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napswithwolfie · 2 months

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LU Pokemon AU

bro the strength it took not to give him a full dog team

Wolfie is still a regular wolf. Not a mightyena, an absol, or even a lycanroc, just a plain regular wolf, and it weirds everyone out because no one has ever seen a creature like wolf link.

Oh and if his team feels split, well that’s intended. Which half suits him better or does the full team represent him well ;DDD

Time Sky Warriors 🐶Twilight Wild Legend Hyrule Four Wind

Team descriptions under the cut 👋👀

🐶Poipole: Midna, or his memory of her. So Poipole doesn't join Twi's team until the end of tp after the mirror is shattered. I imagine Poipole is born from the remains of the shattered mirror’s dust, suffused with the negative ‘other worldly’ energy of the arbiter's grounds.

When Twilight hears giggling in the mirror chamber, he doesn’t think much of it. He has spent too many moments since their separation reminiscing about her. Even now, he decides to humour his heartbreak, imagining some lighthearted quip about how far he has fallen for her to stoop to hallucinations. He chuckles at himself and his imaginary conversation with Midna.

🐶Hisuian Typhlosion: in this au ghost types are the only pokemon unaffected by the Twilight. If anything, they already exist between worlds as, well ahem, ghosts.

There's even that nostalgic weight leaning on his shoulder... Wait... Twi realises he's down bad, but even this is ridiculous! He whips his head over his right shoulder, and there, face to face, is a creature unlike anything he's seen before, wearing an all-too-familiar grin. They zip up and away, hovering nearby with playful curiosity in their eyes, waiting to see his next move. At his bewildered and stunned reaction, they let out that chiming giggle he heard earlier

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You don’t have to look far to find where Poipole’s gone. If they aren’t hitching a ride on the back of any of their teammates, then they’re off causing trouble together with Time's mons.

🐶Incineroar: Twi didn’t get a choice when this little litten chose him in the alleys of Castle Town, though as a cat man he doesn't mind this one bit.

Typhlosion first encountered Twilight when he was miserably lost in the Twilight zone of Death Mountain. Pretending to be one of the wandering souls, unaware of the blanketing twilight, Typhlosion carefully ambled in their direction to get a better look at the strange creature. They could feel a rich and powerful soul within Twilight, and noticed how the twilight both welcomed and repelled it. Even odder was their partner sitting on its back. Typhlosion knew dark energy when they sensed it, and that imp's soul was a pool so dark it threatened to swallow up the light - hrm, now there's an interesting thought.

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Just because you don't catch Typhlosion causing trouble doesn't mean they're not as much of a prankster as the others—actually, they're worse. Typhlosion has a knack for roping in carefully selected allies into their mischief. Despite their playful nature, they often go missing, staring out at seemingly nothing. As a ghost type, they're attuned to wandering spirits, and will spend much of their time listening to them and helping them pass on whenever they can.

Incineroars are excellent with children, and you can't change my mind. They're not named the 'Heel Pokemon' for nothing! They love playing with kids, pretending to be the villain to defeat, staging extravagant fights with spectacular victories for the heroes. Twilight's Incineroar is particularly protective of its family. Despite aiding 'The Hero,' they are anything but honourable in battle. They're not afraid to employ unfair tactics, from small actions like throwing sand in their opponents' faces to targeting eyes and joints, even going after the enemies' allies. They are unflinching in the depths they will go to achieve victory.

🐶Mudsdale: Epona but buffer. Twilight's first companion, Mudbray would happily tackle the world together with all the confidence of an unstoppable 8 year old.

🐶Volcarona: Twilight was given a pokemon egg after restoring Faroe's light. It was terrifyingly cold when Twilight first held it, so chilling that even Midna thought it might be a morbid joke from the light sprite. Despite this, Twilight insisted on keeping the egg.

With each zone of Twilight lifted from Hyrule, the Light Spirits would bestow a ‘boon’ onto Twilight’s team. Cryptic as always, Twilight had no clue what help he received. Steadily throughout his quest the egg grew warmer, almost scalding by the time the last zone of Twilight was lifted; and upon receiving the final sprites boon the egg hatched.

Volcarona can be quite aloof. It lives at its own pace, exuding a divine presence that others cannot easily disrupt.

🐶Garchomp: I wanted a brutish pokemon that reflected (heh mirrors) his curse and it was a difficult decision between Garchomp and Kommo O.

It was nothing short of a miracle that Twilight survived the encounter with Garchomp. The Twilight Blighted Pokemon was already an apex predator in its territory, its strength bolstered by the dark magic of the twilight. Twilight doubted he could defeat them. Forced to sneak around, he found that being a hero seemed to attract unwanted encounters - Garchomp suddenly stomped its foot, shaking the earth violently the ground threatened to topple Twilight, as sharp pillars of earth tore across the terrain toward his hiding spot.

Fight fight fight and somehow Twilight lives, Garchomp faints, dark mass is dispelled and happy happy cat meme goes here.

Garchomp sometimes loses itself in battle, with adrenaline accidentally triggering a mega evolution that sends it into a rage. The aftermath leaves Garchomp feeling deeply ashamed, as it struggles to accept its own savagery.

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Notes: twi’s team gave me the hardest time istg. There were too many mons to try and squeeze in, aaaaahhh a total nightmare: Exhibit A (scrapped idea)

But fr not a single dog in twi's team??? Yea well about that… Have Midna's team:

[Necrozma: The rest of the chain aren't aware he has a sixth pokemon at all. He just tells them he technically counted as one during his quest, satisfied that the lie works.

So nezzie here is a nod to the fused shadow that twi does accept in the manga. I have this idea that he has forced guardianship over the fused shadow, as a punishment, but also his duty as the hero. Twis conflicted regarding nezzie - On the one hand he is comfortable with what it represents but there's a deep fear of shame to admit to others he has formed a bond, though tentative, with nezzie.]

In a dungeon chest Twilight finds a Fire Stone. He gives it to Midna saying how it reminds him of her hair.

(No gogoats for twi. Sadge)

🔂Time 🐥Sky 🌹Warriors 🐶Twilight 🏹Wild ✌️Legend 🍃Hyrule 🧩Four 🌊Wind

🔴 Partner pokemon: Poipole

⚪ Smaller team: Poipole, Mudsdale, Incineroar

#linked universe #Lu #lu au #pokemon #pokemon au #lu pokemon au #legend of zelda #loz #loz au #twilight princess #twilight princess au #tp #tp link #link #wolfiesscrawlings #lu twilight

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ravendruid · 7 months

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Trinket

This work is part of the @percahliaweek event. Day 3 - Trinket [Read on AO3]

It’s springtime in Whitestone, and the trees and gardens bloom with colors and scents that the wind carries for miles. As luck would have it, it is the first clear, sunny day of the season, and Vex’ahlia does not fancy spending it indoors after weeks trapped within the white walls of the castle. Yes, she has matters to attend to. Letters to read and write, accounting of the treasury to do, and a myriad of other boring paperwork she does not want to think about. But it is sunny and warm, the flowers look so beautiful from the tall windows, and the Sun Tree is all dressed in gold. Even Trinket sighs hopefully at her feet, dreaming of chasing squirrels and other critters in the woods or dipping his paws in the shallow stream and hunting the few fish that swim in the cold waters of the mountain.

“Trinket, we’re going out,” Vex’ahlia has made up her mind. She looks for Cassandra first, hoping to spend quality time with her sister-in-law and maybe get to know the girl a bit better. However, a server quickly informs Vex that Cassandra is away for the day and has left no word of her return, so Vex turns to the other remaining de Rolo.

It’s not hard to find Percival these days. He’s either locked in his office, pouring over paperwork of his own, or down in his workshop working on some grand design that he is determined to keep a secret, even from his wife. Vex’ahlia has tried countless times to ask him about it, but her husband’s mouth is a tomb that not even her brother could pilfer. She has tried tricks—some influenced by their prankster friend, Grog—and even using her best assets to seduce Percival into revealing information, but all she got from it was a night of luxurious lovemaking—a decoy to make her forget about the subject, no doubt.

“Percival, darling?” Vex’ahlia opens the door to Percy’s office. As soon as Percy’s deep blue eyes find her, he knows his wife wants something.

“Hello, dear. How can I help you?” He asks, setting aside the quill and straightening the papers he has been working on. He won’t get any more work done the rest of the day if Vex’ahlia has her way—which she always does.

“It’s such a beautiful day outside. Why won’t we go for a walk?”

“Of course, dear. Do you have anywhere in particular in mind?” Vex shakes her head at his question, which makes Percy smile. Good. This might be a good chance, then.

The descent from the hill where Castle Whitestone sits is made in silence but for the sound of the couple’s footsteps echoing against the gravel and the huffs and puffs of the bear that tracks behind them. The town is bustling with life as traders and commerce owners share their products, and construction noises are muffled by screams of children playing in the streets. It is a sight to behold. The town that was once filled with such darkness and death is now full of light and happiness. Alive against all odds, like Percival and Vex’ahlia.

Percy leads Vex by the arm to the northwestern part of town, passing by old houses that still need to be worked on and into a section of the Parchwood Timberlands that has recently been cleared off for further development. In the distance are the first signs of a new wall that will protect the new section of the city, an expansion that Percy can’t look at without feeling some sense of pride.

“Do you see this section, dear?” Percival points at the vast leveled-up grounds ahead of them. Vex’ahlia nods and looks at him, waiting patiently. Only in the bright, sunny light does she notice her husband’s scruffy beard starting to come out, as white as his hair.

“This is where the houses for the refugees will be built, correct?” She remembers reading something in some paperwork that passed through her hands a few months ago.

“It was,” Percy’s smile falls.

“Was, darling?”

“The recent numbers haven’t been as promising as we imagined. It seems that more Emonians are keen to return to their homes, or what’s left of them, than we thought, so we do not have a need for new houses at the moment.”

“Oh,” Vex’s sadness mirrors her husband’s. She is happy for those families that get to return home. Some might have to rebuild their lives from the ash like Vex and her brother did, but at least they will be home.

“Instead, I have decided to do something else with it. Such a great plot of land cannot go to waste, right?” It’s a rhetorical question. Percy knows Vex does not allow anything to go to waste if she has a say about it.

“What will it be, then?”

Percy doesn’t answer her. Instead, he grabs her arm again and leads her to a large covered square on the ground. He unveils the cover of a stone that reads Lord Trinket’s Public Park.

“Percival,” Vex’ahlia takes a step back, stunned at the gesture.

“There will be a statue as well,” He turns to his wife, preening at her reaction. “Do not worry, Trinket and I will make sure they do a wonderful job on it. Right, buddy?” Percy rubs the thick fur atop the bear’s large head, who groans in agreement.

“Darling, you didn’t have to.” Vex’s eyes fill with tears. She lunges into her husband, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him longingly. “Do you see this, buddy?” She then turns to the bear as she wipes the tears with the cuff of her sleeve. “This park is for you. So we can come play every day, buddy.”

With a loud, happy growl, Trinket turns his back on the couple and starts running around the large plot, quickly finding a muddy pit to roll around in. What is bare today will soon be full of large trees, bear, bee, and butterfly-friendly flowers, plenty of shaded benches, and maybe even a few tables where families can come and enjoy nature. Whitestone is alive indeed.

#critical role #cr fic #vox machina #perc'ahlia #percahliaweek #I know according to Tal'Dorei Reborn Vex asked the park to be built. But what if it was gifted to her by Percy instead?#spoilers for post-campaign 1

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talesmaniac89 · 2 years

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The Man in Apartment 43 - Epilogue

Series Masterpost (Complete)

Summary: Dean x Reader - Neighbours AU - Dean and the reader live next door to each other and can’t stand each other. Will things change once circumstances bring this bartender and businessman duo closer together?

Triggers: None

Start Here | Last Part | THE END

A/N: This story is now complete!

Two years later

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“Agent, you are amazing,”

The former special forces officer’s voice was warm and hot against her neck as he held her close. The world was safe, and it was only him and her, on the top of the icy mountain ridge. He moved his mouth from her neck and leaned in, inches from her lips as she let her fingers comb through his hair and moved in to kiss him. Even as the battle-hardened agent she was, she could swear she heard background music swell as he leaned in and…

Living easy! Living free! Season ticket on a one way ride!

