN FUCKIN DO THIS!!!!! Do not make three mouth at me we can fuckin do this

I am once again saying that Tumblr Mutual is an incredibly funny way to refer to you, my boyfriend from real life, but let’s GO. (Also note from the future it’s 1am and I did 100% kind of lose coherence halfway through this. However,)

Right off the bat. INCREDIBLY cool I’ve been saying this for years now and if you poke me when I finished typing this I can pull up receipts. Top ten Coolest Guys I’ve Ever Met in the most stereotypical definition of that word possible. Yk. The vibes are off the charts

We’ve covered how you’re gorgeous but I’ll do it again now that I don’t have to hold back: god FUCKING damn. god FUCKING DAMN!!!!! and also your VOICE what the FUCK you sing so goddamn well and I’m really really normal about it?? ALSO AGAIN. INCREDIBLY FUN TO DO MAKEUP ON EVEN FOR NON GAY REASONS. also the SKIPPING and the swinging my hand at knotts you’re literally adorable Jesus Christ

also I love the way you care about people— the way you remember things they say and like and are and bring them back up?? I just think that’s very cool (top ten things I can’t remember if I ever wound up saying but have been thinking since you started sending Cy zine apps)(also you held my hand and pointed out all the scare actors and I love you for that)

ALSO. ONE LINERS GUY. POETRY GUY. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. you’re so goddamn good with words I don’t think I’ll ever be over it!!! (also. Definitely never gonna be over hearing you read them. Agh.)

Also. Relatedly. you’re fucking hilarious. All the time. I laugh so much around you.

Good taste in music. Good taste in media. Good taste in vibes and aesthetics. Good taste in blorbos both store bought and homemade. Incredibly chewy takes on all the above. Incredibly fun to talk to about all of them. 10/10

INCREDIBLE hugs also and very very comfortable to put my head on and also YOU CAN PICK ME UP WHAT THE HELL. WHAT THE HELL. what the hell. That’s my job!!! Also you’re WARM?

Also this is not so much a you problem but you have really cool coworkers 10/10

We are setting aside all of the synesthesia shit you do to my brain until it’s not 1am and I can describe it better but you’re so down there you’re so in the dark and in the blue and in the red swirly and there’s the big light coming down and clouds around the moon and maybe a beast that’s too big to even see. TLDR. The Big Deep Dazzling Dark. that’s you. Honorific.

Top ten guys to hang out with ever also if you haven’t gotten that from the. Everything. Where’s the quote about knowing you can get along with someone if you can sit comfortably in silence for half an hour. that’s you. Also very easy to trust which I don’t know how to elaborate on but like!! Top ten guys who are safe to show things to and enjoy things with!

TOP TEN NICKNAMES GUYS ALSO. NEVER GONNA BE OVER THOSE EITHER.

There’s no way to phrase it without sounding insane but the way you?? move through the world??? is really really cool to me you’re just out there!!! You just come across as knowing yourself really well? Unsure how to explain it

ALSO. PREPARED FOR LITERALLY ANYTHING AT ALL TIMES. JESUS CHRIST. you have everything anybody could possibly need ready to pull out at a moment’s notice that was incredibly impressive. relatedly. the way you have recommendations for literally everything at all times?? Holy shit??? Also incredibly impressive!!! Goddamn!!

Also you can talk about things really well which is both impressive and also just always really cool to listen to! Good takes and effectively phrased and it’s just genuinely interesting no matter what it is 10/10 could listen to it forever

Also good driver holy fuck oooh baby when that LA traffic,

Also it’s funny when you bitch at all the surrounding cars 10/10

Also once again. HOT. also once again YOU SHOWED ME YOUR HOMETOWN 😭. also once again some of the most fun I’ve had in the last Ever this weekend we’re so out there we’re so fine we’re so back. Also once again WARM and COMFORTABLE and INCREDIBLY FUN AND FUNNY TO WATCH THINGS WITH I love the way you make your gay little comments and I love your gay little earrings and the things you do to my vocabulary and I love watching you dissect things and your reaction images compilation and your emojis aslo and I love the guy I am around you and I love how you talk about things and the way you write and the way you know me better than I ever could have expected and the way you act and behave and Are and the way you scheme for people I don’t think we even got into the absolutely off the charts generosity and I love your taste in everything and I love making blorbos and stories with you and it looks like you can cook really well and I love how you’re so easy to be comfortable with and I love how you’re so myths and stories and fairytales and I love how you can talk so well and I love how you’re so wetboy and so fishes and so water and so moon and I love how you think of me like the sun and I love being red and blue and I love how you can commit to the bit and to the aesthetic and I love you and you smell good also and there’s definitely more but it’s almost 2am now and I’m losing words so I’ll come back to this in the morning bc I’m definitely forgetting things and they’re Important

Tldr. Holy fuck.

#top ten guys that are WILDLY OUT OF MY LEAGUE but I’m NOT COMPLAINING

[theadventurerslog]

The Curse of Monkey Island | Part 6

Blood Islaaand, Blood Islaaand. It's Blood Island time! But first I still needed to chat with Haggis after the lowest-key mutiny, which he is not at all ashamed for despite the option to attempt to guilt him.

For progression the main goal is to ask him about the slippery greasy hand lotion, which he will not allow us to take even a drop of. He was willing to make a trade though for tar or a tar-like substitute since the ship was clean-out. Can't imagine why that would be...buk buk buk...

Once I was done with that I scooped up the bottle from the sand--Cap'n Nick's Shaving Soap. And the cork can be popped out by biting it.

In which I catch things at an interesting point in the animation...

Sidenote, a lot of inventory from before has been lost including, sadly, the book of ventriloquism.

Then it was time to get out to the island.

I love Blood Island so much. I love the look and atmosphere of it. That night sky and lots of those lovely swirly clouds. I love the music on the map screen. In fact I'm gonna link it here.

For all the ominous bits about this place, I find the place strangely comfy.

First stop: forest clearing where Elaine landed.

There's Elaine, the ring which is really stuck and can't be simply pulled off as is (but slippery lotion would help), and fireflies. There was nothing to do here at the moment except enjoy the view of the lighthouse in the distance, and be reassured Elaine is...okay...ish. No worse anyway.

Second stop: a beach.

The main points of interest are the rubber tree with an egg in a nest, and the sea water. There's an easter egg here! Other than the egg.

Try using the water 25 times, which can thankfully be done rapidly and he'll enter the water. "Well, if you insist."

And you get a scene from The Secret of Monkey Island in which Guybrush drowned if the player didn't solve the puzzle to get out fast enough. That... sounds rather morbid when just writing it out. I mean it is morbid, but... carrying on.

Once Guybrush comes back to the beach he just says "I hope it was worth it for you." Always, sir, always.

Third stop: the lighthouse. It's in rough shape.

The mirror's been broken and the lamp from the lamp post is missing. Again, nothing to do here at the moment, but it'll matter later.

Fourth stop: the Goodsoup Hotel. In a way this is the sort of central hub to the island. There will be lots to do here through the whole time on the island.

There's the outside deck with the main point of interest being a barbecue over an empty trough. And a big cast-iron cooking pot on the barbecue.

And then it was time to go inside.

Welcome to the Goodsoup Hotel. We've got:

The bartender: too hungover to talk and will regularly ask you to be quiet.

A nacho machine. The cheese is congealed. There's a fork stuck in it. That fork haunted me when I got here the first time I played. I was certain you had to get it out somehow. Sometimes a stuck fork is just a stuck fork. And a hint.

There's a couple grog ads--the neon one is animated!

A door that goes to a back room that I entered later.

And Madame Xima the fortune-teller. I talked to her and she gave me a bit of fortune telling. She saw a wedding ring with a great part missing: a beautiful diamond. She saw a dark cave filled with evil men and a dark island in the form of a giant skull.

Then you can goad her into using her tarot cards to tell your fortune. She pulled a death card. Then you can keep goading her to keep doing it until she pulls a total of five death cards and wants nothing more to do with Guybrush because he's clearly cursed and/or will bring great ruin and evil on them all. But I was able to scoop the five cards. More inventory! Nothing to worry about here.

I then attempted to talk to the bartender.

He needed something to clear his head first.

There are a few things to grab or attempt to grab here.

Pamphlets for Big Whoop:

"It says, 'Visit Big Whoop for an eternity of pain and torment, I mean fun and laughter. If you're a pirate with a sturdy skeletal structure and a high threshold for pain...' "...but 'high threshold for pain' is crossed out and replaced with 'craving for adventure'..." 'Then Big Whoop is the place for you! Visit Big Whoop! Do it right now.' "There's no pictures or maps or anything. It just says that it's an awful lot of fun, honest."

A cushion that's already falling off the stool.

A tip jar but the attempt to get it makes too much noise for the suffering bartender so you can't get it.

And a recipe book. I want to share all the recipes because they're ridiculous and most of these were in Monkey Island 2! Or skip ahead if you're not interested in drinks.

Rum Rogers Rum Surprise 1 barrel rum 2 flasks rum, warmed 1 jigger rum 3 shots rum 1 tsp. vermouth Cilantro Combine all ingredients. Season with rum to taste. If vermouth is not available, substitute with rum.

Yellow Beard's Baby 1 jigger vodka 1 jigger rum Juice of 3 lemons 5 ml phenylalanine Cilantro Shake well with ice

The Bloody Stump 3 cups rum 2 tsp. sodium pentathol 1 jigger gin 1 jigger vermouth 3 cups tomato sauce Cilantro Blend all ingredients in lead container. Serve warm with the half of one raw potato as garnish.

The Blue Whale 1 jigger gin 1 jigger whiskey 1 jigger vodka 1 jigger grenadine 1 jigger paste Green dye #2 Yellow dye #5 Add soda. Mix with hook.

Phlegm and Tonic (very important in Monkey Island 2) Combine 1 part Yellow Beard's Baby with 1 part Blue Whale. Mix until mucus-green in color. Add cilantro.

That last one could have helped me the first time I played MI2 but I certainly didn't remember this, though it was a part I was able to figure out pretty easily myself anyway. But when I did play CMI again after playing MI2 for the first time it was fun to see all those drinks recipes.

The Bloated Tick 1 cup tequila 2 tbsp. maple syrup 1 Ib. sugar Juice of 1 salmon (boned) 5 tsp. curry powder 2 beets Cilantro Drink tequila. Combine discard remaining ingredients.

Now for puzzle solving the important part is at the end of the book.

"A Pirate's First Hangover Cure. Clears foggy heads!"

And that needs:

One (1) egg Pepper Hair of the dog that bit 'ya

It also notes to not mix with alcohol 'before operating rudders or other heavy machinery. Causes extreme, extreme, (extreme repeated many times) drowsiness.

So I needed to track down an egg, pepper and dog hair, but first I had the upstairs floor to check out.

There were several portraits to examine up here of various members of various branches of the Goodsoup family. One of note was Baron C. Lambert Chowder-Goodsoup, who looks 'a lot like the guy at the bar.'

There are a couple doors as well but one of them is locked. The other opens into a storage room.

You can look through the window in the door. There's a big nail holding up the portrait of C. Lambert. And there are portraits of the VanSalad family. Not much to do here yet.

Then I went downstairs into that backroom.

I grabbed a Big Whoop magnet off the fridge, but Guybrush refused to look in the fridge itself. There was a file cabinet for the Goodsoup Family Records. And finally a big wheel of processed cheese that's used for nacho cheese, but I need something to be able to chip any off.

It was time to gather the ingredients for a hangover cure. I still had some areas left unexplored.

I went to the graveyard first which is made of two screens.

There are two crypts one of which is the Goodsoup Family crypt. Both were locked. The couple of gravestones could be examined. "It says 'Tex Venture.' :( and a rhyming poem on the other one.

Screen two holds the gravedigger's home and tools.

And a dog!

But first there was a mallet and chisel to scoop up. Then dog, Old Blind Pew, according to his food bowl. He had some loose fur you can grab, but that's not enough because it needs to be from the dog that bit you.

In the easier mode there's a bone in his bowl you can feed him. In this one you have to improvise from your inventory. I fed him the rest of my maggoty biscuit...

Chomp chomp. I'm sure he didn't mean to bite Guybrush's hand at the same time... But it's all okay and that was the first ingredient acquired.

Then I went back to the beach for that egg in the rubber tree. You can't just knock it down or it would break on the rocky beach.

So put the cushion down, then knock the tree with the mallet.

One dropped egg and that's two done, easy-peasy.

The pepper is in another place I hadn't been yet: the windmill.

I love this shot. And so many swirly clouds to see from here.

There's a barrel of sugar water up on the windmill's platform but the door in is locked, so there's no way up there yet. Otherwise the only other thing here is the pepper plant. I grabbed the pepper, some kind of chili pepper and that's all the ingredients.

I gave the bartender all the ingredients and he made the cure and let me have the rest: Head-B-Clear.

He introduced himself as Griswold, the last of the Goodsoups and the proprietor the hotel.

There was a lot to talk about, so I'm going to try to summarize each of the points as best I can.

1. The hotel's state. It's not good. They haven't been getting any guests, not even the cannibals come anymore. They lost their main attraction. That main attraction was the volcano. It used to erupt at 6pm every evening and the lava would flow down under the barbecue. It's a lava barbecue (occasional cases of third degree burns just add to the thrills). But the volcano mysteriously stopped erupting. The hotel lost its appeal after that.

2. No guests except... the guest who never left. He checked into the hotel one night and never came out. After a bunch of frightening crashing and moaning and cursing Griswold finally had the room locked up and has never entered since.

3. The diamond. It was part of a ring that belonged to his great aunt, "Minnie 'Stronie' Goodsoup, who had been a wealthy member of Blood Island society. She'd fallen in love with a sailor who'd come in but before their wedding he stole the Goodsoup diamond from her ring and sold it to smugglers on Skull Island. She wore the engagement band until she died soon after. It's said she still haunts the Goodsoup family crypt. The only way to get into the tomb would be to die. "Oh crud".