Groaning, you pushed away from your laptop with a heavy sigh after the initial chords of Highway to Hell had you jumping in your seat. Stretching your body and rolling your stiff shoulders from the hours spent writing, you let your head fall back against the chair before you swivelled it around.

“Dean Winchester!” You called out, knowing he’d be somewhere close by if he’d decided to treat you to one of his rock shows. Schooling your features, you made sure no sign of the smile that was threatening to break free showed as Dean’s green eyes peeked in at you from behind the door.

That boyish grin still easily sent your heart soaring after two full years together. You were sure you’d never grow immune to what that smile did to you, nor the handsome man it was attached to. Not that you wanted to grow immune. Hell, you loved him more and more every day. Even when he pulled his little tricks and broke your concentration just as you were nearly finishing up your second book in your bestselling series.

“Sorry sunshine, but you did tell me to let you know when the movers got here with the last of it,” He chuckled as he finally deemed it safe enough to come inside your home office to sneak a small kiss from your pouting lips. The damned handsome man always thought he could get away with everything that way. And, as you felt yourself melt from the taste of him on your lips, you had to admit he really could.

“Not by pulling me down a highway to hell again,” You said with a pout as you held your hands out for him to pull you out of your office chair and into his arms. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he placed a small placating kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll use Stairway to Heaven next time,” He chuckled, bright eyes smiling down on you as you reached up to trace his laugh lines before lifting yourself up to kiss the handsome prankster.

“Sometimes I wonder why I ever agreed to move in with you Mr. Winchester,” You mused as you smiled against his lips before you finally untangled yourself from him and grabbed his hand instead. Pulling him towards the front of the house. You should, after all, not let your movers wait.

“I make a mean cup of coffee, and you love my burgers,” Dean shot back, not even pretending to think it through, or even act offended, as he fell into step next to you and placed a soft peck at the back of your hand.

“True… Though I can think of a few other reasons,” You let your voice fall to a whisper as you shot him a heated look. Rolling your tongue against your bottom lips, you gave your handsome man another quick once over as your free hand traced along his upper body down towards his belt. A look that had green eyes darkening as he grabbed for you, trying to pull you up against the hard panes of his body as you quickly evaded his grasp with a teasing wink.

“We can’t keep the movers waiting,” You sing-songed back over your shoulder as you ran down the hallway. Ending your words with a squealed laugh as you heard Dean let out an indignant growl before chasing you down the hall of your new home.

After your Gabe-orchestrated “meet cute” outside Castiel’s apartment, Dean had moved back to Apartment 43 temporarily, until another apartment opened up in your building six months later. And after one and a half years of being somewhat ‘neighbours’ you had finally left apartment 11A and 32B behind to move in together. Moving into a cute little house on the outskirts of Lawrence.

It already felt like home. Even though you had only been there for a week and you didn’t even have all your furniture in place yet. None of that mattered. All you needed was each other.

Well… Each other, and the waffle iron that was with the load the movers were delivering, since you had people coming over later. Rushing to the door, your squealed laughter caused the movers to look up from where they were unloading the boxes from the truck to see you being lifted into the air by Dean just as you opened the door.

Smiling into the soft kiss Dean pressed against your lips, you gently tapped his arm. Making him put you down as he easily, as easy and naturally as breathing, entwined your fingers with his. Squeezing your hand gently before the two of you walked out onto your perfect picket fence lawn to greet the movers.

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“Are you sure it’s in this box, sunshine?” Dean had to speak up to be heard over the music filling your small kitchen as you danced back and forth preparing for the lunch you were hosting. His task had been to find your waffle iron in the multitude of boxes, but he kept getting distracted as he came up behind you to twirl you around the room to one of his favourite songs or just place soft open-mouthed kisses against your neck.

“Never mind, I found it!” He exclaimed with a grin just as you turned to help him look. A small proud smile lighting up his face and making him look younger as you rolled your eyes at him before reaching out to pluck the waffle iron out of his hands.

Dean however, wasn’t ready to give up his hard won treasure all that easily as he held it out of your reach with a smirk before quickly placing it on the countertop behind him and grabbing your outstretched hand. Placing a soft kiss against your fingertips, he turned those forest green eyes up towards you.

“Do I get a prize?” He murmured as his lips gently brushed up your fingers before placing another kiss against the diamond ring that was nestled securely around your left ring finger. The same ring he’d nervously gotten down on one knee to give you just a week earlier. Between moving boxes and madness the day you first moved in together. Exclaiming he couldn’t wait a second longer to ask you to marry him.

“And what prize do you want Mr. Winchester,” You asked your fiancé as you turned your hand in his gentle grasp to trace the shape of his plump bottom lip.

“I can think of a few things I’d like…” Raising his eyebrows at you, Dean threw you a cheeky wink as he let his free arm snake around your waist to push your body against his. His lips chased after yours as you placed your fingers more firmly against his lips. Stopping the sneaky thief from stealing another kiss, since you knew it would just be the first of many, and so much more.

“Everyone will be here in an hour De,” You reminded him as his teeth teasingly nipped at your fingertips. Normally you would nearly always give in to your soon to be husband’s advances. After all, you could barely keep your hands off of the devastatingly handsome man. But you had one hour to get lunch ready for eight people. Including a small waffle station for Sam’s kids.

So your own little indulgence had to wait.

“We should just call them all and cancel,” Dean grumbled, but he still let go of you as you leaned up to place a placating kiss on his pouting lips with a small laugh. Moving quickly, you slipped fully out of his reach as you grabbed the waffle iron from behind him, before just as quickly going back to your little prep station to ready it.

“You know we can’t do that,” You hummed softly, as Dean slid in next to you. Quickly getting to work at chopping up the strawberries, grapes, chocolate and other waffle station ingredients while you focused on the actual batter.

It was one year, to the day, that the final verdict was passed down, and both Brian and Ketch went away for a very long time. Both of them had been sentenced for attempted murder, kidnapping and a slew of other charges. And the latest from Detective Davies was that Ketch was also facing additional new charges, which would leave him rotting in jail for a very long time. Since Charlie’s work in her new role for the Cyber Crime Unit had found proof that he’d been hindering multiple other investigations. As well as supplying classified information to some very bad people.

So, you had decided to host a lunch in your backyard. Not just to celebrate the one year anniversary of the sentencing, but also the housewarming of your new house. And, though they didn’t know it yet, to tell Charlie, Gabe, Jess and Sam about your engagement.

You wanted your family, the people you had gone through thick and thin with over the last two years, to be the first to know. Which was why there was no way you could cancel your lunch. And, after all… You and Dean had the rest of your lives together.

Your man from apartment 43 had become the man you were going to marry. You were his, and he was yours. Forever. And though it took a hellish situation to break down the wall between your apartments so you could see him for who he was, you had made it through it all, stronger than ever. You’d come to know the man behind the rock music, and you’d fallen in love with him. More and more every day.

You’d broken down all your walls, and built a home out of the scraps. Letting Dean hold your hand, you’d crossed every new bridge, together. Into a bright future, a happily ever after, that was everything you ever wanted and more.

You were happy. You were home. And you were done running.

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postpunkpontypandyphantomthief · 1 year

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Poem for Pontypandy

(I decided to write this for the anniversary of the Fireman Sam series (which was November 17th), a show I've been revisiting and hyper fixating on, I couldn't get this finished for the day, so here it is now.)

There is a town in the welsh valley It’s quite quaint and quiet Most of the time There’s the town gossip running the corner shop Who’s sassy, always airing the dirty laundry She has a son who’s quite the mischievous Scamp, using the town’s pavement as his skateboard ramp As curious as a cat, tinkering and fumbling when told not to do so this can land him in danger The silly pratt Across the road there’s a cafe Owned by an Italian lady Her beaded necklace and decorative dress Shows such class, She gives her cat a drink The local bus driver gives her a wink His idea of flirting is dismissed without a think Nearby a lad with a pompadour works a cooker The pancake lands on his face instead of the plate silent breeze is replaced with a loud crackling, roaring blaze, Yelps and screams are overheard from the corner shop Where the local fire brigade make their next stop The sirens blare while the firefighters prepare With their hoses and BA gear seems severe rising from the windows Two tackled the inferno while one looked To see if anyone was stuck inside It was the prankster lad from before shaking like a scared lamb But he’ll be ok, he was saved by Fireman sam Flames were put out Dilys rambled and spout Sam got some ointment and a bandage To ease an injury Being able to confidently rush into Disasterous situations like that Would make most others jittery But not Sam Tan He’s full of bravery Whether he’s fighting flames Up in the mountains Sailing along the sea Only he and his team Can deal with the anarchy of Pontypandy I remember watching his adventures Countless times on tv While I was scared of fire His lessons sparked curiosity and perhaps some gender envy I initially brushed this off as Nostalgic, fond memories But years on as I reflect He was always there with me safety tips were kept in mind At the right times his classic to 2000s design Was quite pleasing to my eye When I think about what I find Attractive, I wonder why suspenders, redheads and slicked quiff hairstyles are such a common theme? I once had a dental surgery fear It made fire seem tame While waiting for the dreadful day I revisited that imaginary valley, those charming stop-motion puppets made me so happy Settling the anxiety Years after the recovery The little welsh guy who fights a blaze Has taught me to feel less afraid A comfort character can have so much power Like a rainbow during a rainy shower To be honest, his retro face makes me blush He was my first fictional crush Gives me such a euphoric rush His series has made such a global impact Young People and adults now know How to tackle dangerous scenarios Due to lessons from the episodes The series started during a time Of riots, havoc and paraffin heaters These friendly cartoon faces Got the 80s and 90s generation To persevere And make the world a bit safer 35 years on and he’s still going strong Driving Jupiter along, honking the horn The Pontypandy fire brigade have Been saving lives for decades With their man of the hour The hero next door Fireman Sam!

#sam tan #fireman sam #fireman sam classic #original poetry #my poetry #poem #poetry #original poem

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rockheadcd · 2 years

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@electrivolt said: ... and now that he's actually awake after that awakening, Volkner just has to return the favor, right? Approaching from behind to wrap his arms around his boyfriend's midriff, hands just a bit too cold slipped under his shirt and chin resting on his shoulder, right by his neck— "What are you doing now?" —and there he is, face hiding into Roark's neck, smile pressed into his skin with light kisses, over and over. He knows damn well what he's doing, the little bastard— / the continuation from this. ( part 2 electric boogaloo ) | accepting.

The kitchen was not going to be his reprieve now that he’d started off Volkner’s day with being a menace--and knowing his tendencies to be a prankster himself would come in full-force, save for how open Volkner was about wanting to be somewhere by Roark almost at all feasible times ( that wasn’t to say the feeling wasn’t mutual, with they way they even went about their separate hobbies together in the same space had been a comfort roark didn’t realize he was reaching for until he looked over his shoulder ). Unfortunately, that meant it was some combination of the two.

Roark had just managed to feed their audience of companions, letting them take their food out back to enjoy the peak of the day before the clouds would eventually come to wear out sunlight later on in the day--such was the midst of spring as it tilted closer to summer, which was thankfully relatively pleasant in Oreburgh with the city pressed up against the mountain range like this. Too cold, still, for Volkner, as he had constantly heard the complaining, seeing as Sunyshore was... well, as the name implied, very sunny. All of the time. Also, very hot. On the plus side, that meant they’d have a few beach trips coming up--some of his favorite days, in all honesty..

Such a winding train of thought over scrubbing cookware under the running sink had him oblivious to the shadow that loomed behind him, causing him to visibly shudder, drop the pan in the sink, and strangle a yelp in his throat all at once as cold hands felt closer to dry ice on his stomach. The breath against a sensitive neck, and the damned cold nose that felt even colder now that he was on edge overload his sense of touch, reflexively shooting a shiver up his neck as he tries to shrink away ( it was hard enough to answer when he was known to be weak to volkner’s lips peppering his neck, and his only saving grace was being able to feel that little shit-eating smile against near-frozen skin ). The way his cheeks flushed instantly indicates that Volkner’s revenge was absolutely successful.

“Volk—cold—Rrr…little—butthead—that tickles..!” Roark struggles between breathless laughs, trying to shrug off the advances but to little avail as it was simply easy to hold onto the miner despite his protests. All was fair in love and war, as they say, and it’s enough to justify a very wet and soapy hand threading into the mess of Volkner’s bedhead haphazardly, torn between tugging him away so he can get his thoughts working again and giving Volkner the attention he deserves that always has him turning into putty under Roark’s touch. Eventually, he settles on a third option, which was to repeatedly soak his hand under warm water and press his hand against Volkner’s general face area until he ceased, regardless of whether or not he’d end up soaking part of his shirt by doing so.

“Well, I was doing dishes until I was so brutally attacked by some gym leader that broke into my house,” Roark jokes, only pausing his retaliation to settle his opposite and much warmer, although damp, hand over the ones that traumatize his stomach, trying to warm them in order to equalize the temperature difference. He finally lets himself take a full breath, content to lean into his lover even if he still intends to torment him with affection. “Freakin’ bastard,” he comments with a grin, feeling safe enough to at least scrub the last of the cookware and let it air dry, now much more prepared if someone decided to continue to be a menace. “Do you want anything? It’s past noon, but I didn’t want to wake you up earlier.” His sleeping face was way too cute to disturb, especially for someone whom sleep constantly evaded, even with the vast improvements since they met as adults ( that is, roark being the sleep remedy ). However, Volkner nearly falling off the couch was sooooo worth it.

#electrivolt #🌙 ━ / asks.#🗻 ━ 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁! / roark ic.#roark vc: absolute fucking menace the bastard of my eye ( affectionate )#✨ ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗐𝗇. 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾. / electrivolt.

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Generation VIII Pokemon Nicknames, Part 1

I might as well see this through and get "caught up" in a sense, even if this one is years late.

... And let's see how many Yakuza/Starcraft references make it... And again, I'll only nickname those that I can see myself making, and if I can come up with a nickname.

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Grass drummer, huh? Hmm... "Dalin". Read as Dal-in, the Korean-hanja term for an expert/master. If read in Japanese, it would be read as Tatsujin. So this is a Taiko no Tatsujiin reference, which is apparently an actual standalone game, but I only know it from a Club Sega arcade minigame in Yakuza 5.

Hey, I know this one! A sportsman fire bunny! No problem. I'll call it "Tennis Ace". But it's supposed to be a soccer pl- It's tennis now. Tennis Ace the job in Yakuza 8. ... So that's 2 for 2...

... Hmm... those are good stats for an Sp. Atk focused guy. Power creep? Ahem. So it's a Water type chameleon? Ability Sniper. Fascinating. And it's even blue, like a certain someone who appeared in my top favorites ranking. So this guy obvious gets the nickname of "Ghost". As a chameleon, I'd imagine this guy can blend into the background, like a Terran Ghost with Cloak research, and Ghosts carry sniper rifles. Even had the ability Snipe in Starcraft II, which was later changed to Steady Targeting, which everyone calls Snipe anyways.

That's... a fat squirrel. Has the Spd stat to match. I would never make one. If I did, I'd probably call it "FatRat", who... I think is a Halo speedrunner? Pro? Something like that? I don't know that scene very well.

A Flying/Steel, and not a Steel/Flying, so this thing would end up in my Flying Box instead of the Steel one. ... If I made this thing for whatever reason. This is like a more well-rounded Skarmory, which isn't a good thing, so... I would not make one.

... That looks like a Megaman boss. I used to watch my cousin play X4 and X5. I think it's from one of those. Hmm... high defensive stats, low HP, Bug typing... not ideal, so... nope.

Dex filler fodder minion. Pass.

Another defensive thing with low HP. Since I'm not studying each Pokemon extensively and instead, just glancing at the stats and typing, I wouldn't know the full extent of Pokemon capabilities. This one... meh. Could be strangely useful like Whimsicott, but Whimsicott has Prankster. This one doesn't. So... pass. That said, the spore on its back kind of looks like a cross between a golf ball and a baseball, so I might've called this things as "Bolf".

A fodder sheep-ram? I would've called it "Sham" but... I would never bother.

Another fodder. So far there's been a lot of crap that I wouldn't bother with, so I retract that power creep comment.

Hmm... decent dog. A faster, weaker Luxray? ... I got nothing.

A pile of coal. Hmm. The Japanese name sounds like "mountain of coal". So this is like a beefed up Magcargo. Which isn't good, since that thing sucks. Well, that's unfortunate.

Huh, the Apple Dragon is back. Or rather, it was here first then appeared again as a better Dragon in Generation IX. So if I named that better Dragon as "Invaluable", does that mean this one would be named (if at all) as "Unvaluable"?

Ehh...

Fodder.

Hey, this is that Kilo that Shield has! I remember this thing's insanely focused stats! A barracuda eh? Hmm... I might call this as "Machete". In Yakuza 8, there's a gang called the Barracudas, whose boss is Dwight Mendez, and his boss battle theme is Twin Machetes.

Hey, another thing that Shield has. I'll call it "Declawed". Because I thought for certain that this thing had claws when I wrote the short story, and it turned out it didn't.

Ugh. Massive centipede... Crap stats, so... pass.

Not a Water type? Huh. ... "Careful. There's no escaping this guy's headlock. He kind of sucks you in." This thing looks interesting, but... 42 Spd. Nope. Unfortunately, this is the kind of thing that pops up in a Battle Tower-esque thing that promptly gets one-shotted by my vanguard Salamence and only serves as fodder for Moxie.

Another Cuphead name? Um... I think there's a teapot somewhere in that game, so... that name?

29 Spd. Why is everything so f*cking slow, or insanely fast? The hell is thing is supposed to be, anyways? 136 Sp. Atk so I'd probably make one, but exclusive for Trick Room? I don't know.

60 Spd. Another slow-ass dude. It has Prankster, but... blech.

An armored Linoone? Finally, something with a respectable Spd stat. Not too high, not too low. Too bad the rest of thing sucks.

That thing looks like a Meowth who's seen some sh*t. ... 50 Spd. Nope.

Looks like this Corsola fought its way out of a Toxapex's stomach and reclaimed what was left of its body. 145 Sp. Atk is ridiculous, and 130 Sp. Def is amazing, but 50 Def and 60 HP with 30 Spd means it dies immediately to any Ghost or Dark type that has a physical attack. Boo. So this would be one of those things that I make but never use. "Leftovers".

Hey, Sword's Pokemon! That useless ass bird finally got a purpose. 65 Spd... ... It will finally get made, and then get stuffed in a box for eternity. "Short Legs". Because one, it has short legs, and two, this is kind of like a Zealot in Starcraft if you forget the Leg Enhancement upgrade from the Citadel of Adun. Or the Charge upgrade from the Twilight Council in Starcraft II. Yeah, it has a lot of damage output, but... it needs to reach the target first.

Last one for this part. And another one of Sword's Pokemon. An English gentleman Pokemon, huh? ... If I recall, there are Gentleman type enemy trainers in Pokemon games, and so this guy is that class Pokemon-fied. Thus I will call this thing as... "Sujimon".

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Old Blue: A Christmas Memory

“Old Blue” was the name of Uncle Dickie’s toy train. It was Lionel’s Blue Streak set, number 295W, which featured a swanky engine named the “Commodore Vanderbilt” and three articulated passenger cars: a coach/combine (part baggage car and coach), a full coach, and a rear observation car. The streamlined engine, tender and passenger cars were painted shiny blue and white and the soft silhouette and smooth lines of the train gave it an art deco look appropriate for its age: my grandfather Bill had given it to uncle Dickie for Christmas, 1939.

As a young lad I used to wait with great expectation for Christmas Eve at grandfather’s house. There were lots of aunts, uncles and cousins and of course the welcome prospect of beribboned presents. A splendid dinner was always prepared by grandmother and aunt Viv: “The two best cooks in the county,” according to grandfather, whose life’s obsessions were gardening and eating. But best of all was the wonder of watching Old Blue circle around a tall, bright Christmas tree, its engine and passenger car lamps softly glowing, and the engine belching thick white smoke chuffs in strict unison with each chug.

Uncle Dickie was my favorite uncle and a real pal. He was tall and lanky and had inherited grandfather’s good looks and easy laugh. He enjoyed a bit of mischief now and then (in which I was usually complicit) and was an accomplished prankster, which irked grandfather. It seemed as though Dickie had a new lady friend each month who he’d introduce to the herd of relatives assembled for grandmother’s ritual Sunday supper. He drove a 1940 Pontiac Torpedo Eight which he’d hot rodded to grandmother’s dismay. He had an enormous collection of comic books, all in pristine condition, and had carefully preserved in their original boxes every toy he’d ever been given, including Old Blue, which he took out of its tin plate box just once a year for its annual Christmas run. It was a family tradition.

On June 25th, 1950, North Korea invaded the South. Uncle Dickie and his brother Bill were drafted within two months of each other. Bill was a gunnery instructor at Fort Jackson, SC. Dickie was sent to Korea and assigned to the U.S. 7th Division. He was killed during a crushing Chinese advance at the battle of Chosin Reservoir on November 29th, 1950. He had just turned 20. Survivors of that battle called themselves “The Chosin Few.”

The Christmas eve gathering that year was a somber affair. The tall tree was there in the corner of the parlor by the big chestnut leather wing chair that was grandfather’s. But Big Blue wasn’t. A curtain of sadness hung over the evening and an empty chair and place setting were at the dining room table. The table conversation was muted and the warmth of the holiday season had turned cold.

The next day I awoke early without the usual anticipation that infuses children on Christmas morning. But as I came down the stairs I saw something familiar and wonderful under our tree: it was Old Blue. My mother told me that uncle Dickie had written her that the battlefields in the mountains of Korea in winter were so cold that men and machines and blood plasma froze. He was afraid, she said, and that if anything happened, “see that Barney gets Old Blue.” “Men go off to war,” she said, “and some don’t come back. That’s just the way it is.” And then tears came. I had never seen my mother cry before. That bittersweet memory is now 68 years old.

Old Blue has been chugging under my Christmas tree ever since.

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frostedej · 3 years

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I am 100% convinced Dís would be completely on board with Bilbo's sass, and gleefully encourages every bit of bullshitting that funky little hobbit uses, all those pranks that the Fíli and Kíli teach him too...

Until she has a talk with Bilbo's grandparents, when she finds out he's the one that's been teaching the boys pranks.

It takes even longer for Thorin to find out, after Bard tells him about the prank Legolas and Gimli pulled on Thranduil, when said Elf King suddenly takes to wearing a massive beanie to cover his now glowing green hair, during the Bagginshield reception.

#bagginshield #the mountain is now full of pranksters #potential gigolas #bard #thorin #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #dís #fili and kili #thranduil #gimli #legolas #pranks

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laurenairay · 2 years

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Day 9 – Erik Johnson

Trope: Snowed in

Word Count: 930 words

A/N: EJ is the toothless love of my life, and that’s all the prompting I needed to include him, in peak EJ fashion.

Three days of quiet and bliss and seclusion. With the way the first few months of the season had gone, you hadn’t needed to beg Erik for the long weekend away – he had agreed almost immediately after you suggested the two of you should take some time away together. It wasn’t that the season so far was going terribly – not at all – but after a string of bad games and long roadtrips, the few days break that Erik had in his schedule gave the two of you the perfect time to spend some solid time together. And what better way that a private cottage in the mountains?

True, the cottage really wasn’t that high up, but there was enough of a winding road and privacy that you had to buy all your supplies before you headed up there as there was no point in coming back down again each day. So after a couple hours drive out of the city and to your secluded location, Erik having told his team (and then reminded Gabe on the morning) that he was not going to answer his phone for anything other than an absolute emergency, the two of you had headed up to the cottage yesterday morning.

That first day was everything you could have asked for. An easy drive, a gorgeous interior to the cottage that was even better than the photos depicted, hours spent in bed to reconnect like you hadn’t properly in weeks, before an evening sharing a bottle of wine in the outdoor hot tub. The two of you had fallen back into bed again, falling asleep in each other’s arms, happy and sated.

What you had woken up to was a surprise.

“Uh, babe?”

You hummed at the sound of Erik’s voice, slowly blinking awake to the realisation that he sounded concerned.

“What is it?” you murmured, frowning up at him.

“It snowed overnight. Like, really heavily,” Erik said hesitantly.

Overnight heavy snow. In the middle of nowhere. Oh god.

“Are we…are we snowed in?” you winced.