4. Skull Island. There used to be a regular ferry, but according to the tales one night, the Welshman set out on his dinghy and was guided by the Blood Island lighthouse until halfway the light was mysteriously smashed. He became lost never to be seen again, but some say if you stare into the fog long enough at night you may see the Flying Welshman rowing in his 'ghostly dinghy, lost for all eternity.'

5. You can ask for a drink and one of the options is to ask for a fruity one with an umbrella in it. He doesn't have any more decorative little umbrellas but he does have a big normal one and puts that in there.

I got an umbrella and a drink.

And that was that for Griswold.

There are multiple tasks and three different end goals to accomplish here: find tar replacement, get Minnie's engagement band and get to Skull Island to get the diamond. Normally, I tend to bounce between routes and tasks as I hit different areas and grab more items. This time, for the sake of organization and writing this all down, I decided to remain more focused for once.

I decided to start with getting the engagement band as I now had the necessary tools. So coming up, it'll be time to figure out how to get into the Goodsoup Family tomb... On an island in which the Voodoo Lady foresaw Guybrush's death, and the fortune-teller drew five death cards and the tomb could be entered by dying... Dun dun duuun...

#monkey island #the curse of monkey island #CMI #CMI_Log #adventure games #LucasArts

[scrixels]

1026. Earth

#pixel art #pixel dailies #earth #planets #swirly clouds are always fun

[tracle0]

plinkly plonk

#art #artist #artist on tumblr #artblr #comic #original comic #original character #original art #drsw #don't ripple still waters #y e e t #I've been stuck on the same chapter for a good few weeks now #but rather than work on it #I drew this instead #which was fun! #I always like drawing swirly clouds #and I've never drawn a moon like that before #or a desert really #so hey! #experimenting is fun ya know? #in case you're wondering #ant is singing a spanish lullaby #which is stuck in my head #and I don't speak spanish so I'm just hearing it and being like ???? #I want to sing it!!! #time to learn spanish I guess #also I'm surprised the violin case matched the size of the violin #noticed that just now #and did not measure it whilst drawing #it just happened

[ashiemochi]

Ashie would Leon like it if you painted on him 👉👈👉👈👉👈 creating pretty sunsets and galaxies on his skin and ejebwjebeiebej

bc im an artist and think drawing on people is smth v fun to me and lowkey intimate (TO ME. I ENJOY DOODLING ON PEOPLE I LIKE-), this came out a bit more self-indulgent than I wanted it to be </3 i'd draw on you

why does this blurb hold a close place to my heart already, idk, but I'm not gonna look so much into it </3

Leon would be a bit hesitant at first, knowing the chemicals in paint are toxic. Hell, he witnessed you drinking from your paint water cup and go through five stages of 'holy-fuck-my-stomach-is-DYING'. Besides, he didn't think his body was a clean blank canvas. Scars painted them before you got to do it first with colours and brushes.

You had a habit of doodling mindlessly, especially if you were in a bad mood. Leon picked up on it when you were sitting on the couch with a pen in your hand, drawing little shrooms and flowers on your arm.

So when he found you by the coffee table after a long day of work and commissions with a pen in your hand, he knew you needed a canvas. A live one.

"Hey, sweetheart." Leon greeted you gently, kneeling down beside your form, "Whatcha doodling over there?"

"Nothin'" You mumbled and he peered over at your arm. You were drawing clouds.

"I like that one," He praised, tenderly taking your arm into his hand to get a closer look at the swirly clouds and your tired eyes looked up at him.

"Really?" You looked back down at it, tilting your head a little with a frown, "I think it looks like cotton candy."

Leon chuckled, caressing your skin with his thumb, biting back the urge to say 'and you taste like one' but instead nodded at your used up alcohol wipes, "How long have you been at this?"

You glanced at the ink dyed wipes, grumbling, "About 30 minutes? My skin feels like it's gonna burn off."

Leon clicked his tongue, "Can't have you do that to yourself then."

Your eyebrows shot up when he began unbuttoning his shirt then smiled apologetically, cheeks dusted a little red, "Leon, I'm sorry but I'm really not in the mood."

He laughed a little at that, "I'm aware of that, sweetheart. How about you use me as your canvas instead?"

Your eyes perked up at his, visibly lighting up, "Really?"

"Really." He slipped it off completely, setting it onto the couch behind you, "Now hurry up before I change my mind."

In his years of knowing you, he never saw you run so fast to your painting room and return with a handful of paint and a small pink cup of water.

"Alright, Picasso," Leon stretched, making your eyes scan his toned chest and your canvas, "Where do you want me to be?"

On the couch is where you wanted him to sit and you on his lap. Leon could practically see the tiredness in your eyes shift to a more relaxed one, eyes soft with love as they followed your brush leaving behind a trail of orange mixed with space purple.

His hands were on your hips, caressing your skin through his shirt that you always 'borrowed'. You'd sometimes smudge in a line between two colours with the tip of your finger, tracing the faint scar right under his collarbone.

For his comfort, you made sure to go gentler on his scars, muttering 'so beautiful' and 'pretty' under your breath subconsciously because his scars showed how much he was giving to the world; how much he was doing to keep the people safe.

Leon found the moment soothing, contrasting deeply with his line of work. You within his reach and more, painting his skin with a picture so ethereal, he wouldn't wish for something more. His blue eyes gazed at yours lovingly, you not noticing his love-struck orbs.

When you finally did, your cheeks turned redder at the intensity of his stare. Not out of discomfort, but at how much adoration he was emitting without saying a word.

Leon closed the distance between your lips to lace his with yours ever so tenderly, but he made sure to not move his chest much as to not mess up your painting.

"You mean so much to me, alright? Don't feel shy coming to me when you need me." He whispered against your lips when you two parted, "I'll be here whenever and wherever you want me to be."

Your eyes stung slightly with tears, having been feeling overwhelmed with everything, and you nodded, smiling softly which he returned.

"Thank you, Leon."

#im in a soft mood #no one touch me </3 #i dont paint physically bc im a digital artist #still this hit a little too close to home #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil infinite darkness #leon s kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader smut #dbd fanfic #thank you for this ask lynnie ily #leon kennedy thirst hours

[starcrossedkaiju]

Kingslayer AU: Chapter Seven

This one is very nice I think you will like it. I call this the “Scott accidentally makes friends” arc.

Scott had just returned from a boring mining trip. Thankfully it wasn’t netherite duty this time. He was looking forward to sitting down after putting everything away when he looked out the window.

Martyn was perched on top of the walls, he seemed to be writing something. Scott’s interest was piqued. It was just after nightfall and cold out. He wondered what the other man was doing as he quietly opened the door of the Renchanting base. It was one in the morning when he checked the clock. There was time to spare.

The world was silent save for a chorus of crickets. It had stormed the night before and a thin blanket of snow preserved the land in tiny crystals. Scott did his best not to crunch the ice beneath his feet as he approached the ladder strung over the high walls.

Looking up, he saw that the sky was clear and brilliantly lit by the stars. A third quarter Moon hung in the air. Obfuscated by the only bank of clouds in the night sky.

He climbed.

As Scott approached the top, he wondered what he was even planning to do. He was going to talk to Martyn, then what. The whole Red Army was still walking on eggshells around him. Of course he didn’t mind. No, he wasn’t supposed to. He was a spy.

That’s what he told himself to sleep better at night.

Yes, ever since he’d started “intermingling” with the Red Army he had grown to admire their friendship. Not between himself and them so much as between each other. It was refreshing. Scott caught himself smiling along with their jokes, tapping his foot to the beat of whatever song was on the radio.

He didn’t dare laugh, or start a conversation, that would be out of line for him. Not yet. Not right now. When tensions were still so high.

Scott poked his head over the top of the wall. Ever so slightly, glancing at the deserted surroundings. He ducked down just enough so that Martyn wouldn’t be immediately aware of his presence. Still contemplating whether or not he was making a good decision.

“You know, if you’re aiming to be sneaky you should really think about investing in a hat,” Martyn’s voice shook Scott from his thoughts.

It also shook him from his perch on the ladder. He jumped in surprise and threw his hands up, conveniently forgetting about the rung he was holding onto.

“Well, this is it,” Scott’s mind said to him, at least his green life track record wasn’t too shabby.

A hand clasped around his wrist, suspending him in air with his feet braced on the ladder.

Scott stared wide eyed up at Martyn, who looked like he was contemplating letting him go. Then he pulled the other back to the ladder and sat back down.

“Uh, thank you,” Scott almost whispered. Pulling himself up onto the wall.

“Well it would be very hard to explain to Timmy,” Martyn replied.

“Jimmy,” Scott corrected, still looking at his feet.

“Timmy,” Martyn said back immediately.

Scott shut up.

“Major?,” Martyn looked over at him. Scott’s head snapped to attention.

“Jesus! Are you possessed?” He asked.

“No. I’m fine,” Scott assured. He didn’t want to admit to himself that the Hand made him nervous.

Martyn laughed at his expense, “calm yourself Major,” he clapped him on the shoulder.

Against his best interest Scott flinched a bit. Trying to laugh off his discomfort.

“What brings you out here in the middle of the night?” Martyn changed the subject.

“I- uh. I saw you up here,” Scott scooted a bit closer, swinging his legs over so that he was facing the same way as the other man. He looked over to see what Martyn was working on.

A book with plain pages was splayed across his lap, the page open was about halfway through the well loved sketchbook. The first half’s papers were crinkled and discolored from use. On the open canvas was a few disconnected sketches of figures that Scott didn’t recognize. Smudges and erase marks scattered the page.

“What’re you drawing?” Scott asked. Aiming to redo the icebreaker.

Martyn held out his art book so the other could see better, “these are just some sketches of people I used to see on TV. That’s Metal Man. I’m certain he wasn’t actually called that; but I can’t remember his real name,” he explained.

Further down the page was “Scarlet Witch,” then there was a drawing of Ren that neither of them mentioned.

Scott pointed to the last drawing, a bust of a superhero-looking man, “that one looks like you,” he observed.

“Mm, maybe a little?” Martyn replied with a bashful inflection.

“Yeah that’s totally you. He even has the little swirly thing on the chest,” Scott said. Martyn made a dismissive gesture.

“Aw come on. Like you never wanted to be a superhero,” he replied quietly.

Scott giggled. He wasn’t making fun of Martyn. It was just funny, a little, to see the Hand of the King up here doodling cartoons.

“I usually come out here to draw the sky. It’s different every night, always pretty,” Martyn flipped the page back to reveal a drawing of the night sky.

It took up two pages, landscape style, entirely pencil. The scenery even included some landmarks like the very top of Big B’s base. Scott noticed that Martyn’s fingers were covered in excess graphite from blending out the stars.

It was beautiful.

“Helps me umwind,” Martyn flipped a few pages forward to a blank spread, “you should try it,” he suggested as he put the sketchbook in the other’s lap.

Scott sat cluelessly. Staring at the page when he was handed a pencil.

“I’m no artist. Not like you are,” he tried to pass the supplies back but the other refused.

“Whatever you want. It doesn’t have to be the sky, it doesn’t have to be anything recognizable,” Martyn encouraged.

Scott nodded. He adjusted his grip on the pencil and positioned it above the page. It stayed there motionless while he thought.

Martyn had grabbed his hand on that ladder. He let him sit next to him while he was completely vulnerable, trying to get away from reality on top of the wall as long as he could. Martyn showed him pieces of his world. The world the way he saw it, the way he chose to preserve it. Remember it.

He shared it without question and now he was telling Scott to do the same. Show him a bit of his reality so he could understand.

This was a leap. Scott knew it, straight out of his comfort zone; and there would be no turning around, but something in the back of his mind screamed that he couldn’t keep hiding from people.

So a line showed up on the paper, followed by another. Scott pulled the image out of his mind and funneled it through the pencil, the foreground and then the background. A landscape that shaped itself across the whole page. There were mountains fading into blue against the skyline, he remembered, a river with a house on one of its banks.

A floating mass of land in the sky with vines hanging from the bottom, and a building on top.

Martyn didn’t say anything. It was like he wasn’t even there. Scott started drawing a figure to occupy the space. Reaching deep into his mind to see their face. Their faces. Soon instead of one person there was two, then three, then four. He drew every attribute and detail that came back to him.

Twelve people. He didn’t want to forget them.

When Scott finished he put the pencil down next to him. So Martyn knew he was done. He held the page up to study what he’d made, looking for anything he may have forgotten.

“That’s pretty cool,” Martyn complimented him.

“Really?” Scott asked.

“Yeah, I like that dude. The one with the wings,” Martyn pointed to where Scott had drawn a man gliding through the air with huge wings, holding onto his striped hat.

“I don’t remember his name,” Scott admitted. Mostly to himself.

“He had a name?” Martyn asked.

“They all did. I can barely remember their faces,” Scott replied, running his fingers over each of the people he’d drawn. An ugly feeling of guilt made a home in his chest.

“It’s a lovely picture,” Martyn said after a few seconds. He took the book from Scott and ripped a chunk of the pages out, “here,” he held them towards Scott. Including the one he’d been drawing on.

Scott was shocked that the other had desiccated his art book so quickly, but took the pages. He may as well.

“Use em’ however you like. I have plenty more,” Martyn instructed. He clapped Scott on the back again.

Scott flashed him a smile, hoping he didn’t look too much like an idiot, “Thank you,” he said.

“I have to go,” Scott jumped quickly back onto the ladder. He made it a few rungs down before pausing and returning to the top.

“Sorry for kicking you in… You know,” he apologized.

Martyn threw his head back in laughter, “thanks Major,” he replied.

“Bye,” Scott responded. He descended the ladder quickly and jogged to the exit of Dogwarts, fumbling with the doors and then trudging down the hill to make way for his flower forest.

“Remember to get a hat!” Echoed from behind him.

Scott turned around momentarily and nodded to Martyn on the wall, then continued into the trees.

#fwiendship??? #i think next chapter is my favorite of the recently written ones #kingslayer au #3rdlife smp #3rdlife #3rd life smp #inthelittlewood #scott smajor #dogwarts

[passivenovember]

You Look Stupid When You’re Sad.

Steve Harrington smelled of sour patch kids and unbaked cookie dough.

Billy didn't think it was a bad smell, exactly, just weird; intense, heady, and stuck to the walls of his brain. Doughy when the sunlight couldn't dry the track marks of Steve's sweat before nap time, heady when it got into Billy's system and stuck with him like the thrum of his heartbeat.

Wherever Billy went Steve Harrington was there. Like a shadow. A noisy, scrawny, wire-frame glasses wearing shadow that elbowed its way into the chair across from Billy's during lunch and followed him around at recess; three feet behind and always pretending to spot interesting shapes in the clouds when he thought Billy wasn't looking, but.

Billy was always looking.

It was so weird.

Steve was so weird. The way he made bright, happy noises when he was paired with Billy for station time, how he always drug his mat over from the other side of the room to sleep next to Billy when it was time to zonk out after second recess despite knowing that the spot was saved for Barbara, Billy's actual best friend.

She got nightmares and Billy liked to be there to hold her hand while she dreamed but every afternoon, without fail, Steve came wondering over with his lip stuck out in a question.

It was confusing.

Steve was so confusing. The way he hugged his mat to his chest, chin quivering with a little, "Okay. Sorry, Bills." Every time Billy slapped his hand on the carpet and growled that the spot was taken. Occupation, not reserved for pasty-kneed dorks with wire frame glasses, and.

Billy didn't want to make the kid cry, or anything, but he always managed to do just that. Paint himself as a bad guy.

Billy rubbed his forehead as Barb settled in on his left hand side one afternoon after such an altercation, smiling so big her lips disappeared behind the plastic frames of her glasses.

"What's wrong, Stevie?" She asked, and.

Billy tried not to be jealous.

Steve hiccupped, cheeks growing redder by the second. "I wanna nap with you guys but Billy won't let me."

"Hey, that's not--"

"You can sleep with us if you want to. Billy has a really big blanket, maybe he can share with both of us." Barbara looked at him expectantly, like. "Right Billy?"

And it was dumb.

It was so dumb, that they were staring at him with hopeful eyes and Steve's chin was still quivering and Billy didn't want to be the bad guy; he wasn't Mesogog and he didn't want to hurt the kid's feelings, but.

Steve Harrington got under his skin. With his soft hair and big brown eyes, always following Billy around and begging for the space to be made. Billy got clumsy and nervous when Bambi was nearby, and.

The idea of sharing space. Sleeping next to Steve with his chirpy little noises and warm soft hands, it.

Made Billy feel like he was breaking out in itchy red bumps.

No.

He would stick to his guns; the blanket just wasn't big enough for three people. But then, Billy's grumpy brain supplied, Steve could steal Barbara and keep her as his own best friend if Billy didn't let him stay, so. It was time to cut his losses.

"God, you look stupid when you're sad." Billy muttered.

Steve started crying again.

Billy really wished he'd stop that.

"I'm sorry, Billy. I know I'm dumb but I don't mean to be." Steve whimpered. He tucked his mat under his arm and made to get up.

And leave.

As if Billy would let Steve make him look bad in front of everyone, especially Barbara.

"Lay down, dork." Billy grumbled, tugging the blanket up around his shoulders and peeling it back for Steve reluctantly.

Harrington's smile was so bright it could've melted crayons when he settled in close, chirping happily as Billy pulled the blanket around them and tucked in on impulse. The room went dark, Mr. Talamantez reminding them to count butterflies if sleep wouldn't come.

It didn't.

Steve smelled too much like cream and sugar for Billy to get any rest at all.

--

"Whatcha making, Billy?" Steve asked, pink tongue poking out in concentration as he peered over Billy's arm at his art project.

A stack of pink and red construction paper was Billy's favorite thing in the world because it meant endless possibilities. Pink was soft and sweet, red was passionate and cool. Like hot wheels and firetrucks and hearts full of warm oven mitts, so.

He pulled the leaflets from his backpack during circle time and got busy, carefully folding the delicate paper hamburger style and then tracing swirly, dramatic lines for each heart on the page.

Valentines was Billy's most favorite day of the year.

Even more than Christmas, even more than his birthday, and only a little bit more than Halloween because on Valentines? The whole universe was covered in flowers and little tin wrapped chocolates and love hearts were the best thing for a kid to make with scissors.

Billy ignored Steve's tongue, turning his shoulders to the room. "I'm making love hearts."

"For who?"

"None of your beeswax."

"Okay," Steve said happily, grabbing a handful of markers and re-situating himself much closer than Billy would've liked. Steve's Nike's tapped the itsy-bitsy-spider on the rug as he declared, "I'm drawing batman on a surfboard!"

And Billy tossed aside his first ruined Valentine. "Oh cool, I don't remember asking."

"That's okay," Steve giggled. "Sometimes I get motor mouth. My Daddy says it's 'cause I'm a fruit."

"My daddy called me that sometimes before he got sick." Billy turned to glare at him. "That's not a good thing."

"It is to me!" Steve giggled again. He was always doing that. "I like Kiwis. My mommy packed some for lunch and I had them for breakfast. They're yummy in geek yogurt. They make me smile because they have beards!"

Steve cackled like kiwi's having beards was the funniest thing on earth and Billy wondered what there was to be so happy about.

He tried not to smile at Steve's dumb face. "I think you mean Greek yogurt."

"Yeah, probably. If I'm like a kiwi, that's alright, I think." Steve's tongue poked out again. "Surfboards make me think of you." He declared, and.

Steve smelled like toasted chocolate on s'mores, his hands somehow kicking up more of his sugary sweet odor each time he reached for a new piece of paper. Billy didn't know how he was supposed to get anything done when his circle buddy smelled like a chocolate birthday cake.

It was kinda gross.

Billy pulled out a sliver marker and traced Stinky Butt Max on one of the smaller Valentines, remembering to fold down the corners so the sensitive skin on her palms wouldn't get hurt when she inevitably started smacking him it.

The pink Valentine looked more like a chewed up Starburst gummy this way, but. Max wouldn't know the difference.

Steve peered over his shoulder again, cooing softly. Like a baby dove. "That ones pretty, Bills! Is Max your Valentine?"

"Ew," Billy wrinkled his nose like he sometimes did when Max needed a diaper change. "She's my baby sister, don't be an Ick Monster."

"What's an Ick Monster?"

"Somebody who makes weird jokes and says weird things, so." Billy shrugged, scrawling his mothers name on a second love heart. He poked Steve's tummy with his marker. "That's you, I think."

Steve giggled before slapping Billy's hand away, and. Watching him work.

After a while Steve inched closer. "So you don't have a Valentine?" He wondered, and.

Billy didn't understand the question. "Mr. Talamantez said we're all each other's Valentines so nobody feels sad."

"Yeah, but. Everybody has someone they want to smooch on Valentines." Steve started playing with his hair, fingers twisting waves in a sea of brown, like they sometimes did when he was nervous. "Someone they like best-best. Better than all the other kids."

Now it was Billy's turn to giggle. "That's icky."

"Smooching?" Steve's eyes sparkled. "It's fun sometimes."

"Like you've ever kissed anyone."

Steve looked offended. "Have too."

"Have not."

"Have too," Steve pouted, crossing his arms.

Billy began work on a third Valentine. "Who did you kiss?"

"Nancy Wheeler."

Billy snorted, not sure if he wanted to imagine Steve kissing Nancy Wheeler, or. Kissing at all.

Steve's chin started quivering. "You don't believe me?"

"No." Billy said lightly, capping the marker with a sniff.

Kissing was not fun. It was wet and violent and looked like it maybe hurt a little bit, the way he'd seen his mom and Susan kiss when he got up to go potty at night. Billy regarded Steve through easy, narrowed eyes; Steve wasn't the kind of boy who kissed like that.

"How come you're so weird?" Billy wondered.

"I like being weird." Steve said, reaching for a green marker to color in his surfboard. Steve nodded at the small pile of Valentine's strewn on the carpet between them. "You should put the love hearts on foam when you're done."

"I was already gonna do that, genius."

Billy wasn't already going to do that, but he'd eat a centipede before he let Harrington know he came up with a good idea.

"They could be superhero colors!" Steve hollered suddenly. He was so loud all the time. "That way your mommy and sissy can know that you love them because they're cool. Like Aqua-man."

Billy frowned, watching Steve fold his Batman drawing over and over again until it all but disappeared from sight. He leaned back against the wall with an eye roll, shocked out how much Harrington lacked any concept of taste, or.

Shame.

"Aqua-man isn't cool," Billy said. Because Aqua-man wasn't, he was like. The lamest of them all. "His only power is making the bad guys drown, at least the other heroes can punch really hard."

"Punching isn't always the best, though." Steve tucked Batman into the front pocket of his shirt, leaning into Billy's space. "Sometimes punching just makes the bad guys stronger. Like Wilson Fisk."

Billy frowned. "Punching works for Spiderman."

Steve considered this fact, pink tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth again. He thought really hard for a long time, as if Steve didn't have Spiderman socks on everyday at recess when he removed his Nike's to fill them with rocks.

Such a weird guy.

Finally, Steve smiled. "I like water, though. Your eyes are like water. From the fountain in the hallway, and like the lake at camp." Steve pushed his way into Billy's space, frowning with his head cocked to the side like there was more thinking to cross of the list. "You're very pretty, Billy. Like a cloud."

And.

Billy didn't have the words to articulate the way Steve's smell went a little crazy after that, like a bag of powdered sugar had caught fire from a signal light once he realized what he'd said. Billy waited for Steve to take it back, because.

Boys calling other boys pretty wasn't allowed in Mr. Talamantez' classroom, or. Anywhere else.

Steve didn't take it back.

"You wouldn't like Aqua-Man's water, 'cause you'd drown." Billy said, getting back to work on his Valentines if only for a distraction from the way Steve was watching him. "He doesn't control his power very well and sometimes the mean guys get hurt real bad."

Steve kept right on talking. "I wouldn't be a mean guy though," He reasoned, sliding impossibly closer on the alphabet rug. "I'd help him fight crimes. Like Captain Underpants!"

And.

Billy had nothing to say to that, sucked in and drowning by the way Steve's eyes were glittering.

"You're a weird guy, you know?" Billy breathed.

Steve's giggle went right to Billy's tummy, teaching it to do backflips, somehow.

"That's okay." Steve said, reaching back for a fresh piece of paper. "You'll remember me better and maybe you'll ask me to be your Valentine."

Steve's hair fell across his eyes, head bopping along to whatever song he was singing to himself today. His lips glittered like a frosted donut. Like he'd been eating a strawberry ice cream cone instead of confusing all the boys around him.

Maybe you'll ask me to be your Valentine.

Huh.

Billy started work on a new love heart and pretended not to notice.

--

On Tuesday morning Billy woke to the smell of pancakes and fresh squeezed orange juice.

Maxine was already up.

Her long red hair was piled on top of her head in two Princess Leia buns. Susan had put in little heart clips and the pink dress Billy's mommy had made special was already covered in mashed banana and something that looked like magic marker.

She was all ready for Valentines day.

Billy didn't understand why they bothered trying to make her look dainty when Max was more interested in destroying Billy's favorite toys and starting fires.

She sat on the floor of the room they shared together, sucking her thumb and playing with Billy's favorite race car. Her wet, chubby fingers made the blue Camaro shine brightly with spit and Billy felt like his face was burning up.

"Hey," He said, rubbing at his eyes. "Hey, you're getting spit all over my--"

"Race car!"

Max held it out to him triumphantly. Billy frowned, moving to grab it from her chubby little fist. "I know that's my race--"

"It's a blue car," Max said thoughtfully. She looked at him, like, "Blue cars are my favorite."

"It's my favorite too--"

"Can we share?" Max wondered, putting the little wheels on Billy's knee and letting the car zoom back and forth. He imagined that Evel Knievel was in the drivers seat wondering why his car wasn't first in the race.

She looked happy, like always, to be playing with Billy's toys.

He sighed. "Yeah, I guess we can share. It's Valentine's Day."

Max seemed to enjoy that. "I like today!"

"You do?"

"Yup," She said happily, little chubby fingers tangling in Billy's hair because he hadn't brushed it yet. "Candy and sour gummy worms and kisses from cute boys!"

Billy glared. "You're kissing cute boys?"

"Uh-huh!" Max hollered. "Lucas gave me a dandelion."

Billy thought long and hard.

About Valentines Day and all the things that came with it. The pink shirt that hung pressed in his closet, fresh cupcakes with plastic rings, a bag of Scooby-doo Valentines Susan had picked up at the market for all his classmates, homemade love hearts at the bottom of his backpack. Three with red foam, one with a delicate lace doily, and.

Kisses.

Max was getting flowers and kisses from a boy.

From someone special.

Billy took the race car from Max's hand and drove it around, thinking about boys with brown eyes and soft hands.

Maybe you'll ask me to be your Valentine.

"Wanna eat some breakfast, Max?"

"I had 'nanas." She said with a smirk.

Billy hummed, standing to get dressed. "Mama probably made chocolate chip pancakes, you don't wanna eat something special?"

Max's little red eyebrows pinched together. "I can have yours?"

And.

Billy didn't know what was so necessary to her about taking everything that was his. Playing with his toys, sleeping in his pj's, eating his breakfast, it was like Max didn't know how take something and make it her own.

Billy pulled the pink shirt over his head, feeling every bit like a turtle when Max did the same with the collar of her dress.

"You can have my pancakes." Billy concluded, puffing out his chest. "If you'll be my Valentine."

"You don't have a boy to kiss?"

"I might," Billy picked the race car off the ground with a smile. "This is practice for when I see him at school. So, will you be my Valentine?"

She thought about it.

Long and hard, tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth, before nodding with her entire body. "I think he will."

Billy sighed. "Really?"

"If you give him sour gummy worms and smooch his forehead he will," Max said.

And.