“I think we might be. I haven’t checked, but it’s basically a white-out outside,”

“Fuck. Fuck, what do we do?” you groaned.

This was not how you expected to spend your days off. The two of you had planned a hike for today, if nothing else!

“How about you get dressed into something super comfy and warm, and I’ll check the situation outside. Then I’ll call the booking agency and ask them what their procedure is. It’ll all be fine,” Erik said firmly.

You bit your bottom lip but nodded. Erik may be a joker and a prankster at the best of times, but in a serious situation he always kept a cool head – and you knew that right now would be no differently.

“Okay, sounds like a plan,” you nodded.

“There’s my girl,” Erik murmured, smiling.

You smiled back up at him, still smiling softly as he kissed you softly, sweetly, sending a thrill through your body. All too soon he was pulling away, throwing a hoodie over his bare chest as he picked up his phone to make the calls, but you could see he was just as affected by the simple kiss as you were. Good to know.

Soon enough you were dressed and heading downstairs, and as you neared the bottom of the stairs you could hear Erik murmuring into his phone, mug of coffee in hand. He winked at you and inclined his head to the half-full coffee pot, to which you pressed a kiss to his cheek as you walked past. And as soon as you had finished pouring yourself a mug of the caffeine lifeblood, Erik ended the call.

“So do you want the good news or the bad news first?” he asked.

You sighed. Of course there was bad news. “Bad news, might as well get it over and done with,”

Erik laughed, rolling his eyes fondly.

“Bad news – we are snowed in. The roads are blocked and it’s still snowing heavily,” Erik said simply, not mincing his words.

Well fuck.

“And the good news?” you winced.

“The good news is that the booking agency already have a snow plough on the way. They have a couple of other cottages higher up so they sent the plough up there first, but it will get to us. We also have a back-up generator here if things get terrible and we do have more than enough food for a few more days,” Erik explained.

Well…that was something at least.

“It could be worse?” you offered.

Erik just grinned. “It could be so much worse. I can’t think of a better way to spend a few days, snowed in with you,”

What a charmer.

“You flatterer. Have you let Gabe know? He’s probably worried,” you pointed out.

Erik huffed a laugh, nodding his agreement. “Yeah I probably should. I’ll grab the duvet and the extra blankets too, so we can camp out down here on the sofas?”

“Sounds like a plan,” you nodded.

Erik smiled widely, displaying that beautiful toothless grin of his, the one that always made you weak at the knees. Snowed in or not, you knew what was on your mind.

“Oh I know that look,” Erik mused, smile turning to a smirk.

You just smiled innocently, shrugging. “Just thinking of all the ways we can…occupy ourselves while we’re snowed in. I’m pretty sure we’ll think of something,”

Erik’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, making you grin. Oh yes, maybe getting snowed in wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#my writing #31 days of december blurbs #erik johnson #erik johnson blurb #erik johnson fic #erik johnson imagine #hockey imagine

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spindlebeforesunset · 3 years

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Pranksters and the Pranked

(because it is April Fools at my place already)

Ace Trappola - prankster

• got their other two roommates to participate in pranking Deuce

• set the room clock 3 hours later than usual

• while the two roommates were "busy preparing for the school day" at 2 am, Ace flicks open the lights and starts turning them on and off and shouts "OI DEUCE WAKE UP, WE'RE LATE"

• he finally yeets a pillow at Deuce's face to wake him up

Deuce Spade - pranked

• a very confused Deuce wakes up, sees that the three of them are already dressed, looks at the clock, and panic dresses himself

• "wheresmyhomeworkwheresmyhomework-"

• only when he runs out in the rose garden does he finally see that, it's still nighttime, no he isn't late, and yes, his sleep was ruined

• trudges back to the dorm room where he finds them all cracking up

• he chucks a pillow at Ace before promptly flopping back on his bed

• with his shoes on (n a s t y)

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Cater Diamond - prankster

• has a plastic cockroach toy in his pocket as he is to serve Riddle tea again on this fine day

• Riddle is having a nice time admiring the roses and often sticks his teacup out for Cater to fill

• while Riddle is inspecting a rose, Cater pours the tea and slips the plastic cockroach inside the teacup as well

• he doesn't change his expression when he hands back the teacup

Riddle Rosehearts - pranked

• Riddle sips the warm tea and feels something solid touching his lips

• he looks down

• immediately drops the teacup starts screaming there's a fucking cockroach in the teacup

• he realizes that Cater is doubled over laughing so he takes the opportunity to whoop Cater's head before storming off

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Trey Clover - pranked

• he's bored and decides to make cookies

• he double checks the chocolate chips bag to ensure that they were not replaced with chocolate covered raisins like what Che'nya did last year

• no raisins, so he shrugs his shoulders that Che'nya had really ran out of ideas after many years

• takes out the ingredients necessary for the cookies and starts to mix the ingredients

• the process is going fine until he cracks an egg

• there's no liquid yolk pouring out

• he looks at the insides and finds that the egg has been fully hardboiled

• "... I should've known better," he sighs

• somewhere in the kitchen, an invisible RSA student laughs

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Ruggie Bucchi - prankster

• gives Leona a package that appears to be from Cheka as there is a letter written in crayon and with childish handwriting

• stands near Leona's bed when he opens it

Leona Kingscholar - pranked

• he doesn't expect anything except maybe a small zebra toy

• but when he shakes the package and heard nothing he immediately thinks it is sus AF

• he glares at Ruggie, but even Ruggie doesn't appear to know anything

• he tears the wrapper, opens the box, and reads the words written ddirectly at the bottom: when will I get paid :(

• "Nice try Ruggie, I'll think about it."

• before he crashes back to his pillow, he sees Ruggie face droop along with his ears

Jack Howl - the only safe one

• by some miracle, the only student in school who did not fall into a prank

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Floyd Leech - prankster

• beware Floyd and his pranks, because he will prank just about anybody

• he started with Azul, sneaking in Azul's bedroom (with the latter still asleep) and replacing Azul's glasses with glasses with lens he colored in black marker

• next, while Jade is in the bathroom, he replaces Jade's usual school tie with one that shifts colour and pattern every hour or so (now, it currently looks like the regular school tie)

• set up buckets full of water in the first year classrooms (Epel was dowsed in one, Sebek too, the last being Grim)

• handed Divus a blank assignment (written in invisible ink), but before Divus can even scold him, he passes the paper near a fire where the answers finally appear where Divus takes it with a huff

Azul Ashengrotto - pranked

• he wakes up and puts on his glasses by the bedside table

• how come he can't see

• it takes his sort of sleepy self two minutes to put two and two together

• instantly groans, knowing that Floyd definitely has his real glasses

Jade Leech - pranked

• he puts on his tie as he normally would and walks out the room

• when Ruggie asks him why his tie looked so funky in the middle of the day, he takes it off and finds that it has a silly banana pattern

• facepalms

• h a r d

• that he walked around with who-knows-a-probably-weirder-pattern around the school

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Kalim Al-Asim - prankster & pranked

• harmlessly pranked by Jamil when he believed the milk was coconut juice (was kinda disappointed though)

• has slapped whoopee cushions everywhere underneath all the seats in Scarabia just for the heck of it to the chagrin of practically everyone

• asks Silver what's up with his blazer because what even is that

Jamil Viper - prankster

• he started with Kalim and the cocount juice

• knew full well that the seats were full of whoopee cushions and avoids sitting on all of them

• managed to trick Grim that he had tuna cans and when he gave Grim one, he excused himself that he had somewhere to go

• he watches hidden behind a pillar as Grim opens the tuna can and finds nothing but sand inside

• has to kick himself to stop his laughter from seeing Grim's disappointed face

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Rook Hunt - prankster

• he was going to prank both Vil and Epel, but after hearing how the latter was dowsed in water for first period, decides to just prank Vil

• slaps cake icing inside an empty and expensive lotion bottle and wraps it with a ribbon

• he runs to Vil in the dormitory after classes and says it was left near his doorstep so tue sender must've mixed the rooms up

• unfortunately, Vil's door is closed on him

Vil Schoenheit - pranked

• after deciding not to scold Epel with the water fiasco, he takes the lotion bottle from Rook and takes it to his room, not seeing the "and I oop" face

• he squirts out a small amount of lotion on his palm and finds that it smells... weirdly fruity

• suspicious now, he rubs it with his palms and (despite all what he knew about beauty products) licks a tiny bit of it to confirm what it was

• blueberry icing

• "... well, it could have been worse."

• ends up tripping where he uses his hands to break the fall and realizes what a big mistake he's made with his sticky palms

• internally groans

Epel Felmier - pranked (can we get an F)

• as soon as he feels his clothes get wet and the bucket land on his head, he knew he was fucked for the whole day and goes through classes with a sheepish expression

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Idia Shroud - pranked

• he decides to go outside and get something from the vending machine for once

• takes one step out and slides on a rug by his doorstep that was never there before

• "This is a warning, so maybe I'll just stay inside as always."

• gets back to his room where Ortho asks if he was just pranked as today was April Fools

• "...yep, I'm staying here the whole day."

• "Brother, no."

• unfortunately, they don't know who set up that rug

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Lilia Vanrouge - prankster

• the only person who can and will prank Malleus Draconia

• he hides a small and cheap speaker at full blast (connected to his phone) inside Malleus' closet the day prior

• plays the end part of In the Hall of the Mountain King in a loop at exactly 3 am and everyone hears it in the halls

• tricks Sebek to believe that his crappily made cake would give whoever ate it additional strength, claiming the recipe was well-known back in his day

• swaps the black coffee powder with powdered chocolate milk just because

• swaps Silver's blazer with a seemingly normal one, but the back reads: If lost, return to Malleus

Malleus Draconia - pranked

• that music is straight up panic inducing and hurries to find it

• ends up finding it half an hour and yeets it out the window because he can't turn it off

• he's annoyed but goes back to sleep

• is huffy that he can't have coffee

• promptly confused why Silver is brought to him near lunch break until he sees what's at Silver's blazer at the back

• "Did he just..."

Sebek Zigvolt - pranked

• additional strength from the cake you say? THE BETTER TO SERVE WAKA-SAMA

• does not see the already facepalming Silver preparing the morning coffee

• takes a mouthful of it and starts chewing it before realizing something was not right

• "Sebek, I didn't think you would actually eat it. I made it bad on purpose."

• now that's a way to add insult to injury

• if he thought his morning was not already humiliating enough, he gets dowsed in water by Floyd's bucket

• him the whole day be like (;*△*;)

Silver

• poor Silver already knew full well of Lilia's antics, yet he still has no way out of it

• he puts on his blazer, not expecting anything wrong

• the powdered milk instead of coffee did annoy him though

• however, when Kalim shoves him to Malleus near lunch, he's shook

• until Kalim tells him to take off his blazer to show the both of them what was embroidered at the back

• "You mean I went out like this?"

• "It appears so," says Malleus

• "Oof," from Kalim

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willowbleedsonpaper · 3 years

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Winter In The Shade XI

Part XI

Sirius Black x Ravenclaw Reader

W.C. : 2769

Requested by @pogueslandia : It is Sirius’ fifth year at Hogwarts, the same year he ran away from home and to the Potter’s. Soon, he discovers the unfamiliar sight of his brother Regulus smiling and looking truly happy, next to him a Ravenclaw girl who immediately captures his interest. What will happen when the Black family gets involved in their sons lives and the ones they hold close to their hearts?

Warnings: None. Let me know if there is something.

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The holidays were over but the cold weather remained. Sitting outside the stairs of the castle entrance, you rubbed your hands together as more snow started falling from the sky. Everything in sight was white and brought you comfort that only the purity of snow could. All one color, cold enough to burn your skin if you played with it for too long, so beautiful yet so dangerous. You were tempted to bury your hand in the small mountain next to your feet.

But the cold hitting your face brought you out of your haze.

“Hey!” you squealed, your voice high from the cold snow sticking to your cheek. You brought your hand up to your face with half a smile as you turned in the direction someone hit you, your smile full once you saw your attacker.

“You were almost drooling over the snow there.” Sirius said with a grin “Thought maybe I would give you what you wanted.”

“Not funny.” you told him, sticking out your tongue in his direction as you cleaned the melted snow with your sleeve.

“Your face says otherwise.” he pointed towards you, your smile permanent on your face as he walked closer “Besides, I think James and Peter found it hilarious.” he said, his hand rising over your shoulder and behind your back.