Maybe things would turn out okay. Billy nodded, grabbing the race car and driving it across Max's forehead, careful that the little plastic wheels didn't get stuck in her hair.

--

From the stucco ceiling of the classroom beautiful strands of silver and gold hearts painted a mirage of stars.

All the desks had a rose and a cardboard mailbox intended for the delivery of Valentines and at the center of the room a table filled with cupcakes and strawberry Capri-sun packets. Preparation for the party this afternoon, and.

Mr. Talamantez had turned their space into a glittering, perfect fairytale.

Billy hugged his basket of Valentines close to his chest and tried not to search for Steve before dropping his backpack at the cubby station.

He was right in the middle of tugging his special sweater down over his head when Barbara scooted in next to him, pretty in a little pink jumpsuit.

She handed him a tiny, delicate giftbag full of chocolate hearts and dinosaur erasers, smiling from ear to ear as Billy hugged her nice and tight before handing off something he had made special. A tiny paper crane his mommy helped him fold, and a bunch of rainbow goldfish sat nestled in a basket of paper Mache.

They were her favorite snack in the whole world and Barbara was Billy's favorite person, so it seemed fitting.

She hugged him and Billy smiled, peering around the room for a head of wavy brown hair. "We could share our presents with Steve," He muttered, like. It wasn't a big deal or anything. Billy tugged on the sleeves of his red sweater and tried to stay cool. "Where is he?"

Barbara pointed to the book shelves.

Steve was sat under a string of twinkly lights, shoulders tucked against the pillows Mr. Talamantez set aside for circle time. His face was buried in the crook of his elbow, and.

He was crying.

Of course he was crying.

Billy felt the Valentine in his pocket grow heavy.

Barbara said, "Steve broke his glasses, maybe you could make him smile?"

And.

Billy wanted to do that. Longed to make Steve giggle and chirp with happiness like the annoying little Meadowlark he seemed be. It would be so easy to. Walk over there, tap Steve's shoulder, and say the words.

Pose the question.

Will you be my Valentine?

Steve was making huffy, nervous little noises when Billy came to a stop beside him.

"Hey Harrington, playing with all your friends?" Billy sneered, confident that Steve would giggle like he was did, but.

When he finally turned around his face was red and puffy. As if he'd been crying all morning and all night, too.

"What do you want, Billy?" Steve whispered.

He sounded sleepy. Spread thin, like the last spoonful of jam on burned toast.

"What's wrong?" Billy asked carefully. "What happened?"

Steve sat and rubbed at his eyes, chin wobbling as more tears spilled over. "My daddy broke my glasses." He whispered.

And Billy hated it.

He always hated when Steve cried but today. Right now, he.

Felt like he had to do something about it.

Billy took the love heart from his pocket and sat down next to Steve, cuddling back into the pillows until their shoulders were touching. It took all of five seconds for Steve to settle in next to him. Roll his head back against the wall until he was looking at Billy with a question in his eyes.

Steve looked at Billy's shoulder and back up at his face, like.

"Can I--"

"Come here, stupid." Billy grumbled, Pulling Steve in until they were cuddling on the pillows.

Steve chirped. It wasn't his usual sound, light and airy, it was.

Thick.

And heavy.

Like a blanket sopped with rain water. Steve buried his face in Billy's neck. "I don't have any Valentines to give this year."

"That's okay."

"I made something special for you," Steve whispered, pulling back to study Billy's face. "I know Mr. Talamantez said we weren't supposed to, but--"

"Will you be my Valentine?" Billy's stupid mouth said.

Steve blinked at him, and.

Billy wanted to hide in the bathroom for thousand years.

Steve pulled away to sit crisscross-applesauce. Facing Billy, like this was something important. "Huh?"

Billy mirrored him, tucking his hands away so they wouldn't shake when he held out the love heart.

It was pink. Big and bright and outlined with a white doily that Susan helped him glue around the edges. Billy had dug through Max's box of stickers for the one with Winne the Pooh, the one he'd been saving for someone special. Winnie was covered in tiny valentines, eating right out of a jar of honey with a butterfly sitting on his nose, and.

Billy had thought it was perfect.

He worked for hours on the font. The saying that made his mommy laugh when he read it to her; you're bear-y sweet. Be my Valentine.

Steve took the love heart in his hands, and.

Didn't say anything.

Billy frowned. "I just. Remember you asked me to be your Valentine, or. For you to be mine. And--" His hands were shaking again. "It's stupid. God, this is--"

Steve leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

It was gentle. Like the brush of butterfly wings, barely there and then gone before Billy had a chance to really register the movement, or. Think about what it could mean.

Steve wasn't crying anymore when he said, "I'll be your Valentine."

Billy's brain took a minute to catch up. "Huh?"

"I'll be your Valentine, Billy." Steve giggled, staring down at the love heart once more. "This is so cute. I loved Winnie the Pooh when I was a baby. My mom always put me in footie pajamas that had Eeyore on them. And tinker bell too, sometimes. You could've put the Red power ranger on there instead. He's my favorite--"

Billy sat back against the pillows.

He was learning that Steve Harrington was weird.

Like a puzzle with one piece missing, or. An empty tube of bubble mix. Steve was colorful and loud and all over the place with opinions. He shined bright and loved hard, and.

Sometimes it was best to sit back and listen.

--

Happy Valentines Day!!

I really just sat down and wrote this. Wow. Anyway--thank you for reading and supporting my work. Your comments and endless kindness keep me going when I don't always feel like trucking on, and I wanted to do something to remind you that if this was an elementary school classroom I would give you so many lollipops.

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #valentines day #first kiss #kidfic #soft billy hargrove #I know I'm late #but I love ya #and I will everyday #so really #everyday is valentines #not to be a fucking sap #but it;s true

[trashyswitch]

Father-Son Memories

The Mandalorian looks back on a few different memories of when the kid would be silly, happy, or playful towards him. From razor space rides to learning new things, the Mandalorian smiles as he recalls the memories he will hopefully remember forever.

I'm dedicating this fanfic to @caatnip, @fanficsandfluff, @tickle-bugs and @squashedbananatk. I recently found you guys on Tumblr, and I found out you all write Mandalorian tk fanfics! And that made me so happy! I've only just started writing fanfics for Mandalorian, but I want to continue doing it. So feel free to read this and check out my other one!

Over the months of being the child’s caregiver, the Mandalorian could recall many cute and fun incidents that had occurred in between the daily drama. The child had learned on his own, to have a little fun with his helmeted caregiver at least once a day. And a lot of the time, the Mandalorian didn’t protest. He liked it. It gave him a short time to enjoy the present and be thankful for the people around him.

One thing he found was that the child became playful often when the two of them were out. He could recall multiple moments when the child would act like his true self while on their adventures.

He could easily recall one of the earlier moments with the kid. He couldn’t remember what planet he was on, but he could recall there being a lot of sand. The Mandalorian had been doing some sort of business to get a Razor Crest part (that space ship was constantly breaking…), when the kid cooed below him. The guy he was talking to had groaned in disgust at the baby, and the Mandalorian was about to punch him for being so rude to his adorable baby. But then, The Mandalorian looked down and soon realized he had been mistaken:

The child was holding another frog in his mouth.

The Mandalorian couldn’t help but chuckle at the baby. I guess the tradesman had a different point to his groan.

Now being a father of a baby, you had to constantly monitor what goes in the kid’s mouth. But the Mandalorian had quickly learned that frogs, no matter what he did to stop it, would remain a part of the kid’s diet. How the kid kept finding these frogs, Mando could not tell you. Everywhere he went, the child would eat at least some sort of creature. But this time, the child had taken the wriggling frog out of his mouth, and was...offering it to him?

The Mandalorian knelt down to the child and watched as it cooed while holding the wiggling frog just another millimetre higher. “I…” The Mandalorian awkwardly reached down and took the frog with one hand. The child let him take it, and smiled happily. “Thank you.” he said politely.

The frog was now wiggling away in his hand, but he didn’t know what to do with it. Figuring the child would be better off with it, the Mandalorian tried to hand it back to the child. But, the child pushed the frog back to him and pointed back to him.

It looked like the child was trying to tell him that the frog was for him. A snack, maybe?

“You want me to eat this?” He asked in a casual voice to cover up his disgust.

The child smiled in response and cooed. Looks like that’s a yes. The kid had given him a ‘snack’. But as much as he appreciated the gesture, the frog was still...alive and raw. The thought of eating such a slimy, wiggling thing made him more uneasy and mortified, than anything.

“I’m...not hungry.” The Mandalorian used that as an excuse and let the frog go. He watched as the frog hopped away a few feet before turning to the baby. The baby had watched it hop away, but had quickly looked at the Mandalorian with...an angry look?

“What?”

The baby started to lower his big ears down, in almost a hurt kind of expression. Oh no...Did he do something wrong?

But his worry was quickly thrown out the window, when the child had ran up to him and started yelling at him! This wasn’t his usual coos of excitement. This was full-on short spurts of screaming! The Mandalorian was taken back by such reactions. He had never heard the child make that sound before! It was...almost laughable! The Mandalorian almost laughed at him because of how non threatening it actually was!

But the kid kept on yelling and pointing at the hopping frog. Almost like he was being scolded for ‘not taking his meal’. The Mandalorian had put his hands up in slight defence. The screaming had quickly grown a crowd, and the man in the helmet was not really sure how to deal with it.

But the moment the child’s yelling started to include baby-like babbles and raspberries, he almost lost it. Despite trying super hard not to laugh, The Mandalorian couldn’t stop himself from letting out some titters and wheezes. His somewhat restrained sounds of laughter seemed to anger the child even more! Now, the child was screaming at him with his eyes narrowed at him like he was gonna die if he didn’t do anything.

Right when the Mandalorian was close to breaking, the child lifted his hand up and actually pushed him a foot towards the frog with help from the force!

Finally, The Mandalorian gave in. “Ohokay, okay! I’ll get you your frog back!” The Mandalorian quickly told him. The child didn’t really lessen his screams and babbles, but it did lower the child’s hand and therefore: stopped the use of the force. The Mandalorian didn’t take long to get the frog back to him and unsurprisingly, the child’s mood pulled a full 180 and showed a big smile once again.

The child took the frog from the man in the helmet and happily ate the whole thing in one big mouthful. The Mandalorian chuckled at this and gave the kid a couple seconds before picking him up. He hoped that the frog tasted at least half decent to be worth all that screaming.

The Mandalorian chuckled at that weird but funny memory. He would sometimes look back and chuckle more as he realized that was the child’s version of a ‘temper tantrum’. If that was the kid when he was mad, he may never take him seriously!

There was another memory that quickly went through his head, that he could enjoy for a while. The Mandalorian was flying the Razor Crest around while the child was sitting on his lap. The child was looking through the ship’s windshield, and looking at the stars, the planets, and the different ships that were flying around!

The child made an ‘Ooooh!’ sound as he pointed to a green planet with swirly clouds.

“Yup, I see it. That’s Rodia. It’s a swampy planet. I heard that it homes these green creatures with little antenna’s right about...” The Mandalorian placed his two standing fingers onto the child’s head. “Here.” He told the child.

The child giggled and bopped his head left and right.

“Alright. You ready for a ride through hyperspace?” The Mandalorian asked. The child put his hands together to make a single clap. “Alright. Here we go!” The Mandalorian clicked a couple buttons and quickly, the ship went into hyperspace!

The child threw his hands up and cooed excitedly as the ship went quick like a roller coaster! They were going so fast, and the child LOVED it! The Mandalorian couldn’t stop himself from smiling, and even started to enjoy the ride himself.

Soon, The Mandalorian decided to cheer along with him. “WOOOOO HOOOOO!” He shouted with a smile on his face under his helmet.

The kid laughed and tried to imitate the cheer that Daddy Mando made! “WOOOOOOO!” The child cheered with him, before leaning his back against his chest while laughing.

“LOOK AT US GOOOOOOOO!” The Mandalorian cheered loudly.

“WOOOOOOOO!” The child cheered again.

As they rode through Hyperspace, the Mandalorian moved the steering joysticks left and right, to make the ride a little wavy. “Here we GOOOoooOOOOoooOOOOooooOOOOooooOOOO!” The Mandalorian cheered yet again.

“WEEEeeEEEEeeeEEEEEeeeeEEEEEeeEEEheeheeheehee!” the child cheered loudly, moving his body left and right with the wavy movement before giggling.

The Mandalorian made the Razor Crest go straight through again. “AAAAAAaaaand here we go.” The Mandalorian brought the ship smoothly out of hyperspace and into the regular speed. The child now had a huge smile on his face and was giggling from the adrenaline rush he just went through. “Was that fun?” He asked.

“WWWEEEEEEEEEEE!” The child responded.

The Mandalorian chuckled. “Weeee indeed.”

That memory would always stick with him no matter what. He never wanted that memory to fade from his brain.

A more interesting thing that had happened with the kid, was when the child wanted to learn more about the Mandalorian. He knew a lot about his own face and person, but he wanted to learn more about the guy in the helmet. While the Mandalorian was taking a break to get some rest, the child had walked up to the Mandalorian and flopped onto his belly. The Mandalorian looked up, and smiled under his helmet. “Hey kid.”

The child looked at the Mandalorian’s boots, and placed his foot beside the boot. Then, he looked at the man in the helmet with a curious coo.

He looked up. “Yup. our feet are different. You have bear feet…” The Mandalorian leaned over and tapped the kid’s toes. “And I have boots on.” He concluded as he tapped his boot.

The child looked at the boot and grabbed the top of it. “What...What are you doing?” He asked.

The child started pulling on the boot and grunting. “You want me...to take off my boot?” He asked. The kid stopped pulling and whined. The Mandalorian lifted an eyebrow under the helmet. “Are you sure? It might be stinky.” He warned.

The child either didn’t understand what that would mean, or he didn’t take the warning seriously. So, the Mandalorian finally agreed. “Okaaay. But I warned you.” He pulled his foot closer to himself and removed his boot. Under the boot, was just a plain black sock. “There.”

The child cooed curiously at the foot, and quickly noticed he didn’t take off the sock. If the foot was any stinky, the child didn’t seem to be bothered by it. So, the child grabbed the sock and pulled it right off. The moment the child saw the foot, he cooed eagerly and started feeling it.

The Mandalorian couldn’t help but chuckle at the kid’s curiosity. But the Mandalorian took a bit of time to look at his own foot for the first time in years. “Cool, huh?” He asked. He stretched his toes out and in. “I have toes too.”

While the Mandalorian had leaned his head back to rest, the child took a double-take at both his own toes and at the Mandalorian’s toes. He had more toes than the child had. Not only that, but the Mandalorian’s foot was bigger and longer. The child moved his hands and claws up and down the foot and quickly jumped back when the foot moved away. “Ah- Sorry. Try not to touch too much. There’s a reason I keep my boots on.” He warned.

The child let out another curious coo and started moving his hand up and down the foot. Quickly, the foot was pulled back and the man had jumped in surprise. “What did I just tell you?” The Mandalorian asked. “You can touch the toes, but no touching the bottom.” He warned.

The child nodded at his request, and allowed the Mandalorian to cautiously lower himself back to try and sleep again. Suddenly, the child stroked the bottom of his foot yet again, and the Mandalorian attempted to pull it back to get his boot back on. But...his foot wouldn’t pull back. In fact, it wouldn’t move at all! The Mandalorian sat up and widened his eyes as he realized the kid had both hands up! Was the child using his magic to stop his foot from moving?!

“Kid, let go.” He warned. The child ignored his order and instead, kept one hand out to keep the force going and used his other hand to stroke and scratch the foot curiously.

Immediately, the Mandalorian yelped and pulled his other booted foot away from the kid. But the vulnerable foot wouldn’t even move an inch! “Kid, I’m serious- Noho, no! nohoho!” He warned. But his warnings had fallen on deaf ears as the child smiled and kept on learning through touching more of his foot.

The Mandalorian bit his lip hard as the child’s hand touched and stroked his foot. He kept trying to pull and pull but the child wouldn’t let his foot go! And the claws the kid had, were really starting to drive him crazy with how gentle, yet effective they were. Why did his foot have to be so ticklish?! And why in the world did he fall for the kid’s curiosity trick?!

“K-Kihihid! Ihi’m wahaharnihing yohohou!” He warned. The kid looked up in surprise. He must’ve noticed the words had come out in giggles. Immediately after the kid made the connection, the child’s mouth grew a big smile and the child started stroking it faster and faster. “aAAH! KID!” He reached his arm out for only a second, and quickly retreated as his hands turned into fists. “NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA! KIHIHIHID!” He yelled out.

The kid started to let out little laughs and coos at him as he kept scratching the foot. It tickled so much! And The Mandalorian couldn’t do anything about it! And it looked like the kid wasn’t anywhere close to done.

The child quickly started stroking the foot with BOTH his hands! “NOHOHO WAHAHAHAIT! HAHAHAHAhahahahAHAHAHA!” He laughed and squealed. “STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!” He begged. But the child just laughed and cooed happily while he kept this up. He didn’t care about how ticklish his foot was! All he cared about was that the man in the helmet was laughing! And telling by the kid’s face, it looked like he was gonna make up for lost time.

Then, the child did something that one would easily consider almost illegal! He started sucking and nibbling on his toes!

“OHOHO NOHOHO! OH NO! KIHIHID! EHEHEHEHEWW! THAT’S ENOHOHOHUHUHUGH! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” His laughter went silent, but for only a second. “AHAHA! AHAHAHA!” He breathed in. “STAHAHAP! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

His was absolutely unfair! Even MORE unfair with the force hold the kid had on him! This would’ve been over a long time ago if he didn’t have the sorcery powers to pin his foot down. He was almost considering yelling for help! But he doubted it would even help him.

The child nibbled and sucked on his toes for a little bit longer, before finally stopping. The child let out a coo with a smile and let go of his foot completely. Now with his foot movable, the Mandalorian pulled his foot back with his other leg and hugged his legs against his chest.

“Nohoho mohohore kihihid. Yohohou hahad your fuhuhun. Now can I have- HEHEHEHEY! NOHOHOHO!” The Mandalorian quickly fell into yet another laughing fit, as the child stroked and scratched his foot a little more. Turns out, the child wanted one last tickle before he put his sock and boot back on.

Funnily enough, that wasn’t the only time the Mandalorian had been tickled by the kid. Heck! It seemed that body exploration involved a lot of tickling! The Mandalorian could recall a time when the child’s diaper had just been changed, and the Mandalorian had poked the kid’s belly button a couple times. When the two of them laid low for a bit, the child had looked down at his own belly and started poking the belly button that was covered by the long robe he was wearing.

The Mandalorian had looked up, and smiled as he saw that. “C’mere kid.” He told him. The child waddled himself over to the man in the helmet and tilted his head. The Mandalorian gave the kid’s belly button a poke, and smiled when the child laughed. He poked the belly button again, and his smile widened as the child started laughing more.

Poking his belly button made the kid laugh and giggle, that he almost started to wonder if he was laughing because it tickled, or because it was funny. “Heheheh. You ticklish?” He asked. The child smiled and cooed at the question. That was all he needed to hear before he started wiggling his fingers on his belly. The child quickly squealed and started giggling and waving his ears up and down. Mando’s teeth had started to secretly show in his smile while he started squeezing his sides.

Suddenly, the kid screamed and let out the most toddler-like, contagious laughter he had ever heard! He couldn’t stop himself from laughing along with him, it was so contagious! It didn’t take long for the kid to flop onto the ground and wiggle around while he laughed and babbled happily. The kid’s ears were flapping up and down almost like an alternative to a wagging tail, and his teeth were happily showing while his eyes were shut during his giggle fit.

The Mandalorian soon stopped tickling him and let the kid breathe. The child didn’t take long to calm down, and actually started waddling over to him in mere seconds. “Wow. You must be really good at breathing.” He told him.

The child waddled up to his belly and flopped onto it. “Nice belly flop.” The Mandalorian said out loud.

The child looked up at him and giggled. He crawled closer to his belly and lifted up his shirt. “Uh...What are-” The Mandalorian was interrupted by a fascinated coo that had left the child’s mouth. The Mandalorian lifted an eyebrow at first, but quickly understood what he was cooing about when he felt a claw touch his belly button. “Ooooh...I see that you found my belly button.” He reacted calmly.

The child looked up at him as the Mandalorian lifted his head a little more. “Yup. We both have one.” He added.

The child cooed curiously as he looked down at it. But quickly, the Mandalorian could tell the child’s motive had started to change. How did he know this? Easy: The kid had started sending him one of those obviously mischievous smiles.

“Kid...You’d better not be doing what I think you’re doing.” He warned. But before he could actually do something to stop him, the child started scratching his claws on his belly. The Mandalorian squeaked like a squeaky door and quickly reached out to grab him. “Cohome hehehere you little-”

To prevent the man from getting him, the child crawled himself up to his chest and shoved his tiny hand into the Mandalorian’s armpit. “eeEEEK!”

The Child slipped down to the corner between the man’s arm and his chest and pushed his upper arm open while scratching under his armpit. “BWAAAHAHAHAHAHA! EHEHEHE-NOHOHOHO!” THe Mandalorian turned his body onto his side to face the child. “Nohohoho tihihicklihihing kihihid.” He warned.

The child just smiled at him, as he slooooowwwly brought his fingers closer, and closer, and closer to his armpit again. “No!” The Mandalorian ordered, pushing him away with a single finger on his tiny chest. “No more.” He gave him the dad finger to further solidify it.

The child just stared at him and only blinked for a few seconds. Then, he waddled himself closer to him. He was about to warn him to not tickle him again, but he quickly stopped himself when the kid snuggled his head into the side of his chest. The Mandalorian finally sighed to himself as he wrapped his hand around the child and closed his eyes.

“Okay. I guess we can snuggle.”

The Mandalorian and the child ended up snuggling for a short hour, before the child was up and ready to go again. Even though he wasn’t up for the tickles the last time, he has started to hope that more of those cute little moments will pop up in the future.

All he had to do was wait till then.

#adorable baby yoda #din djarin is a good parent #soft din djarin #baby yoda being silly #family fluff #ticklefic #switch!mando #switch!baby yoda

[ay-asterisms]

describing my 🎉moots🎉 in emojis, because why not? I had way too much fun with this and it is total nonsense. I probably forgot someone and I am so sorry

@satis-kei - 🍓🥳🌼

okay okay listen. I cannot stop thinking of strawberries when I look at cece's theme. anyways the second one's because of their shenanigans and the third's because they're really nice and chill

@mi-anagapesis - 🐌🌱😋

ever since that post, em has been snails. that's just how it is now. honestly the plant is just kind of the vibe we have. as for the third, it just works. we can kinda hold a conversation about anything, and manage to cheer one another up easily

@catchmewiddershins - ☁️🇬🇧🍦

I didn't want to use clocks because that was obvious, so I went with clouds from when they were picking aesthetics, which somehow also reminds me of their suga anon? the flag is also obvious, and the vanilla ice cream somehow reminds me of their blog theme.

@softieynnie - 🍭☕🦋

our conversations are kind of all messy and swirly and fun, like the lollipop! their aesthetic reminds me of a cafe, so the coffee, and after a lot of thinking, the butterflies reminded me of their sentence structure (I cannot explain it)

@mochizv - 🧸🤪🍬

do I need explain the teddy bear? the only way I can is with an adjective: soft. however, they can kind of be chaotic (the makeup remover, anyone?) and of course there's their equally chaotic tendou anon. oh and the candy fits with their pink theme

@eunaria -♟☀️🧐

aside from chess being the theme of their blog, they think through what they do, even if it's done quickly. they're warm and bright, like the sun, and they are a really good detective

@taqoyaqui-chan - ✏🤍⚡

aaahhh I haven't known them very long, but they're an artist, and from what I know, they play Genshin too, so a heart in honour of Paimon! and they love the liberos, so I had to put in a tribute to the rolling thunder of course!!

@kirishimas-manly-eyeliner - 🎼❤😄

ellie!!! my musical buddy! they love kirishima and kirishima would love them. and they don't mind me hopping in with my gremlin thoughts, and giving them yet another thing to lie awake at night thinking about

@haikyuu-appreciation-club - 🍀🍰💅

the first person I followed, kind of the lucky catalyst that started all of this (and their pastel themes, which is currently green). nene's super sweet, hence the cake, and they're quite a bit older than me, so as weird as it sounds, I kinda feel like there's a younger sibling-type-thing going on (look idk either)

@cerise-jolie-jennie - 🍒🗼😯

okay we don't talk often but I felt like including them so oh well! it's in their url, the cherries are just their thing. aside from being ma copine française, I'm always pleasantly surprised when they pop up on my dash

#aki code compiling

[malindamay]

Ian POV: Hi uh, I’m Ian and I-I’m going to you a story about time that. I saved Disneyland and how me and Barley become the 26th characters so, uh, I’ll try my best I never tell anyone story’s except my movie story, of course. Uh, *clears throat* so here’s my NOBLE story. *chuckles* Mickey Mouse will you please be the narrator, please?😅

Mickey/ normal POV oh boy! Yes! So *clears* one day In a beautiful place, where all mystical creatures live in peace and harmony mostly, called, New Mushroomtin. The Lightfoot family was starting a new day. Ian, a 16-year-old elf, is shy and sometimes unconfident, but he wanna make his family proud especially his dad and his beloved brother, Barley. “Dear Brother we have a buffet awaits us!” Said Barley with enthusiasm-

Ian POV if you don’t know barley, he’s my older brother, and he’s very joyful and kind-hearted for me and the only thing that fears him the most is A, staying in hospital long time, B, he sees someone who has medical problems or has tubes, ventilator ETC, and C, seeing me hurt

Sorry, Mickey, gotta tell our Disney/fans about my brother if they don’t know who he is.😅

Mickey POV ok, so Ian replies with a chuckle, “*chuckle* its dinner Barley not a fancy buffet lol” Blazey pounces on Ian making Ian almost dropping the food “ *yelps* laughs * Blazey *ack!* okx3!🤣 😅 love you too.” Till Ian saw a letter tape on their door it’s from me(Mickey Mouse)

“ Hey Ian

this is Mickey Mouse and I was wondering if you and your brother can come to Disney world for the DVC Celebration plus you and your brother will be debating on the Disney team I know you’re shy,but you’ll be fine I’m sure my pals love ya, and even there’ll be fans who love your movie! Please accept this invitation.

Love, Mickey Mouse.❤️”

Ian reads it twice and his face turns from 😕 —>🙂😀 “Barley, will you love to go on a majestic quest with me?!😀”

Barley suddenly answer” *laughs* My dear brother, of course!” Ian nods he grabs his staff and he goes pack up their luggage’s! Laurel( their mom) looks at them a little nervous.” Are you sure you boys will be fine?” Ian nods “don’t worry I’ll call ya if something happens wrong,ok?” Laurel says “but-“ Ian cuts her off with a smile “I’m wizard well, 1st stage *chuckles* we”ll be fine, I’ll try to protect barley and he’ll protect me!”

Laurel had a tear in her eyes “ *sniffs* you two always have your father’s spirit. *sobs* 😢” Ian hugs his mom “before you go I have something for you,Ian. *grabs a flowey (lavender with gold,swirly glittered design in the edges) scarf(same style like elsa’s mom’s but different) it’s from your dad’s when he’s about almost your age.”

Ian clenched it suddenly a guset of wind swirls around him ounce as Ian closes his eyes. “Thx mom.”

Barley smiles at Ian till Blazey comes up to Ian and hugs him likes they’re gonna be leave her with their mom alone for few months, Ian says in his sweet tone “sorry girl wish we could take you with mom but, I think Mickey just wants me and Barley,ok? Who’s a good girl,come on who’s a good dragon?” Blazey barks at Ian as a “I am.” Ian gets up grabs their luggages “we’ll miss you mom,Blazey. We’ll be fine I’ll text call or FaceTime you when we want to.” Barley comes and puts his shoulder around ians’s softly “ it’s ok mom.🙂” Lauarel sheds a tear “*sniffs* you’ll always have your dad’s spirit.”