“Oh yeah, I bet this is all really amusing for them.” you laughed, waving a hand in their direction as Remus was the only one to wave back, the other two still laughing. You could swear they put something in their food, they always had smiles on their faces and life wasn’t that funny. At least not yours.

You patted Sirius in the arm, capturing his attention immediately “Watch this.” you said, pulling your wand out of your pocket with the most discreet movement. You pointed towards the small mountain of snow where you sat before, murmuring the spell under your breath as it slowly levitated from the ground. You had your entire focus on the spell, your face contorted with concentration as you moved the snow in the air, missing the amazement in Sirius’ face as his eyes gleamed with awe. The snow carefully flowed above the heads of James and Peter, the small flakes you couldn’t keep in the air falling right over Remus’ hair, his grin wide as he saw you, he took a careful step back just right before the snow fell.

Their screams filled the entire courtyard, the two boys buried as their faces emerged from the snow. They looked everywhere, confused faces taking glances at every voice that filled the courtyard with no luck. No one pranked the pranksters, but Sirius had taken hold of your shoulders in time to turn you and make it look like you had been talking all along.

“Thanks.” you giggled, moving your hair out of your face.

“They’ll get you for that once they found out it was you.” he warned, his smile never leaving his face.

“You’re telling them?” you asked, fake hurt filling your face as you placed a hand over your chest “Here I thought we were friends.”

His eyes widened in surprise, his smile falling slightly for a more genuine one “Are we now?” he asked with some amusement.

“Y/N.” you closed your mouth as soon as you heard your name being called, hiding your blush by turning in their direction with a tight smile “The train just got here.” they told you with a smile, continuing their way inside the castle as you turned to Sirius.

“I have to go.” you whispered to him, squeezing his hand once in response to his nod. You didn’t wait to hear if he said anything, knowing you would be fighting yourself to stay or start running towards the station.

And Sirius watched you go, a smile on his face as he turned back to his friends. They were all getting the snow off their heads, murmuring about their secret prankster “We’ll get ‘em. Just wait.” said James with a glint in his eyes.

Remus was the first to notice Sirius, looking over his shoulder to find you nowhere in sight “Where did she go to?” he asked, helping Peter to his feet.

Sirius shrugged his shoulders, taking one look back before he murmured “Regulus just got back.”

*******

You were running to the station, footprints left on the snow every step you took. Once there it was a sea of people, standing on your tiptoes to find black hair and storm grey eyes. He shouldn’t be that difficult to find, he was tall and had a posture that screamed to be seen. Still you couldn’t find him.

You avoided all the people standing there. Some collected their belongings, others greeted their friends with hugs and pats on the back, some walked in the opposite direction you were headed. And at last, on the last door on the far end of the train you saw him, suitcase in hand as he closed the door behind him.

You didn’t wait for him to see you, didn’t stop to yell his name or to announce yourself. You just ran.

Your body clashed against his as you wrapped your arms around his neck, only his fast reflexes as a seeker in the quidditch team allowing him to properly catch you without tumbling to the floor.

Your laugh was a melody to his ears, his arm tightening around you as he realized he was back beside you. “Hello.” he whispered in your side, dropping his suitcase as he hugged you properly, his arms lifting you the slightest from the ground but enough to make you hold on tight to him.

“Hi.” you whispered back “I missed you.” you said, taking a step back.

“I can tell.” he said, holding onto one of your hands as he looked at you “I missed you too.”

You stared at each other for a moment, taking in the small changes that could have occurred in the few weeks you spent apart. Nothing had changed, really, but you still put up the act to look for something. He saw nothing in you but your usual confidence and light air, you had a smile on your face that lightened the weight in his heart and that’s really all he needed. You saw him like it was the first time, all those months ago in the library when you bumped into him. He stood tall and with a perfect look on his face, but you could still see through him, now more than before, and he had something to him that wasn’t right. You suspected he was tired from the train and all he needed was a good night of sleep.

“C'mon,” you tugged on his hand, circling your arm around his as you both started to walk, “Hogwarts is not the same without you.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t answer all of your letters.” he said suddenly, his eyes looking straight ahead “But for someone who was completely bored and had nothing to do, you did write a lot. Every day in fact,” he said, looking at you with a small smile “Multiple times a day, I would say.”

You gasped loudly as you turned to look at him “I did not.” you defended yourself “It was just a couple of letters, besides, that was at first.”

“Right, your letters did lower in number by the end. You found something to do?” he asked.

Yeah, I spent time with your brother and his friends, that's all. Oh, how’s that knife in your back? Your stomach turned at the feeling, guilt rising up your throat as you only managed a nervous laugh “I made some friends.”

*******

“Where are you off to?”

It had been some peaceful days but now that classes had started again, you had to go back to the fast pace of life as a student. You barely had time to be with Regulus and the fact that you had some classes apart suddenly appeared in your head as you saw the books and notes he held on his arm.

“I’ll probably just head back to the common room.” you said with a shrug “I have some reading to do and Félix needs some help.”

He raised his eyebrows, nodding his head as he looked back momentarily, lingering on a group of people walking just behind him “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” he said, not even turning back as his feet started to carry him away.

“Reg!” you called, taking his wrist in yours to stop him.

He looked down to your hand, his eyes finding yours with a frown as he stared. He said nothing.

“Are you okay?” you asked, letting go of his hand.

His eyes softened “Of course,” he said with a nod “I’m just late.”

You pursed your lips in a thin line but said nothing, nodding in his direction as he ran off. You walked in the opposite direction, your thoughts the only company you had as they circled you with no end, no rest.

Sirius’ words had been a constant echo inside your head for the last couple of days, the Regulus he knew a completely different person from the one you had come to call a friend, a part of your family. It left you restless at night to think that maybe you didn’t know Regulus as well as you thought, that maybe he showed you what you wanted to see in a friend. Then why didn’t he have more friends? Deep down you knew you were overthinking it, that Sirius had a perspective from his brother and a family scenario, not the one you had of a friend. But still it scared you, to think Regulus could be what Sirius described, what he thought Regulus was. You didn’t want to fall for his words and believe it without having tangible proof but it was undeniable that Regulus wasn’t the same person that left right after the Christmas party. He had changed, and you couldn’t tell if it was for the better.

It also didn’t help that the guilt aching inside of you was a constant reminder of you lying to Regulus. You knew you two had classes apart, you knew he had some sort of thing you knew nothing about late in the day and that you didn’t see him until the next day. You took the opportunity to meet with your new friend.

You sat on the side of the hall, the small bench cold to the touch. You waited a couple of minutes before his footsteps echoed the walls, his uniform made a mess as you lifted your gaze to him.

“Is there a tornado in the school that I need to know about?” you asked, sitting straight as you took a good look at him. His tie was undone, his shirt untucked and trying to escape the confines of his sweater. His hair was messy, hands running through it too many times to make it somewhat neater.

“No but that is a good idea,” he said, flopping down next to you on the bench. “I’ll talk to Moony about it.”

“I swear the day you explain those nicknames will be the day my soul rests.” you huffed.

“Not happening.” he sang in a mocking manner, turning to you with a pout “I apologize for your troubled life.”

You let out a groan, the curiosity killing you since the first moment you ever heard them talking amongst themselves.

“I’ll figure it out myself if I have to.”

“I really doubt it but you can try.” he said with a smile, letting out a sigh as he rested his head against the wall.

You enjoyed the silence for a moment, the peace too precious to break it. But when it became too quiet you turned to him with a questioning look.

“Are you asleep?” you asked, poking his arm.

“Nope.” he said, popping one eye open “Never better, actually.”

“You’re too calm, it’s concerning.” you told him.

He raised an eyebrow but said nothing, just chuckling as he rested his head against the wall once more.

You observed him carefully, he stifled a yawn but in the end it came out stronger, stretching his arms as his body let go of some tension. “You’re falling asleep.”

“I am not.” he fought back. He wasn’t even convincing himself.

You shook your head and jumped to your feet, taking his hands as you pulled him up. He stared down at you, the trust you had in him still amazing him after he just opened up to you and you did the same. You had stopped running from him.

“I’ll walk you to your common room.” you told him “Clearly, you do run out of energy.”

“That’s insulting.” he said, pointing a finger at you but following you anyway.

“For you, it’s a relief for me.” you said, walking the halls of Hogwarts in comfortable chatter. “What am I supposed to do with you when you’re full of energy?”

Sirius had some comments to add but he reserved them for himself, pointing the more obvious “You say that as if you were to spend time with me everyday.”

You widen your eyes, glancing at him with full shock at your own words. Maybe he wasn’t the only one tired. But he looked relaxed, a playful smile on his face. “Well,” you started, never noticing he had stopped “you never know, what if…”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence when he was beside you, sushing you as he pulled you behind a wall. He lifted a finger to his lips, looking around the corner and over your head “Someone’s coming.” he whispered, and you stiffened.

Was it that late? It couldn’t be that late for you to get in trouble for being outside. But then it hit you, the voice running along the walls as you closed your hands in fists.

“What about it?” Regulus asked, his voice unmistakable now that he grew closer to where you and Sirius hid. Sirius pulled you closer to him, trying to get you to walk in the opposite direction. And you would have.

“We don’t don’t want anyone thinking they are above their place, Black.” said an unknown voice, but that had no relevance to you.

You stayed put in your place, feet glued to the ground as the words reached your ears. Nothing could move you, Sirius’ words were a murmur in the background, his tugs in your hand a breeze you could barely feel.

“No one will think that.” they had stopped, their voices put and not growing any closer “Can you make sure it stays that way, Malfoy?” Regulus said the name with disdain and you couldn’t see him, but you were sure he just had lifted his chin, his face completely neutral as he stared down this Malfoy person.

“Y/N, we have to go.” Sirius said, his eyes begging but you shook your head. Standing flat on the wall, he had nowhere to go but beside you, placing his body right next to yours as he held your hand to try and convince you to leave with no avail.

“We all know who the problem is here.” said Malfoy again, a step echoing the hall as there was no other sound “Your little Ravenclaw friend is getting too confident.”

Your heart stopped at that moment, Sirius putting up a silent fight again for you two to leave. You let go of his hand as you turned your body completely to the sound of Regulus’ voice, your back at Sirius.

“She isn’t a problem.” he said, your eyes wildly looking for something to see that wasn't’ a stone wall.

“Y/N, isn't she?” Malfoy said “Ravenclaw, same year as you.”

“Not. A. Problem.” Regulus said again, and then your heart broke.

“She’s a half-blood. She’s pure enough.”

Silence filled the hallway, Sirius hand back on yours as he prevented you from making a sound.

“If you’re sure.” Malfoy said, and his footsteps faded in the opposite direction.

A small sigh could be heard from where you stood, your tear filled eyes dried up in an instant as he began to move, Regulus barely visible from where you hid. But you had no place to hide a broken heart.

Your own footsteps echoed the hallway as you stepped out of your hiding spot, Sirius cursing under his breath as you stood in the middle of the hallway.

“Reg?” you called.

His body froze mid step, and then he turned around.

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frombeyondtheblackhole · 3 years

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Hermit DSMP Swap AU: Part 4

... Skeppies- not in his house... he was in his mansion. Now he is in a mine. That’s not normal, or shouldn't be normal. Who knows what’s normal really. “I reject normal,” He muttered to himself before turning and yelling down the mineshaft “Baaaaaad... Very funny Bad!” He started back down the mine shaft, Bad had to be hiding around a corner up here somewhere. “How did you do it?... Bad?” No response “Bad! Stop hiding already, I know you’re there.”

Wait, what was this. Skeppy stopped and squinted at the mineshaft walls. He’s a literal diamond, Skeppy knows a thing or two about rocks, and this was a rock he had never seen before. The whole wall was made up of large patches of this dark scaly stone. He knocked his knuckles against it, his diamond skin barely scratching it. “What the hell?” He said and was disappointed when Bad didn't interrupt with his typical ‘language.’ This gave him an idea. He cursed louder. Still silence. Skeppy frowned. Maybe Bad really wasn’t there.