Ian goes and about to close the door “see ya in a few months,mom. *blows a kiss*”

In New Mushroomtin Airport:

Ian was a little nervous and excited to go,but he knew he always have his brother by his side and his spiritual dad beside them. Barley smiles at Ian “ready,Ian?🙂” Ian takes a deep breath and grabs his luggage’s as Barley grabs his, as Ian says” *sighs* yes!🙂”

After few days they had landed and as they saw the beauty of the Disneyland hotel Ian slowly twirls as he admires around “woah, this place is gorgeous!”😀” they’re about to unpack their luggage’s till they heard a knock on their hotel room(room 24) Ian opens the door and saw the big cheese himself,the one that started it all, Mickey Mouse! “Hi pals, hope you’re enjoying your room so far *ha ha* oh boy!” Ian shakes Mickey’s hand, *gasps* it’s a really honor to meet you Mickey can’t wait to make our 1st debut in DCA!😅” Barley comes up “hi, names Barley nice to meet you,bro*laughs* “ barley gives Mickey a bro hug. Mickey asks in his kind voice “is anything that my cast members can do for you, or-“ Ian says “no,but we’re a little hungry.” Mickey says in his cheerful tone” oh boy! I know just the place! I’ll wait till you 2 are done with your unpacking.” Ian nods and says “ I’ll knock after we’re done unpacking

Mickey closes the door as the 2 brotherly elves unpacking their luggage’s Ian took his staff out of his long suitcase. Barley asks “need help dear brother?😀” little help,please!”Ian replie. As Ian saw something in his satual shiny is a locket that has the Lightfoot gain including Blazey in the inside! replies, He puts it around his neck and looks at his reflection in the mirror Ian sheds a tear in his eyes. Barley looks at him and coax him “hey,you ok?” Ian couldn’t control his tears, so he let his tears out Barley gently puts down his stuff and hugs Ian to conforts his beloved brother. “I know you miss mom and Blazey, I miss them too,but hey, we get to make our 1st apperience in DCA,Disneyland! They’ll be tons of human fans will love us,and ETC, it’s ok.” Ian sobs softly as he hugs barley back. “ I love you and *sobs* I’m not letting anyone or anything hurt me or you. *sobs softly*😢😭“

Chapter 2

After they unpacked their luggage’s, Ian wears his shawl/scarf and grabs his staff, and knocks on the door, “ready pals?” Mickey asks. Ian grabs Barley’s hand, “*sighs* yes!🙂”

“ wow this place is majestic!” Ian said

Mickey replying “yes it’s a fun place where all ages to have fun and ETC.

Mickey: Yes, the wind blows a little bit cooler

And we're all happy

And the clouds are moving on with every pixie dusts

Our flowers just became gorgeous

Goofy:And my leaf's a little sadder and wiser

Mickey: That's why I rely on certain certainties

Yes, some things never change

Like the feel of your hand in ours

Some things stay the same

Like how we get along just fine

Like an old stone wall that will never fall

Some things are always true

Some things never change

*to Ian and Barley* Guys, did your dreams come true?

Minnie: The flowers are already blooming

Pluto, it feels like the debut is coming

*talks for pluto* tAre you telling me tonight he’s gonna get down on one knee?

Yep, but I'm really nervous at planning these things out

Like greeting them the 1st time!

*talks for pluto* Maybe you should leave all the exciting stuff to the characters

Yeah, some things never change

Like the joy that I feel for them

Some things stay the same

Like how dogs are easier

But if I commit and I go for it

I'll know what to say and do, right?

*talks for pluto* Some things never change

Pluto, the pressure is all on you

Ian: is this really true , could that be this day of our debut?

Dad, wish you could see us now? I'm not sure I want things to be perfect

These days are precious, can't let the magic fade

I can't stop this moment, but I can still go out and see this day!!

Other Disney characters: The wind blows a little bit cooler

Goofy: : And if you believe in yourself

The elf brothers: It's time to count our blessings beneath an heaven sky

Disney characters: We'll always live in the kingdom of plenty

That stands for the good of the many

Ian: And I promise you the flag of Disneyland will always fly BOOMBASTIA! *staff swishes*

Disney characters:Our flag will always fly

Our flag will always fly

Our flag will always fly

Some things never change

Turn around in the time that's flown

Some things stay the same

Though the future remains unknown

May our good luck rest, may our past be past

Time's moving fast, it's true

Some things never change

Barley: And I'm holding on tight to you

Ian: Holding on tight to you

Mickey:Holding on tight to you

Ian and barley: Holding on tight to you

Chapter 3

A trolly appears and a tourist comes would you both like a tour of the park?”

The elves replied “ yes of course. *laughs at each other*” Ian goes inside the horse trolley Barley sat beside his brother after he grabs few snacks from one of the shops in Main Street USA.

After 2 hours of touring around and. Behind the castle. “Thank you so much for giving us a tour!” Ian shakes the tourist and hugs him and Barley asks, “if you don’t mind can I take a selfie with you Ian and your trolley with your horse?” “Oh absolutely!” Ian poses with his staff and helds his shawl/scarf. “SELFIE!😀” Barley calls out with delight! “Thank you so much!” “Hey no problem, have a magical time on your 1st day!” Calls out the tourist as the 2 elves goes out and have fun. They’d arrive to the AMC in Disney Hollywood studio. “Ready Ian?” Ian takes a deep breath and he holds his staff in his right arm and the other holds his brother’s hand, and said “ Yes, Yes! I’m- we’re so proud of our hard work with our movie. *sigh* I’m ready to meet our fans!”

They enters the entrance and they stop at their meet and greet spot and Ian is ready.

Chapter 4

The crowds was in line and a little girl, a 2 year old dressed as Ian, got her own Ian’s staff. It was her and her family’s turn. She hides behind her mom’s leg. Ian kneels and holds out his hands “hey little girl, it’s ok I won’t use my staff on you to hurt you, it’s ok, awww. *hugs* it’s that your staff?” The mom says “ wanna show Ian your 19 inch Ian plush?”

Ian holds his doll and make it wave at her and covers its eyes “peekaboo.”

“Aww, hey, name’s Barley it’s ok. Wanna take photos? Huh?” The girl turns towards the photographer. Ian holds his doll in his left hand and his right, hugs the girl. “ok say bye.” Says the mom. Ian blows a kiss to the girl and make his doll waves bye to the girl and says in his little high pitch voice “bye, love you * makes his doll blows a kiss and make his doll hugs her* *normal pitch* bye love you, one more hug? aww. *hugs* bye.we Love you.”

Chapter 5

Suddenly blast of wind burst the door open! Malificeint appears, smoke appears from her. “Well well well.” The wind from her power makes Ian’s hair,flannel,scarf/shawl, Barley’s vest flows. “Who are you?” Ian asks as he holds his staff and points it towards the dark souceror . “I’m Malificent. The powerful villain in all the land!” Thunder boomed as she evil laughs. “ there’s something I want. Something that’s magical and more powerful. I need your magic.😈” Ian looks at her puzzled “what?” Barley looks little upset “ why,why do you want his magic?!😨😠 Ian nobley says “wait so-“ Malificient cuts him off “let you something to you all! I want his magic to becomepowerful and become the queen of DISNEYLAND!!” Ian emotion turns from 😠 —>😨 “wait. NO!! *grunts* VOLLTEr ThUNDE-“ Malificent used her power to push Ian! “*yelps in fear* NO you YOU MONSTER!!” “YOU’LL SEE YOU’LL ALL SEE!!!! *evil laughs out loud*😈” a huge gust of wind blows ounce hard across the room. Ian’s flannel opened from the wind! Ian looks at his hand and the staff “NO! *sobs*” Ian grabs his shawl/scarf and flieds through the park the trolley horse stops and yelps out the tourist tried to calm the horse down and saw Ian ran to the hotel room(room 24). Ian shuts the bedroom door and sinks to his knees and cries as he hugs his dad’s staff. “Dad! *sobs* please help me! *sobs*” suddenly the window opens and a swirl of wind created a spirit of his dad his voice echos. “Ian,my son. Why does she wants your magic?” “*sniffs* *breaking voice* I-I don’t know.” His dad puts his hand on his young son’s cheeck.

Ian holds his scarf close to him as he looks up at his spiritual dad. His dad holds his staff and gives it to Ian, but Ian slowly grabs the staff. Suddenly he saw darkness pulls into Disneyland. Ian looks out the window, he gasps in horror his iPhone rings. “I-Ian it’s me B-barley please he-“ Ian got scared his dad told him “listen you can do this you defeated the curse dragon last time.” Ian looks at the staff and looks noble! “ I’m going to give Malificent what she wants!😠” Wilden cries out “What?! No Ian I can’t let you be powerless I can’t let my son be powerless and weak!” Ian clenched his staff and runs off to Malificent!”

Chapter 6

Inside Disneyland castle all the Disney/Pixar characters inside Malificent is waiting for her power gift,Ian! Doors slam open with a blast of Ian’s staff from Ian. “Oh Ian *hugs* I thought you-“ Ian cuts Barley off. “I’m here to give you the gift. My MAGIC!” Barley gasps in horror so does all the other characters! Malificent approaches to Ian and she stabs him in the heart Ian yells in pain.

“IAN!!!😱 NO!!!”Malificent froze Barley in place. Ian lies there shouting out pain! “No *moans* please.” “Your magic will make me more powerful! *evil laugh*

Malificent: I'm not the villain in distress.

I'm not your girlfriend or the frightened sourccer .

I'm not a little bird who needs your help to fly.

Nope..... I'm the bad guy.

All these former villains that you see...

Each of them with shaking knees has knelt before me.

So I'm not your teammate or your partner in crime.

What am I, boys?!

-She's the bad guy..-

Oh, it's magic

To watch a planet

Shrivel up and die...

Oh, it's thrillin'

To be a villain.

I take over their homes and then I watch them suffer...

Mwhaha!

CUZ, I'M THE BAD GUY!!!!😈

Ian tries to stands up but the pain in his heart hurts so bad Malificent dissapears Barley unfroze as she dissapearss.

Chapter 7

Barley brought Ian to their hotel room and laid Ian on the couch, along with the other characters “Runpunzel use your heal power.” Flyn says. Runpunzel sings a special song as she wraps her hair around Ian’s torso.

✨💫flower gleam and glow,

Let your power shine.

Make the clock reverse,

Bring back as mine.

Heal will help the pain.

Change the faith desires.

Say what’s has be loved bring back ounce was mine.

When ounce was mine.💫✨

His heart was healed Ian breaths as Barley holding his hands while he sobs sofyly and saying prayers.

Chapter 8

Elsa and Anna rush yo check on Ian withe the other Disney characters

“Elsa! *moans*” barley coax Ian @shh Ian lie down.” “ I’m so sorry it’s not our fault.”

Ian: Barley, 🎶 you’re the soul who I understand. The love that show me of who I am! through the darkness to the light. You got my back and I believe you. If It weren’t for you. I’ll be the wheels and you’ll be the road.

Barley: Ian,what you’re trying to say? Can you please let me know.

Ian: cause you carried me with you

From the quest of the gem to the battle of the dragon. I was so brave cause of you. Like a moonlight with the stars you’ll guiding me, yeah it’s true. You carried me with you!

Barley: Ian, 🎶from the day that Youall begun. But, I was there to protect you. But when I see you being hurt. I tried to help, you’re a fighter. And when my heart filled with worried. found a way to comfort me. You always found a bright side, and make me feel better.

Both: cause you carried me with you

From the quest of the gem to the battle of the dragon. I was trying to protect you, like a moonlight with the stars, you’ll be guiding me, yeah it’s true, yeah carried me with you.

Ian: oh we’ll be always be together no matter what.

Barley: watching out the days turns into night

Ian: we know to brave the stormy weathers.

Both: well never give so without a fiiiihhhhhhttt!!

Ian: and if it weren’t for you from the battle

I’ll would’ve die without you.

Barley: I’ll see us through thick and thin

For love and lost till the end.

Both: yeah you carried me with you

From the quest of the gem to the battle of the dragon I was just to secard to see

Like a moonlight with the stars you’ll always protect me

Yeah it’s true

You carried me with you

Ian: oh you carried me with you.🎶

Chapter 9

Judy and nick rushes to Ian and barley with other characters in the hotel. “We heard the news! oh sweet cheese and crackers, are you ok,Ian? *holds Ian hands*” “*sighs* he’s fine,except he has no magic left Malificent had his power!” Barley told Judy. “I’m-we’re sorry we-“

“How do we stop this darkness?!” Ian asks. Barley puts their dad’s shawl/scarf around Ian’s shoulders. Barley ordered all the characters, except Ian, to go and try to stop Malificent with him, but Ian won’t let him. “What?! No” “Ian I can’t let you die!” “No I’m coming too! If dad was here, he would go a-and go to be noble to fight and never give up. I may not have dad actually being here, but if I swear to God, he’ll be with us spiritually,I love you!” Barley looks at him little sceard. Ian holds his shawl/scarf and shouts “Come on, stay together! STAY STRONG!!” Barley can’t believe that his brother is gonna sacrifice his love for his family and old/new friends!

Chapter 10

Malificent : 🎶Believe me I know

I've sunk pretty low

But whatever I've done you deserved

I'm the bad guy, that's fine

It's no fault of mine

And some justice at last will be served

Now it's time to step up

Or it's time to back down

And there's only one answer for me

And I'll stand up and fight

Cause I know that I'm right

And I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready

Ready as I'll ever be

Ian: Now it's time to rise up

Or it's time to stand down

And the answer is easy to see

And I swear by the staff

If you're in, get on board

Are you ready?

Judy: I'm ready

Mickey Minnie : We're ready

Crowd: We're ready

Ian: Ready as I'll ever be

Barley : Are you quite sure we can do this?

Ian: Together we will guarantee

Malificent : I'll make them hear me

Crowd: Now it's time to redeem

Or it's time to resolve

Ian : Prove they can trust me

Crowd: And the outcome will hardly come free

Ian: I'll save or land and family

Crowd: Now the line's in the sand

And our moment's at hand

Mérida : And I'm ready

Barley : I'm ready

Ian & Judy: I'm ready

Malificent : Ready as I'll ever be!🎶

Chapter 11

Ian got on a horse(which it almost reminds him Guenivere (their stead)

Barley looks confident but scared for his brother. “Ian, are you sure? I don’t want you to get hurt. “ Ian says “I may not have magic, but I still have little magic inside if me.” Ian fleds through Main Street USA to the Castle. As Ian gets off alone with the horse, the horse neighs meaning: be careful, ” it's ok I’ll be fine.

Chapter 12

In Disneyland caatle area the sky covers with darkness, The wind blows across the land. Ian gasps in horror along with the Disney characters. Ian stood noble to try to control his tears. “Come on, Barley you Judy with me the others splits together.” The characters nods as they splits up. They go inside the castle until army of guards surrounded them Ian reaches out his staff,Barley grabs his sword and Judy grabs a spare sword and they start batting! “Boombastia! Guys I’ll go and and find Malificent!” They agree as the others continue battling withe guards. Ian goes and find Malificent with his staff till *whoosh* smoke appears and she appears in front of him! Ian grabs his staff, “you’ll never NEVER take away my magic😡!” Malificent and Ian starts their battle as she knocks him out the bouncony and top of the castle’s roof the wind was strong. Ian shivers from the wind. Malificent uses her magic. Ian uses his staff “Volltar Thundersir!” Till Malificent shoot her magic and Ian hit hers created a huge gusts of wind till *whoosh* Ian was shot a little thank god he’s still alive. Barley saw the action “Ian? NO!!!!!” And the final act of the magic Malificent and Ian magic hits Barley and knocks him down,dead. Ian cries out “BARLEY,NO,no, please, YOU MONSTER!!! VOLLTAR THUBDERSIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” *BOOM!!” His staff explodes and kills Malificent, for good Chapter 13 sadly, Ian rushes toward his brother crying, “*voice break* Barley no please don’t leave me. I-I love you *sniffs*” Ian tries his very best to use his staff to try to heal Barley. Ian grabs his staff,still crying, and says”I-insta r-Repairo!(please work please😢😭)” suddenly swirls of wind swirls around Barley from his staff his vest,hair,shirt,Ian’s hair,flannel flows in the wind. Ian’s eyes squinted from the wind and bright swirls. Few moments later with a soft swish, Barley slowly opens his eyes. Ian cried out tears of joy! Then suddenly his staff swishes around Ian the TRANSFORMATION of a WIZARD! The cape,kimono flows in the wind as his staff rose Ian in the air and twirls him majestically . Few moments later Ian opens his eyes still full of tears of joy. “Wow,Ian you look majestic!” Barley amazed “thanks *sniffs* “Chapter 14. At the castle where they do spectacular front of the stage the crowd is waiting for a special ceremony debut. Loud speaker booms over the speaker.”laddies and gentlemen,boys and girls, please welcome,Tennesha and Alex!” The crowd cheered as they appeared to the stage “Welcome everyone we’re so delighted to have this majestic debut coming for this day before we meet our special surprise guests, we wanna bring our Disney / Pixar friends on stage!” The crowd cheered as the Disney/Pixar characters come on stage and greeted the audience. “Hello everybody!” Minnie says, “Hey pals oh boy how everybody’s doing today?!” Mickey asks the crowd shouted yes out loud! “So Mickey we are so excited to see our special characters on their debut,right everyone?!!” Tenneshia says as the crowd screams with excitement! Woody says “can’t wait to meet them *giggles*” “Ok everybody I want everybody to say Onward really loud,ok? Ready? “ the crowd stood up and shouted withe the characters “1 2 3, ONWARD!!!!” Suddenly Ian voice boomed over the speaker BOOMBASTIA!!!” Fireworks and with a flash of a firework with smoke shooting and appeared, Ian and Barley are on stage and the speaker played “Carried me with you in instrumental. “It’s Ian and Barley Lightfoot say hi Guys, come on Ian don’t be shy!” The crowd went wild with excitement till they settle down. @bluezey @itsme-starmunch

[ask-ethari-anything]

Woah what if Runaan's hair was curly? I have corkscrew curls and it's super short and still takes a lot of effort to look good, imagine that but as long as his hair! I can't even begin to imagine how knotted and frizzy it would get after a long day! But I'm sure you'd have tons of fun and find it relaxing

Corkscrew curls? Those are natural swirlies! I love them already!

*intrigued googly eyes* My darling husband with curls?? Runaan’s hair is very straight--unlike the rest of him *wink*--so it’s fairly simple to care for. Brush, separate into sections, braid. It takes five minutes to do his hairstyle once his hair is brushed out. But curls... *eager swirly-loving craftsman noises*

I would have so much fun taking care of his long curly hair, love!  Runaan taking his hair down is always a delight for me. It’s his softest form, and I’m almost the only person who gets to see it. But there’s quite a difference between a gentle waterfall of straight hair and the soft puff of an entire cloud of curls which consider gravity to be a mere suggestion.

Can you imagine... When Runaan’s curls dried naturally, he would look like the cutest dandelion in Xadia! If I brushed them all out, he might even have trouble fitting through doorways! *clasps hand to heart, sprawls out on floor* I am perished of this adorableness! Runaan in curls would be a blessing to all of Xadia.

But mostly me.

#ask ethari #long white elf hair #curly elf hair #i love it #curls are hair swirlies

[lunewell]

OCtober

Day 3: Youth

First time doing any month prompts! I read some of the stuff other people made/drew, and this seemed really fun.

The list I’m using comes form @oc-growth-and-development and I would highly recommend you try some prompts if you have the chance (:

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Evie had always thought Auntie Lottie was a bit strange. Most grown up’s she had met in the village were like her Mommy and Daddy, dressing in nice and casual neutral coloured clothes, being tolerant but not accepting of her shenanigans, and only occasionally joining in to play.

Of course, this universal rule for grown ups did not apply to Auntie Lottie.

Auntie Lottie looked more like a pink loving schoolgirl than an almost thirty year old, with her big bouncy pigtails tied with a magenta bow, her salmon, glittery t-shirt and mini-skirt paired with a sleek leather jacket, and her small petite figure that everyone towered over.

She didn’t act like one either. Her big brother had once described Auntie Lottie as a ‘a six year old on crack’, which though earning him a scolding from their mother, seemed accurate.

Auntie Lottie was always playing with little objects in her purse, or chewing on something sweet, be it chocolate, lollipops or even blowing and chewing on big bubbles of gum, and was a prank master and super fan.

Like that time she poured hot sauce into Dad’s cup, or that time she strategically put 100 whoopee cushions, strategically around Grandmother's house at last summer's barbecue.

Auntie Lottie had cackled for the entire visit, and even Evie had to admit she found it hard to hold back a laugh after seeing their grandfather's expression when he discovered the first five.

Dad had called Lottie immature on multiple occasions, particularly after the whoopee incident. “I’m not immature,” she would respond every time in a tone that pointed to the opposite, “I’m just eternally youthful.”

Having an Aunt like Lottie did have its upside though. That summer, Dad turned 40, which according to Mom, meant they had to have another boring grown up party with the entire family.

It had been completely fine the first half. Evie got her burger, and got a dark and moist chocolate cake decorated in flowers that almost looked too good to eat. Almost.

However, after the food, she had nothing to do. Being the age of 8, she fell in that weird range where everyone was either a bit too young, or a bit too old.

This led her to her current situation, which was bouncing pathetically on the trampoline by the oak tree completely alone. She didn’t have the weight to get a good jump, and it wasn’t like she could call over anyone to bounce her higher.

Eventually, she just flopped down on the trampoline. Watching the fluffy and swirly clouds pass was the best use of her time, seeing as Mom had forbidden her from going indoors, and she couldn’t even see the grown ups from this position.

“Can I bounce you?” a sharp voice called from the distance, snapping Evie out of her bored trance.

She turned around, slightly puzzled, to find the sight of Auntie Lottie, chocolate frosting around her mouth, speedily taking off her magenta pumps.

“You have chocolate around your mouth,” Evie pointed out, making Auntie Lottie stop mid walk.

“Oh,” Lottie said, grin spreading, “is there a no chocolate rule on the trampoline?”

“We have a very strict no chocolate rule on the trampoline,” Evie said, “but I suppose if you were to bounce me really high, I can let you on.”

And so, giggling and screaming even when they got weird looks from family and passerbys, Evie decided that Auntie Lottie was not immature, but was definitely an enteral child.

#oc tober #october #writing #writeblr #prompts #don’t quite know if I was satisfied with this one #Lottie Rose #this was really fun though #(:

[fieryanmitsu]

Intertwined Roots | ch. 3 - “drawing” | A3! AU

I’m back again with another update! This time, we finally get to see Tasuku! This is a bit of a shorter chapter, but I should have the next chapter up in a few days to compensate!

“Intertwined Roots” is an A3! alternate universe series where Izumi, Itaru, Tsumugi and Tasuku grow up as childhood friends. 

For the summary, background and notes about the “Intertwined Roots” universe, along with more chapters, please refer to the “Intertwined Roots” Masterpost.

Masterpost for my other fanfiction: here

AO3: Link in my Blog Menu!

INTERTWINED ROOTS - ch. 3

“drawing” | spring | Tsumugi (age 5) & Tasuku (age 5)

In the Takato household’s living room, the television blared out a soccer game as an older boy stared, enraptured by the figures running across the screen and practically sitting at the edge of the couch. Beside him, at the nearby coffee table, two young boys scribbled away furiously on crisp white paper.

Tsumugi unconsciously stuck his tongue out in concentration as he focused on his drawing, fingers clamped tightly around a brown crayon.

“What are drawing, Tsumu?” Tasuku asked, glancing over at his friend’s paper curiously. Tasuku’s own paper had soccer balls all over the page, and he was beginning to draw a big, gold trophy.

“H-Hold on!” Tsumugi stammered, as if talking any more would destroy his focus.

Tasuku closed his mouth and instead continued to watch the other boy draw long brown hair on the stick person. Or, at least, Tasuku thought it was a stick person – it was kind of crooked and there were some green lines coming out the top, so maybe it was actually a tree? Next to the tree(?) was a small, long sausage-looking shape – Zabi, which he had seen Tsumugi draw before, so he knew that one for sure – and another stick person(?) that had blue scribbles on top of a round head. Green swirls were drawn at the bottom of the page, which Tasuku could only assume was supposed to be grass – though he had no idea why it was swirly, since wasn’t grass kind of pointy?

“Done!” Tsumugi exclaimed triumphantly, putting down his crayon to admire his masterpiece, eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

“Is this you, Tsumu?” Tasuku asked, pointing to the shape with blue scribbles.

“Yeah! And this is Zabi!”

“… Is this a tree?”

“Haha, you’re so funny, Tachan!” Tsumugi giggled with a shake of his head. “This is Izumi! Look, I even drew the flower crown I made her the other day!”

Tasuku raised an eyebrow. That explained the weird green lines.

“I’m going to give this to Izumi as a present! I hope she likes it!”

As Tsumugi chattered in his ear about what he did with Izumi the other day, Tasuku’s eyes unconsciously fell on the brown-haired stick figure again and he frowned.

“You keep talking about her a lot,” Tasuku stated, his gaze flickering away from the paper.

“Yeah, she’s my new friend! She’s really fun!” Tsumugi exclaimed excitedly.

“Oh.”

“Sometimes, she shows me these cool poses she learned from her daddy and she says really funny stuff! I can’t wait to see her again!”

Tasuku turned back to the paper in front of him and began to half-heartedly colour in his trophy. Behind him, his older brother suddenly yelled loudly.

“Did they win, Big Bro Fuyuki?” Tsumugi asked, startled by the older boy’s shout.

“Yeeeees! They just scored the winning goal at the last second!” Fuyuki responded. “Oh yeah, do you guys want a snack? Mom bought some cake. Put your drawings away and we can eat together!”

“Yaaaay! Cake!!” Tsumugi cheered. The blue-haired boy then set his drawing aside carefully and began to gather the crayons that were sprawled across the coffee table.

“Hey, Tsumu,” said Tasuku, placing his crayons back in their box.

“Yeah?”

“I want to meet Izumi.”

“Really?!” Tsumugi gasped. “Okay! I can’t wait for us to play together! I’m so happy!”

However, in his excitement, Tsumugi failed to notice the dark clouds shadowing Tasuku’s features as his friend quietly stacked his drawing on top of his own.

Oho, how will Tasuku and Izumi’s first meeting go? Stay tuned to find out, haha! As usual, let me know what you think and reblogs are always appreciated! Thank you for stopping by~

-Anmitsu

#a3! #a3! game #a3! act! addict! actors! #tsumugi tsukioka #tasuku takato #tsukioka tsumugi #takato tasuku #a3! act addict actors #a3! actor training game #act addict actors #a3! intertwined roots #anmitsu writes

[imaginary-mochi]

General Fluffy HC: Luffy and Zoro with their S/O!

Hi there, @ohnoluffy! (˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)

Thank you so much for you request, you are my first ever!!! (งˆ▽ˆ)ง These are kinda long, lol. These are some of my general HC for these two lovable pirates, it was so much fun.

Luffy

It's not an understatement that he LOVES food. He's gonna drag them to his side to any meal. "C'mon! We are having a feast!" (For the fifth time on the week)

Luffy is NOT fond of sharing, however he will fight for other people's food and then hand it over to his s/o, making sure no one takes away anything that he's given to them.

He's a tamable soul once he's decided that his s/o is now one of his biggest and most important treasures in the world. I'm implying that if they ask him to behave, HE WILL.