“Well, I'm leaving now. Last chance.” Still nothing. There was a sinking feeling in Skeppy’s chest. Bad wasn’t there. If this wasn’t a prank then what was this. Skeppy hurried down the mineshaft wasting no time in finding the ladder and climbing out into the sunlight. He exited the little house at the top only glancing back down the mine shaft once through the glass floor. He came out on the edge of a bay, mountains and trees behind him. There was some dirt scaffolding laid out in a massive square across the water, and a nether portal and some chests could be seen on a tiny island in the distance.

He blinked at it for a minute and then Skeppy did what he always did when he didn’t know what to do. He started yelling.

“Hey yooo! Anyone, there!? Anyone out there?! Hellooooo, I’m talking to you!?” His voice echoed back to him and the water lapped softly against the beach. Skeppy scowled “Well, if you don’t want to be friendly then I’ll just leave. How about that? You hear me? I’m leaving, never returning. Not coming back.” He shouted for the benefit of any hypothetical hiding onlookers as he marched into the forest and started climbing the hill.

The forest quickly thinned and the hill became more of a cliff, and soon he was climbing over rocky boulders and through flat patches of blue-green grass with the occasional grazing sheep. He came over the next hill and stopped short. The mountain dropped off in front of him and in the plain below looked to be some kind of a village. He squinted; a collective of houses built around what looked to be some kind of pole.

He heard a bleating sound behind him and turned just as something white with horns rammed into him, knocking him off the cliff and sending him tumbling down the rocky slope, head over heels, till he slid to a stop at the bottom. He looked up at the blue sky and groaned. If he wasn’t a literal rock, he would have been covered in bruises. As it was he still felt like shit.

“Well look at what the goat dropped in.” Someone laughed. Skeppy tilted his head back to look behind him, everything upside down. A man in a red sweater cast his shadow over him.

He smiled and the corners of his eyes creased, his shadow growing as a pair of wings spread slightly behind him “Hey there, you seem new, welcome to Boatem town.”

“Uuuuu... hey there?”

“You just gonna to lie there, buddy?” He laughed again, reaching out a hand.

Skeppy blinked and shook his head rolling over and taking the offered hand as the man helped him up.

“By the way, I’m Grian, whatcha doing out here?”

“Skeppy, and I, with my excellent sense of direction, was exploring and definitely not lost in any way. I know exactly where I am. And I’m definitely not the victim of some unnamed prankster” He said, starting to walk towards the village and looking around. They were behind a big mossy house.

“Oooh, a prank you say, I’ve got to hear this.” Grian said, following. They walked around the house into the village center, a tower of boats hovered in the middle over an ominous pit.

“Naaah it’s boring really,” Skeppy waved his hand dismissively as he stopped near the edge of the Boatem hole and peered over. It went all the way down to bedrock, like L’manburg. “Huh... interesting...”

“Ah, yes. That is the Boatem hole, we're planning on opening it up to the void at some point.” Grian explained.

“The void? Wait, you can do that? That sounds awesome. Imagine the pranks you could pull with that” Skeppy said his curiosity getting the better of his caution.

“I know right, Scar’s already fallen down there several times,”

“Hey Grian, who’s your friend there?” A man with in a maroon coat and a tinny hat said coming over. When he came closer Skeppy noticed a long scar running diagonally across his nose and face.

“Hey Scar! Speak of the devil,” Grian called out to the aptly named man. “This is Skeppy, he’s absolutely not lost.” Grian quipped, smiling, his voice full of sarcasm.

“You’re lost you say,” Scar said his voice full of all the honey of a car salesman. Skeppy would know, he used the same honeyed tone when trying to talk Bad or Techno into something that probably wasn’t going to end all that well for them but would be absolutely hilarious to watch.

“Not lost,” Skeppy quickly corrected.

“Well even those who aren’t lost are trying to get somewhere. I’m sure you wouldn’t object to us sharing a shortcut or too.”

This man was good. Skeppy didn’t want to look too desperate though. Just add a bit of hesitation sprinkled with some skepticism, that should do it “Well... I suppose a shortcut sounds like a good idea. I am heading for the Badlands, know a faster way to get there?”

Skeppy was met with vacant looks, the car salesman gone. “Actually I have no idea where that is,” Scar shrugged sheepishly “How about you Grian,”

Grian shook his head “Nope... now that I think about it, how did you get on the server anyway,”

“Um... I... I think, I think I just spawned... It’s hard to remember honestly, it’s been so long.” Skeppy frowned at the strange question.

Grian and Scare glanced at each other in shock. New players weren't born, they were spawned, but it was very rare for players to spawn for the first time in a community server. Usually they spawned in a private server and then moved into a community when they found one that worked for them.

“Oh!” Skeppies eyes went wide with realization then horror. If a diamond could blanch, Skeppy was the closest thing to that. “...This isn’t the Dream SMP, is it?”

“Oh dear...” Grian Muttered, “That’s not good.”

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TFC had been mining. Now he was standing in the middle of a quartz building. That wasn’t normal. His connection to the server had always been a bit glitchy. Maybe this was just another instance of server glitch. He had been frozen in place for days, lagged out, and even defended. Teleportation could just be added to that list. And it wasn’t all that bad, it’s not like it dumped him in the middle of the ocean or lava. As it was, it seemed like he was in someone's starter base.

He walked down the stairs and out the glass front doors. There were pools of water to either side of a walkway and the yard was cluttered with large colorful statues. A muffin, a duck. Goodness the hermits were already at it with the pranks this season.

He walked around the statues and came to the front gate of the grounds. A long wooden path lead off in one direction, and wrapped around behind the mansion in the other. A large red multi story building loomed in the distance. The hermits really had gotten busy.

It was always nice to see what other people were making but he needed to get back to his mine. He took the path following it around the back of the mansion. The path dropped off suddenly. He jumped down and landed with a grunt before taking some bread out of his pocket and munching on it as he rounded the corner of the quartz building's foundation.

He faltered as his eyes fell on a massive blackstone building looming out of the sea, two imposing lava infused towers book ending the walls at either side... And he had thought the Red build had been big for early game. This was definitely too big for early game... even by hermit standards.

He slowly walked closer. Beyond the Quartz house was mostly just an open field until it reached the water. As he got closer he noticed his pickaxe suddenly become unnaturally heavy. It felt strangely like Mining Fatigue. What would a Guardian be doing out here? He returned his pick to his inventory. TFC had seen a lot of things in his time, and this thing felt off.

“Pst..”

TFC jumped and looked around for the source of the noise.

“Over here,”

Now he noticed the footprints in the ground and a floating potion bottle. That sounded like Etho.

“Etho?” TFC queried.

“Yeah, it’s me. Here drink this, I can explain later,” Etho said, shoving the potion into TFC’s work calloused hands.

TFC looked down at the bottle of bubbling silver liquid for a moment before uncorking it and downing the liquid. He trusted the young man with his life.

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Sam started up from his chair in the dark room where he had been flipping through the prison's security camera feeds, lit only by the glow of the computer screens. He expanded the outside front camera feed to full screen and rewound the feed. A strange old man he had never seen before slowly approached the beach by the prison then just disappeared. Who the hell was that and why did he take an invis potion.

Sam scowled. “Not on my watch,” he muttered, summoning his trident from his inventory and marching for the exit.

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thesevro · 3 years

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midnight call / itadori y.

itadori yuji x reader angst word count: 1.5K words

A/N: we all know the country [s]pain. yes. the one without an s. all jjk stans live there. and if you don’t, yet, then you soon will, you happy-go-lucky hoe.

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PARIS IS NOT as beautiful as it should be.

Just this morning you had picked roses from a flower orchard wide as two football fields, and bought lemons bright as the sun from a smiling street vendor. Just this afternoon you had skipped along cobbled streets, with the blooming bud of a flower tucked behind your ear as you clopped along the stone with jumping heels.

The city just feels too much like him.

You sit atop the edge of a stone balcony overlooking entire mountains of green. The forests below you have dimmed in color with the setting sun and are as dark as the thoughts that swirl through your mind.

Your feet swing into the air. You could swing right off the balcony yourself, body and all. It would mean freedom. Whether or not you could save yourself with the power that lies inside you would be your own choice. Something you, on your own, would finally be able to have full control of.

The air is crisp as ice. You wonder how it is you'll be able to live while knowing he no longer breathes at all.

You stand from the ledge. Hop down from the old, time-worn stone to head back into the small loft the school rented out for you as a transient place of sojourn for this mission.

It smells of books and worn wood as you step inside. The thick scent of yellowed, moth-torn pages spills from a bookshelf standing by an old sofa that lies spread out in the space between your tiny kitchen and living room.

You plop down onto the sofa without bothering to turn the lights on. You try to remember his smile as your eyes close. The only one you can think of is the last one he gave you as he died. The last one you ever had the chance to kiss from his lips.

"Stupid, stupid Sukuna," you whisper, hiding your wet eyes from no one with an arm over your face. "That stupid motherfucker. Hope he was blown to fucking hell."

You sigh out a quiet sob. It feels as if someone shoved shards of glass into your throat and forced you to swallow. His name lives in your mind, along with the rest of him.

A loud buzz vibrates from your kitchen counter. You wipe your tears with numb fingers and stand to grab your phone. Your eyes ache from the darkness as you stare at the bright screen, trying to make out the letters glowing there.

You read the caller ID again. Your eyes widen. The phone rings with more urgency. Your knees nearly buckle beneath you from the shock.

"Who...?" you whisper.

You fall back into the counter as shock spreads through each of your nerves. Your chest throbs. Your heart aches and pounds. Through the darkness you see your hands shake with their hold on the phone.

You swallow. Get a grip of yourself once more, and firmly settle on the notion that it must be some random prankster trying to get ahold of one of Yuji's family members. It can't be him. It could never be him. You had to see him die. Had to watch him bleed out while you held him in your arms and cleaned the dirt from his face. Had to struggle against Megumi as he tried to pull you away from Yuji's lifeless body. Had to dream of the hole in his chest and the way he would never hold you again for days and weeks on end.

With a deep breath that rattles your bones, you press answer, then raise the phone to your ear.

"...Hello—?"

"(Y/N)," gasps a voice from the phone. "Baby. God, I missed your voice."

You drop the phone. It falls and lands on the floor with a sharp crack, but does not break. Yuji's voice erupts with panic.

"(Y/N)?! Are you okay? I'm sorry! Did I startle you? I'm so sorry, are you—"

"Yuji?" you cry out with both hands clutching the phone as you press it to your ear. You sit with both knees on the floor. The shock has left you nerveless. "Yuji, is that you?"

"(Y/N)," he says. "I'm so sorry. Did I startle you? I just wanted to—"

"Turn your fucking camera on," you order in a shaky voice, but you snap your words with such venom they sound sharp to even your ears. "Turn it on. If you're a fucking prank caller, I'll—I'll fucking kill you."

"No! No, (Y/N), it's me, see?" Yuji tries so hard to calm you. Your phone brightens further. A hesitant smile fills the screen. It is the smile of the boy you love. You face scrunches up, and you sob.

"Yuji!" You rest your forehead on the screen as your body wracks with heaving sobs. "Yuji, you stupid... stupid asshole..."

Yuji's insides clench at the sounds of pain that ring in his ears. His eyes go misty and he almost kisses his phone. If only he could hold you. If only you already knew the truth. If you did then this would have been so much easier.

"Baby," he says. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

His chest aches. The wraith of your touch slips along his fingers. His hands tremble. He doesn't want to close his eyes, but since he left you every time his eyes fall shut he feels your touch, hears you laugh, sees your smile. He can see you now but he feels none of the touches you used to give him.

"What the hell happened?" you ask from your end of the line in a sorrowful voice. "How the hell are you alive?"

"I think I'm not supposed to" —Apprehension nearly silences him but he pushes on— "Well, something... I just remember waking up, and I was on this metal inspection table, and Ieri-san was about to cut me up, or something, and then Gojo-sensei was there, and so was Ijichi, and—so many things happened. But... I don't know how I'm alive. I think... Sukuna brought us back."

"That bastard," you mutter to yourself. "That fucking bastard, he—"

"Baby," Yuji begs. "Please, please don't be mad. I don't want you to be mad."

"But he—he—fuck. Okay. Okay, Yuji." You open your eyes to look at him and almost hack out another fit of sobs. "Okay."

"Yeah?" His face hovers only two inches away from the screen. He can barely see you. "Are you okay, baby?"

He brings his head closer to the screen. The bare, weak light of your phone does nothing to reduce the shadows hanging over your features. Exhaustion lines your eyes, turns your mouth downward. He wants to cradle you in his arms and put you to sleep like he would all those nights ago. So he cradles you with his words as he provides you with the best explanation he can offer, regardless of how everyone else told him to keep his mouth shut.

"You okay, (Y/N)?" he asks again when he's finished. He appraises you with worry.

"No," you reply to him, sniffing quietly. You wipe your nose on your sleeve. "Of course not. I had to watch you die. I believed you were dead and had to beat myself into accepting the fact that you would never come back. I had to listen while Gojo-sensei told me they wouldn't be able to bury your body properly because they had to examine you like you were only some part of a stupid science experiment and not the sorcerer who was able to save the lives of millions. That that was all you were, and that you were never the first boy I have ever loved." Your face pinches as you hold back another flood of tears. "And I miss you, Yuji. I miss you so much."

With this, he breaks.

"I miss you, too," he says with his head on the phone. "And I'm so sorry. Even I don't understand what the hell happened." He raises his eyes as he says this. Wants you to know everything he says is the absolute, hard and solid truth. "So many fucked-up things happened. But that doesn't matter shit to me. I just want to see you. Just want to hug you and kiss you, and smell your hair."

"Ew." Your laugh is feeble, but it's there. It's genuine. "Okay, you sappy weirdo."

"But I do. I really do." He kisses the phone. You see and hear it and your laugh becomes a little louder. Yuji smiles so big it hurts. "I want to see you so bad."

"Then make sure you don't go dying on us next time, dumbass," you say, without the slightest hint of spite. It is his turn to laugh. It's a beautiful sound. In an unconscious movement you hold the phone closer to your ear to savor what his happiness sounds like. It is something you haven't heard in a long, long time.

"Of course, (Y/N)." Yuji looks out his window. Smiles at the same sky you live under. "I'll never hurt you like this again, because I love you. So much."

"A lot?"

"Too much." He grates out a laugh. "Always."

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purplerose244 · 3 years

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My thoughts on Seabound!!! 🌊🌊🌊 (3/4)

SPOILERS ALERT!!!

Yep yep yep, I'm liking this season a lot! 😍 Although I hope we'll get into a more frantic situation now, like with more battles and more bonding moments (Nya and Maya hopefully, but with Bentho too 🦈🦈🦈)! We got half a season to go, I'M READY!! 😎😎

Alright, here we go!

GENERAL THOUGHTS

I do like the season a lot, maybe MoM was a little more cohesive? Idk but it's not a big complain, I still love it so far 😍

Also maybe I would've liked more interactions between Nya and Maya about how they've been apart for so long, they had a chit chat but I would've loved even more. Maybe with Nya saying that it was fine and she grew up only to realize she is still hurt by that, even though it wasn't Maya's fault. I still like how they did it, I wished there was more that's it 🤷‍♀️

While I do make sense to Maya's behavior, that while it seems a little different from Hands of Time it had its logic in my opinion, maybe Ray feels a little weird? He seems less courageous than before, and it was established that he is a hothead like his son so that came off as unusual 🤔🤔

But I do love the fact that he's here and he's bonding with his son, for real, I've been waiting for this for so long so I'm happy nonetheless 🤩

Maybe I'm just easy to please and I take all I can get idk 😅

THE STORM AMULET

Oh, are we gonna address the wind element? It feels like we haven't really seen a Morro reference since Hands of Time, that would be cool! 😍 I mean, why even mentioning the wind then 😅😅

Well what do you know, they tracked them, who saw that coming?... me, I saw that coming... we all did probably 🤷‍♀️

Jay took upon himself making a quick recap on how Ninjago will be destroyed this time, thanks Bluebell 👌

Yep nyeheh electricity makes Nya go crazy for sure ❤💙 ... wait it wasn't a Jaya pun?

Jay wear your seatbelt please, you risk you life enough 😅😅 Pff lol "are we there yet" and they are actually there, biggest plot twist I've ever heard of 😂

LEGO HUG 💜💜💜

And with someone who might as well join the League of Jay apparently 💙

I liked The Island yet it was not as exciting as I hoped for, but now understand the meaning of it. The ninja helped the keepers and they are all allies. Without The Island the moment where Mammatus gives Nya the amulet wouldn't be as meaningful

Is it just me or Nya looked even more gorgeous during that moment?... just me huh? Okay then 😂💕

Wait that's a fake? Wait... UNCLE POWERS?!? OMG THAT I ACTUALLY DIDN'T SEE COMING 🤯

Here I thought he was just messing around, he always makes things harder 😅 Or maybe better? I mean, they kinda missed a bullet on this one...

BENTHO IS SO SWEET AND COOL OMG HE IS ALREADY OUR FRIEND 💙🦈💙🦈

Jay somehow had his own TV show in the past and yet he's got that horrible acting skills wth 😂😂😂

Kalmaar is a very cool villain, like, deeply evil. Not only he's calculated and merciless, he stops at nothing to get what he wants. And the people that get in the way? He wants them to suffer because they had dared to confront him 😳

And yes the voice does help a lot, I'm sorry I'll keep saying it until the season is over 😂 (or even beyond? Please cast Giles again LEGO 🥺🥺🥺)

Awww Nya no my poor girl 😢 Jay wanted to hug her to comfort her he is so sweet my SHIP ❤💙❤💙

MOM PEP TALK MOM PEP TALK!!! 🤩🤩🤩 How cool was it?

Like, this isn't even Maya asking Nya to believe in herself, this is her saying that she KNOWS her daughter can do anything when she puts her mind into it. FINALLY SHE SEES HOW AMAZING WATER GODDESS IS 💜💜💜

MORE LEGO TEARS OMG THIS SEASON IS FILLED WITH TEARS 😱 Which... kinda makes sense considering it's a water based season 😂

Nice one, and now? NOW WE GO BACK TO KAI COLE AND RAY YAS!!! ❤🖤❤🖤

RIDDLE OF THE SPHINX

That is... surprisingly Egypt theme like? It feels like a title coming from the Fire Chapter of season 11... well we got two fire elementals so 😍😍

SPARRING KAI AND RAY

I REPEAT SPARRING KAI AND RAY!!! SPARRING KAI AND RAY!!! ❤❤❤ Lol Ray got old, but how can someone blame him? He did touch death while aging in Hands of Time, I'm just happy he is alive 😂

Yep, master prankster Wu, that's what I love 👌👌 I always thought Wu had become a father figure for Kai at the beginning, so seeing Ray and Wu in the same picture feels very wholesome to me 😚

Ah, uncle Powers, I both love you and hate you so freaking much 😌😌 But you make cool slides nonetheless 😂

ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME WITH BEAUTIFUL SMITH INTERACTIONS??

BECAUSE I LIKE IT KEEP GOING 🤩

Oh no you guys are stranded on an island whatever are you going to do?? It's not like you had already before and managed to survive (Skybound) or you got stranded on a rock in a sea of sand filled with giant monsters (Fire Chapter) or you were on a freaking COMET in SPACE (Rebooted). Yeee, this is the worst yet 🙂

I'm starting to think these ninja are just a bunch of drama queens so no matter what happens, it's always hopeless 😂😂 I feel like I'm kinda right on this one honestly 😛

Whoa whoa WHOA WHO IS NYAD THIS SOUNDS VERY COOL???

Aww I like that, while Ray told his kids stories about dragons and how they traveled through the Underworld, Maya told them about Nya the first water master that could summon whales 💙❤💙❤

Pff imagine if it turned out Nya was the master of fire, carrying a very water based name? Lol

Maya: I would know if it was possible!

Nya: Yeah, like she knows that I can control a bit of ice because it's frozen water

Maya:...

Maya: YOU WHAT

I find both interesting and very annoying that this explorers club thinks so highly of themselves, to the point the deny to aid even the FREAKING SAVIORS OF THEIR FREAKING LAND 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Misako got good reflexes after all, Kai was probably ready to melt this guy's face 😅

Oh, so a trial by Sphinx is a challenge? A mental one? A cultural one? A physical one? Idk but Misako is actually taking charge and that is cool I guess 🤷‍♀️

Okay this is kind of weird, how is Ray so afraid? Is it because there's fire?... did he... did he grow afraid of fire for some reason? Because it feels a bit off for now, but if there is a deeper meaning that could be interesting 🤔

Wait is that the riddle from Decoded? That's fire right?

IT IS FIRE 🔥🔥🔥

Lol at least in this one Kai wasn't completely ignored 😂 I know my flame babe isn't the most rational person, but I do like that it was an answer connected to his element where he used his head!

Ah Clutch, you really got no backbone 😅 And apparently you're the only explorer who doesn't, dang look at the others go! I'm having a bit more respect for them now 😚

LOOK AT SENSEI GO FINALLY!!! 😍😍 FIGHTING SCENES HECK YES!!!

Kalmaar: I'm your conquerer

Wu: so after skeletons, the serpentine, nindroids, the Stone Army, Chen's army, ghosts, oni, more snakes but on fire and people from a game, that makes you the tenth. Have a free cookie

Kalmaar:...

Wu: you're not special

Is this a little throwback to Possession too? Nya seems to always control better water when she doesn't actually think about it. When her feelings are free, so are her powers 🌊🌊🌊

Also this opens up more possibilities! Creatures connected with other elements might get summoned too! I would love something like that 😍😍

This was NEAT, or maybe I just missed Kai that much ❤ What's next??

PAPERGIRL

ANTONIAAAAAAAA!!!! MY GIRL IS BACK!!! All my girls are back in this season, I'm so happy 😍😍😍 And if she is here, sweet little Nelson has to be around and I cannot wait! Bring in the purple ninja! 💜

Owww Antonia's last day as a papergirl? Nooo why??

She's got a job at the... DAIRY DRAGON??? OMG OMG OMG IT'S THE ICE CREAM PLACE BRAGI TOLD US ABOUT ON TWITTER!!! 🤩🤩🤩 I remember the post, he was asking about names for the place and ice cream flavors. Now I can't wait to see what did he choose 🍦🍦🍦

UNAGAMI BABY HI HONEY!!! 🙋‍♀️ I hope he's doing great 😘😘

This is so cool honestly, Antonia got her own character arc going on! Living in a chaotic city like Ninjago City must be pretty dang exhausting 😅

Was... was that Dareth in the garbage can? Am I wrong? Poor brown ninja 😅🤎😅

SPINJITZU SWIRL, BANANAKHAN, ORANGE SERPENTINE, I'M DYING 😂😂😂

Their friendship is so wholesome, I'm so happy they are still together no matter what happens 💕

I thought Kalmaar wasn't much of a fighter but DANG he's got skills! Also the fact that he uses tentacles makes the fight very cool to watch! 😚😚

RAY RUNNING IN AFTER KAI GOT HURT HECK YES ❤❤❤

Well at least you tried Ray 😅

Ah, little cameo of the original Weekend Whip, always nice to hear it again... AND DO THE WEEKEND WHIP!!! 🌪🌪🌪

EVEN NELSON GOT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I'M SO PROUD 💜

I don't even know what is cooler, the kids being mad lads on their bikes, Kalmaar driving a TRUCK or Kai going full parkour on the buildings to follow them 🤯

I'm sorry... am I the only one that during the Kai and Kalmaar talk kinda thought of Jestro and Clay? I miss my boys from NK, they're even more at odds now 😭😭

KAI YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE OR EVEN TRY TO DIE GET BACK HERE AT ONCE 😱😱

Kalmaar just loves to make everyone feel inferior, gotta be his hobby 😶

Oh good Kai is back

OH NOT GOOD KAI IS NOT BREATHING?!? FLAME BABE I TOLD YOU YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE 😱😱😱

Antonia, Nelson, you guys are now my heroes. You saved my fave, I'll be forever in dept with you ❤❤❤ Am I being overdramatic? Most likely, but Kai is one of the few that didn't almost die or did die in a dramatic situation and he is also my absolute favorite character so that... kinda keeps my sanity in check in this show 🥴

I wonder... does he still not know how to swim? He saved Lloyd in Possession but I wonder if he was only trying to float on the surface... THAT'S TERRIFYING

This episode was so adorable, I love Antonia and Nelson so much 💜💕💜💕 It's nice to see what the other people of Ninjago do while everything goes mad 🤣

Wait hang on my Ninjajan is a little rusty

"Ninjago City. City that never sleeps" well if that ain't the truth 😂

MASTER OF THE SEA

Like Master of the Mountain? Wait are we going back to Shintaro?? VANYA?? ANOTHER BEST GIRL RETURNS??? 💛

Hey hey hey, we got a full Nyad backstory! I really like when they do these little drawn shots, they feel more like legends! And... the ending sounds terrifying? Like, they wouldn't let Nya sacrifice herself and die... again... right? 😱

Bentho: and the world was in balance, until now because of my brother

Lloyd: and the Overlord before of course

Bentho: the what now?