It's the most adorable thing ever when they ask him to bathe and he just pouts and clings to them, like a cute little sloth in a tree. His s/o just gives him the silent stare and watch him go to the shower, all "puppy-eyed". (It's good, considering he spends a lot of time with them and Luffy's bathing habits are terrible)

Important and loved people in Luffy's life can count that they will always have him to cheer them up in moments of fragility, specially with his s/o.

Sometimes he just doesn't understand the reason behind it and may come off well, rude and insensitive with his words but his actions make up for it.

He could cuddle for hours in the Sunny's mane, just silently giving them his company in this quiet and calm space.

From time to time, he would take his s/o attention to the coulds to find shapes of animals, friends or even monsters, tell one or two embarassing stories from the crew members or convince them to go fishing and catch dinner, so he could cook it for them. (Sanji is having a stroke, somewhere in the ship)

It was rare for Luffy to find peace in his life, but he truly acknowledged it when he lost Ace. After training with Rayleigh, he realized that meditation, quietness and peace of mind are valuable assets, and he likes to practice it with their s/o.

Everyone is just surprised that his s/o became his safe space. He goes to them when small little things that irritate him happen, just seeking comfort. (When he got upset that Nami did not buy the weird ass stuff he wanted, when he had a terrible cold but wouldn't let their hand go from the hammock he was resting in, or those nights were he goes back to the past, to Saobody, to Marineford... ) Yep. They became the balance in his agitated life. And he needed it.

Makes the stupidest faces and impressions, he loves being the reason for their s/o to smile or laugh. He doesn't care what kind of situation is, if it is appropiate, how embrassing is ir or if it is really, bad timing....HIS GONNA MAKE THEM LAUGH ANYWAYS.

His impression of his s/o is:

- "Oi oi, look at this! Guess who is it!" [Procedes to talk into an INCREDIBLY silly voice by strangling his neck] "I am the prettiest person in the ship"

- "Hard to say. There's a lot of pretty people in here."

-"It's you! Don't be an idiot! Who else can it be?!"

He does not call them pet names. He dumb af and started called them "meat" or "Sanji's meat roll" because he thinks they are precious words by their own, so they are good for someone equally precious.

Number 1 on the Strawhat list of "who shows more PDA". He's just clingy and will hug, carry and kiss his s/o at every chance he gets. He would crave their presence and tender touch. But from you, he's all over with little nose kisses.

Low-key jealous lmao.

- "WHO ARE YOU? NO, you CAN'T have them. Get your own. I know that you want them! You will have to defeat me then!"

- "Luffy I just... I just petted this dog and it followed me..."

Zoro

You know someone own his heart when he teaches them how to "have great comebacks for a ugly swirly brows man"... Sometimes his s/o can't help themselves from letting a fight start between these two for their amusement. Together with Usopp, they have a secret scoreboard were they keep tabs of won arguments and the best comeback lines. (Point system goes from "lame" to "Damn I'm calling the sun and ask him to retire cuz that shit BURNED")

If his s/o is allowed to TOUCH and HEAR about his swords, they are in a WHOLE other level. Zoro opening his nerd side for swords to someone is incredibly rare and really cute.

He does not necessary have a thing for swords because of their power stance, sharpness or being cursed or not. He, however, has an extensive fixation on forgin techniques and artistry involved on their crafting.

He goes on and on, about patterns on sheaths, seals, meanings, inscriptions, popular or ancient ways blacksmiths used to leave a signature on their work... His s/o stares at them after hours of his talking and explaining. He suddenly stops and blushes realizing what he's been doing and for how long.

But he blushes even more when they say stuff like: "Look the pattern on that one, kinda reminds me of that one you told me about, or is it the one on the left that resembles it more?"

Zoro is a simple man, if you remember those little special things he's told you he's done riding on clouds the rest of the day lmao.

Honestly if his s/o just so happens to be a nerd for history, legends or myths for swords OR it's some sort of illustrator/artist he's gonna straight up ask them to spend the rest of their life together.

Has a dedicated, exclusive 1-1 time for their s/o needs, away from all those rutinary things. He's not the one to take them out. Cuz you know... [[[ Orientation ]]] But it's all about wandering around and landing some place where his s/o interest peaked.

He's all about their s/o's hobbies, depending of what it is, He would ask stuff from time to time to keep track of the convo. Zoro is a passive input, more hearing than talking, but he's not afraid to ask things he doesn't know about. Sometimes he can ask some pretty weird shit and makes their s/o crack of laughter.

He's actually pretty good remembering what kind of things their s/o like, or things they don't say outloud they like. He just connects the dots and that's it.

BOM, surprise gift.

BOM, a kiss on the forehead accompanied by: "I think you would like this".

BOM. S/O is deceased.

Zoro is the fourth most confident Strawhat on PDA with his s/o around other people. He's not clingy, cheesy or trying to show them off as his only. He still doesn't give a damn what other people think, but he's more subtle, yet constant.

Loves to pat their s/o head, hair and mess it up, lots of tender (or rushed) forehead kisses. Pulls them always by his side, walks with them locking their arms. He will carry them from the bedroom to the deck only to continue napping... Carry them pretty much everywhere with that strenght lol, hello s/o sentient dumbbell. But still, every touch of his calloused hands tells them that they matter, so much to him.

Ocasionally and absent-mindedly will throw around "Love" as petname. But nothing more, he's not trying to become a "second ero-cook".

#under the cut #one piece headcanons #one piece #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #;;;;;; #fuck can someone tell me how tf i put this please?;;;;;

[monstersdownthepath]

Spiritual Spotlight/Theme Finale: The Monad

True Neutral Overseer of Creation, the Infinite, and Truth

Domains: Artifice, Darkness, Knowledge, Void Subdomains*: Toil, Night, Aeon, Stars

Concordance of Rivals, pg. 11

Obedience: Spend 30 minutes in meditation, clearing your mind of needs and prejudices. Then briefly wander and observe your surroundings, seeking a source of excess, accomplishment, or emptiness. Spend at least 30 minutes counteracting that phenomenon in some way, such as by creating something where nothing exists, providing comfort to a morose stranger, or thinning the excess population of ants in a field. Benefit: Upon completing the Obedience, select two Knowledge skills; gain a +4 sacred or profane bonus to the selected skill checks.

(*IMPORTANT NOTE: The Subdomains are my best guess; Subdomains are not listed in Concordance of Rivals. Anywhere!)

What a delightful Obedience! Meditate for a bit, and then help balance out the world! Awwww :)

Don’t worship the Monad if you’re a Ranger, or any other class with a Favored Enemy-Esque mechanic, because it won’t end well. I do enjoy that the Monad still allows its followers to pursue wants, though I’m sure that wasn’t the designer’s intention and likely just me toying with loopholes I see in sentence structures. Such as the loophole that you can view just about anything as excess, accomplishment, or emptiness.

Destroy a building, or help build a new one. Steal from the rich and give to the poor, or do the exact opposite (and be hunted down by me, personally). Kill bugs or introduce new ones to an environment. Destroy someone’s most prized possession, or give your own to someone in need. Comfort a stranger, or antagonize an ally whose ego is becoming unbalanced. Help to grow a crop, or take a torch to the whole thing. Really your imagination is the limit here, which could potentially lead to choice paralysis... but this also makes it incredibly easy to just Background Detail it without a need to elaborate. If your DM rudely demands details, you can turn it around and ask them details about the environment in order to find something you could correct. Two can play at that game!

Don’t be needlessly rude to kind or curious DMs, though. That’s not cool!

What IS cool is that benefit. While it’s not outstanding, becoming just a bit better at being a smart guy is always nice. Choosing Arcana and/or Dungeoneering is usually the way to go, but you can tailor your Knowledge bonuses day by day if needed. Heading into the wilderness? Pack Nature. Going into town? Might as well get Local and Nobility! The possibilities are endless! (actually there’s only ~45 combinations but y’know)

Boons are gained slowly, gained at levels 12, 16, and 20. Servants of the Monitors, though, can enter the Proctor Prestige Class as early as level 8. If entered as early as possible, you can earn your Boons at levels 10, 14, and 16. You MUST take the Monitor Obedience feat, NOT Deific Obedience. Monitors grant only a single set of Boons.

Boon 1: Aeon Arbiter. Gain Unseen Servant 3/day, Spectral Hand 2/day, or Gaseous Form 1/day.

Well right off the bat, Gaseous Form is painful to use most of the time. It reduces your speed to an agonizingly glacial 10ft, making it useful for getting into or out of a sticky situation but basically nothing else. You can’t really properly scout with it since you still look like a you-shaped gas cloud, but the defensive bonuses it confers means that if you get trapped in a tiny room or with a monster you don’t want to be with, any space that isn’t airtight can’t contain you. The fact it has no components also means you can cast it while grappled or restrained, so if you think you’ll end up snatched up and/or tied up, surprise your enemies by changing matter states!

Unseen Servant was, is, and always shall be one of my favorite spells in the game, even if it’s not a particularly useful one when you’re facing down a dragon, or even a single bandit. Your invisible buddy can perform all your menial tasks you require since it has an enormous 1 hour/level duration, and there’s a LOT of items that weigh less than 20lbs you could have your pal cart around. If you can’t foresee needing them later in the day, conjuring all three of them at once and setting them out on various tasks will multiply your own productivity immensely. I recently read a cute little guide online that pointed out a shovel weighs only 5lbs and a shovelful of soil will rarely surpass 3, so having a team of invisible workers digging trenches can help fortify any positions you hold. It’s just a fun spell! And it rewards knowing exactly what you can do with 2 Str and understand the limits of the servant’s manual dexterity.

Which leaves Spectral Hand, which is probably the most useful thing on this list, if less fun than UnSe. Using touch spells that aren’t Save-or-Suck is always dangerous when you’re a squishy caster, but Spectral Hand allows you to stay safely at a range to deliver them. With a range of Medium (100ft + 10ft/level) and a decently lengthy 1 min/level duration, Spectral Hand can likely last through one to three encounters to let you slap multiple foes with spells you’d otherwise never get to use. Don’t forget you can also use it to deliver buffs and healing to your allies, too! At 2/day, the only reason NOT to take Spectral Hand with this ability is if you adore Unseen Servant as much as I do, or are already in a situation (like a prison) Gaseous Form could save you from.

Boon 2: Immaterial Flesh. You gain the constant benefits of the Moderate Fortification armor special ability. If you already have a similar defensive ability, you increase that ability's chance to negate the additional damage by 10%.

This means that critical hits and Sneak Attacks have a 50% chance of doing no additional damage, for those who can’t keep track of all Pathfinder’s wild armor enchantments. It’s a boring ability, but a lifesaving one that can shear hundreds or thousands of points of damage off incoming attacks over the course of your adventuring career. Most creatures armed with Sneak Attacks have low damage on their normal attacks, so this ability can mean the difference between taking 4 damage and taking 40. Sure, it’s a coin toss as to whether or not it works, but a coin toss is better than having no way to avoid it at all!

I like the fact that if you’re already fortified or have some other method to dodge precision damage (it works on SIMILAR powers, not just fortification!), it’s increased. If you can get your hands on some Armor of Heavy Fortification, the chance to block the incoming damage becomes 85%.

I’m sad that no flavor details are given regarding what this power does to your physical body. It says ‘immaterial flesh,’ but what does that mean? Do you become a gaseous nebula or crystalline formation like the other Aeons? Do you get all swirly and galactic like the Monad? I wish it gave us more details, because it’d lighten up an otherwise bland but useful ability.

Boon 3: Creative Destruction. 1/day as a standard action, you can touch two creatures adjacent to you, or yourself and an adjacent creature. One takes 150 points of damage (Fortitude half; DC=10 + half your HD + your Cha modifier), and the other regains a number of hit points equal to the damage taken by the first target.

Ever wanted to just reach over and slap someone hard enough to kill them instantly? 150 damage--150 untyped damage, I should clarify--is not something to be taken lightly. That instantly kills most humanoids at that level and severely damages hardier monsters, with CR 16 creatures rarely exceeding 280hp at the highest. Hitting a squishy enemy caster with this power can end a battle faster than Power Word Kill, though with the downside that you must get close enough to boop them on the nose... but you aren’t required to make a touch attack. No, no attack roll is required. The only way this ability can miss is if you can’t physically touch your target, meaning incorporeal enemies are immune, and a DM may rule that certain gaseous creatures are, as well. While this ability may also intend for you to use your hands to do the touching, it simply says “touch two adjacent creatures.” You can technically use this ability by tackling someone, kissing them, or just poking them with your foot!

Now, this ability grants a saving throw for half damage, negating some of its burst potential... But that’s still 75 untyped damage that works against ANY CREATURE you can touch. Constructs, Undead, Outsiders, demigods, Great Old Ones, creatures with resistance or immunity to every element in the game and every negative condition you can think of, anything! 75 is less impressive but still impressive! It’s an enormous chunk to shave off any foe and you can indeed shave it off any foe, and they don’t have the option to avoid or lessen it at all! The fact it bypasses all forms of immunity and requires only a touch is AMAZING, and we haven’t even covered the fact that the second target regains HP equal to the damage the first victim took!

Like... 75 HP is big enough by itself. It can take a normal encounter two or three rounds to deal 75 damage, and you only need one action to undo it. And 150 HP? That’s typically enough to take someone with a d8 or smaller hit dice from 0 to full in an instant and restore anywhere from half to 75% of a Fighter or Barbarian’s health bar. But, here’s something else important: much like the destruction, the healing is also universal! Constructs are notoriously difficult to keep running due to their specific healing requirements, and Undead are similarly finicky, but Creative Destruction’s health transfer is accepted by ANY creature with an HP bar. Even yourself! That’s the best part! Even without an ally or another enemy nearby to transfer the health into, you can siphon it into yourself to beat down a bad guy!

And I suppose you could also transfer your own health into an ally that really needed it, but uuuuhhhhh 150 damage is a lot. That tactic should only be use if you have no other option! 

And all you need to do to obtain all this power? Remove all your prejudices and help keep the world running smoothly. Perfect for a character of any alignment! except probably chaotic evil.

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