Lloyd: the evil one my grandpa the first Spinjitzu Master fought?

Bentho: YOUR WHAT NOW

Why do I like this offscreen "hiiiyaaa" that sensei Wu does before actually going into the scene? 😂😂

No matter if they come from the underground or the sea, these are all snake-like creature with the same intellect 😅 Kalmaar and Garmadon would have a lot to talk about, sea king dealing with his minions does remind me of Lord Garmadon in season 2 a lot 😂😂

KAI AND RAY FIGHTING TOGETHER KAI AND RAY FIGHTING TOGETHER ❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤

OMG Kalmaar is such a brat and petty villain I love him so much 😂😂😂 Yes I didn't even mention his amazing voice!... AH DANG IT 😳😳

*Misako kicks Kalmaar and is actually useful* 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️

*Misako gets taken as hostage immediately after* 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

KAI LITERALLY JUST GOT SAVED FROM DROWNING WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO HIM!!!... and Ray and Cole and Wu of course, I care okay 😅

OMG that face 🤣🤣🤣

That some meme material right there

Whoa Vincent that voice just got super up when the Unsinkable showed up, it kinda sounded like Jay's lol

NO NOT BENTHO!!! 😢😢😢

Kai: Nya talks to whales now? (I snorted so hard at this 😂😂)

HECK YES NYA GOT THE AMULET!! 😍😍😍 ... we got, like, four more episodes to go so something needs to happen in between... do I need to be scared? I feel like I need to be scared 😅

Jay starting a fire then blaming Kai?... this is so in character I got chills 😂😂

SHARK BOY IS STAYING TO THE MONASTERY THIS IS SO PRECIOUS!!! 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 I want all the shenanigans and we need to write fanfictions about more shenanigans and AAAAHHHHH 🦈🦈🦈

Bless these two fire idiots

They own my heart ❤🔥❤🔥 Also Vincent, this is supposed to be a fun little gag moment, your amazing voice acting is kinda distracting me 😭😭😭

ANOTHER LEGO HUG

YOU GUYS ARE SPOILING ME OVER HERE HECK YES 💙🌊💙🌊

Maya learned that her daughter is capable of everything, I love that. Nya simply understood that she doesn't have to give up when something gets difficult. She is AMAZING and can do anything she puts her mind into. She simply has to hold on until the end 💪💪💪

Omg Benthomaar playing billiard with the guys I already love this 😍😍

YES IT IS SHINTARO!!! THE UPPLY ARE HERE OMG!!! HI VANYA YOU LOOK AMAZING GIRL MISS YOU I HOPE YOU'RE DOING OKAY!!! 💛💛💛 ... I just really like Master of the Mountain okay 😅

I love how Vanya doesn't even question it. It comes from Cole and he said it needs to be protected? Done and done 👌

Wait what, did something fall?

IS THAT THE FAKE?!?!? WHAT HOW WHEN??? UNCLE POWERS??? OR KALMAAR DID SOMETHING??? SOMEONE??? I'M LEGIT CONFUSED AND EXCITED??? 🤯🤯🤯

Well dang, I didn't see that coming, now what Seabound? What do you have for me?

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Sy’s Helsmits Masterpost

Figured it would be handy to have a list of all of my Helsmits, not just for y’all, but for me as well! Feel free to send asks about these guys, and check out this series on Ao3 for fics involving them. Not every Hermit is present yet--this list will be updated when/if new Helsmits are added. Some entries are much less detailed than others and that’s because I got lazy, sorry.

Evil Xisuma // Caesar Tag: #Caesarvoid

Nicknamed as such because he’s the ‘leader’ of Helscraft and everybody hates him (and later because he was banned on the Ides of March). This nickname is barely used--he prefers to be known as Evil Xisuma, though after being stuck in Hermitcraft for a while and going through a bit of a redemption arc (the devil went down to georgia on Ao3, may or may not be continued but the events are canon to the timeline), he does adopt it as his proper name to avoid confusion. Caesar is obsessed with taking over Hermitcraft and getting rid of their Xisuma so that he can be the only one. His base, when he finally arrives in Helscraft Season 7, is in a ravine.

Evil Scar // Harvey, BadTimes Tag: #Harvey BadTimes

Originally nicknamed BadTimesWithScar, ‘Harvey’ was a nickname that sprung out of too many stupid pronunciations of ‘Scar’ (Rye said ‘Scarvey’, Trip suggested ‘Harvey’, and it stuck). He’s an ender dragon hybrid and second of the three Hermitcraft-obsessed Helsmits. He was originally more mild-mannered, but after his first encounter with his Hermitcraft counterpart went sour, he’s sworn to tear up everything Scar holds dear. Harvey has a furious rivalry with Buck, which escalated after Harvey was accidentally responsible for Trip losing an eye (upside-down and backwards on Ao3). His base is a volcano with a fortress on the inside, inspired by the home of Smaug in The Hobbit.

Evil Welsknight // Bruce, Helsknight Tag: #Bruce Helsknight

Technically named after Robert the Bruce, his nickname was chosen for him by the other Helsmits because they thought Helsknight was silly (and also got confusing with them all being from Helscraft). He’s third on the hierarchy of ‘obsessed with Hermitcraft’ after Caesar and Harvey, though is less focused on taking over Hermitcraft and getting rid of his counterpart and more on being as much of an inconvenience to Wels as possible. He mostly keeps to himself in Helscraft, too focused on his work with portals, and he’s a bit of a dork and the epitome of ‘you did the work wrong but somehow got the right answer’. He’s semi-allied with some of the other Helsmits, though mostly just for redstone components. His base is a Nether-themed castle, complete with lava moat and confusing maze-like layout. He is very jealous of anybody who has magic or hybrid powers, as he does not.

Evil Mumbo // Balderdash Tag: #Balderdash

He chose his own nickname and is rather proud of it. Balderdash is very closely allied with Charleston, with whom he owns BD&C LTD. and all the associated businesses, including their anything-for-hire service Boon Boom. He’s proud, smart, and snarky, and often refuses to admit his own faults. He couldn’t care less about going to Hermitcraft, and even when he and Charlie accidentally end up there (an unexpected encounter on Ao3), they have no desire to take over the server or get rid of their counterparts. His base is an underground ‘city of gold’, themed around ancient architecture, with futuristic laboratories hidden inside.

Evil Tango // Charleston Tek, Charlie Tag: #Charleston Tek

His name was given to him by Spector and initially rejected, but after he realized it could be shortened, he adopted it proudly. Charlie is the other half of BD&C LTD. and partner to Balderdash, with whom he causes an immense amount of problems. He’s argumentative, spiteful, and equally as smart as Balderdash, though they both claim to be the more intelligent one. His weapon of choice is a crossbow loaded with fireworks. His right shoulder and part of his neck and cheek is covered with a burn scar, which he acquired after an accident with one of Balderdash’s machines and a fire charge. Charlie’s base is an early 1900s-themed city, with his main home being inside an animation studio inspired by Bendy and the Ink Machine.

Evil Grian // Rye, Ryan Tag: #Rye

His nickname was forced upon him by Reckless, who thought it was hilarious, and it quickly caught on, despite his protests. A couple of the other Helsmits call him Ryan, but it’s always with a nod and a wink. Rye is a phantom hybrid and a prankster, though most of his jokes involve destroying something or being otherwise mean. He enjoys spreading rumours about the other Helsmits and starting conflicts. Rye’s base is a skyscraper made to look deliberately dark and gloomy, and he often jokes that it’s a cliche supervillain office and plays into that by sometimes forcing the other Helsmits to meet him on the top floor where he does his best Godfather impression.

Evil Cub // Buck Tag: #Buckfan135

Named Buck after a term used for deer, he’s an ender dragon hybrid and close ally to Trip. His base is a viking village with dragon motifs in a tundra biome. He absolutely hates Harvey and will do anything to try to prove that Harvey is up to no good. Buck’s fairly reclusive and cold, but he can be helpful when he wants to be.

Evil Bdubs // Trip Tag: #Btripleo100

He’s missing an eye after spending multiple days trapped in a death loop created by Harvey (upside-down and backwards on Ao3), but that hasn’t put a damper on his upbeat, belligerent personality. He hardly ever sleeps, though, as he’s always faced with nightmares of his repeated death. His base is a medieval-style dungeon which is sometimes used as such by allied Helsmits.

Evil Doc // Spector, The Inspector Tag: #Spectorm77

Spector, short for Inspector, is half-enderman half-machine and has a flair for the dramatic. Everything is a game with Spector, as he’s always agreeable but forces the other Helsmits to complete annoying tasks, riddles, and treasure hunts to gain his full cooperation. Nobody’s quite sure what his base actually is, because it’s hidden behind a maze of glass that has yet to be penetrated by wit or TNT.

Evil Iskall // Fiver Tag: #58Iskall

Once a human on the quest for efficiency, Fiver is now more redstone and metal than flesh and blood. He’s always upgrading himself and never has time for any of the other Helsmits, though he’s tentatively allied with Doug and Spector. His base is a giant laboratory filled with deadly traps and surrounded by a minefield, which is slowly being taken over by plants as the building falls into neglect despite Fiver’s near-constant use of it.

Evil Ren // Doug Tag: #Ramdoug

Part-wolf, part-ram, part-human, Doug’s a living contradiction and revels in it. He’s truly a wolf in sheep’s clothing and swings wildly from being friendly and agreeable to infuriating all the other Helsmits with his destructive and murderous antics. He lives in a snowy mountain biome with a base themed around the fictional planet of Hoth, plus a half-destroyed Death Star built into the base of the mountain for good measure.

Evil Impulse // Reckless Tag: #RecklessSV

Sly, cheeky, resourceful, and self-centred, Reckless can never hold an ally for long, because he’s always stabbing them in the back. His base stretches deep below the ocean in an inverted pyramid, accessible through a controlled whirlpool. Reckless is aptly-named, for despite his claims that all of his plans are premeditated and thought-over, he spends less time thinking and more time double- and triple-crossing the other Helsmits.

Evil Zedaph // Damon Tag: #DamonPlays

Damon lives in a cliffside lair filled to the brim with strange machines and contraptions, accessible only through a series of nonsensical puzzles--though these puzzles are often simply destroyed by the other Helsmits should they need to get in. He’s friends with Doug and Trip and certainly one of the more popular Helsmits, despite his affinity for flinging them into walls with slime block launchers.

Evil Cleo // Effie, Nefertiti Tag: #ZombieEffie

ZombieEffie is a bit of a misnomer--she’s not a zombie, she controls the zombies. Effie is a necromancer, complete with sinister skull mask, and lives in a dark and spooky village filled with hybrid cryptid monstrosities that she’s created. She has a strange friendship with Reckless, though the two are not allies--they betray each other too much to actually do business together, but they respect each other enough to be considered friends.

Evil Stress // Penny, Pensive Tag: #Pensivecreature101

Penny is another reclusive Helsmit, spending most of her time in her sprawling End-themed base. Her name is also incorrect, because though she doesn’t interact with the other Helsmits much, when she does, it always deteriorates into an argument very quickly.

Evil False // Claire, True Tag: #ClaireSymmetry

Claire, or True, is an outstanding entrepreneur and successful business owner, spending most of her time negotiating deals with or between the other Helsmits. Her home is an industrial sky base above the ocean, from which she plots her next ventures. She’s had an alliance with almost every Helsmit at some point, most of them presently as well.

Evil Keralis // Idris Tag: #Idris

Idris is a sour-tempered man, always difficult and annoyed by something-or-other. His base is farm-themed and rightfully so, because he has enough farms there to sustain himself and possibly the entire rest of the server if they had to. He gets along with Buck and Fiver.

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