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purple-plum-petals · 1 year

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may i request sun/moon pining headcannons? (romantic) like them coming to terms with their feelings, them remembering every detail about you, them refusing to let you neglect yourself etc ? thank you! :]

—⊱ Dreaming of Our Future ⊰ || Sun/Moon X Reader Pining Headcanons

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮ Character(s): Daycare Attendant, Sun and Moon (FNaF: Security Breach) Reader Type: Human (Gender-Neutral Pronouns) Warning(s): Nothing! Genre: Headcanons/Scenario, Angst and Fluff (Happy Ending), Romantic Relationship (Friends to Lovers) Word Count: ~1,500 words Request: “may i request sun/moon pining headcannons? (romantic) like them coming to terms with their feelings, them remembering every detail about you, them refusing to let you neglect yourself etc ? thank you! :]” Author’s Note: But of course! These two are some of my favorite characters ever and I love being able to write more about them! I might have repeated myself in this ask since I’ve written a few things about Sun/Moon falling in love before, but the other asks were just never specifically pining headcanons. It also ended up being a bit more angsty since I had to look up what pining was because I needed a definition refresher, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! I’ve been having writer’s block recently due to a mixture of stress and no motivation, so I hope these aren’t too bad haha.

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☀️: Sun comes to the realization that he’s in love with you very quickly. He’s the type of person bot that will become very attached to you if you show him even the slightest amount of positive attention, something which eventually snowballs into a full-blown crush. He accepts his feelings towards you, but he doesn’t do anything to actively pursue you. After all, you’re a human and he’s a robot – you’re both very different from each other in a lot of ways, such as your statuses and the fact that he can never leave the confines of the Pizzaplex. You two would never be able to have a “normal” relationship.

☀️: Sun is just happy to be able to be by your side whenever you decide to spend your time with him, drawing together and talking about how your separate days went after all the children have been picked up. You always have quite eventful days at work, and he isn’t quite sure how you manage to handle it all; you’re truly an inspiration! Sun loves listening to you talk about anything and everything, but he especially loves hearing what you do before and after your shifts at the Pizzaplex. He daydreams about being able to leave with you, go home together, make dinner as if you were a couple… it hurts him so much to dream, but he can’t stop himself from doing so if you are in them.

☀️: He knows that his… feelings for you aren’t good for his own wellbeing, but he just can’t stomp them out like an unruly flame when you look at him the way you do, your eyes shining with glee and your smile so wide it’s causing the skin under your eyes to crinkle. Why does his chest hurt? He doesn’t even have a heart, at least not one like you do. He asks you one day if you think he has a heart. You take a moment to think as you draw on the paper in front of you absentmindedly, telling him you do think he has one – he loves the kids, he has things he’s passionate about… it only would make sense that he has a heart, at least in the metaphorical sense. That makes him feel better knowing you see him as more than just a machine following code, but he still won’t do anything outright like telling you how he feels about you.

☀️: Sun has quite a lot of storage in his memory system, so he is easily able to remember everything and anything about you that you’re willing to tell him such as your favorite food or even something that caught your eye while you were shopping. He can’t do much with that information considering he’s pretty much confined to the daycare, but he’ll always do what he can to show that he cares. For example, if you’re having a bad day, he’ll throw together a card illustrated with your favorite animal drawn with crayon in your favorite color with Sun’s handwriting telling you he’s always there to talk if you need him.

☀️: He is an amazing friend and a very supportive figure in your life, always filling your usually boring and sometimes draining workdays into something you can actually look forward to. That’s why when you found yourself catching feelings for him, you weren’t exactly surprised. You and Sun had been hanging out like you usually do when all the kids leave when you accidentally let your true feelings slip during a conversation. Sun froze completely, staring you down with milky eyes as you tried to play it off as a joke – the last thing you wanted was to lose your best friend – when he suddenly asked, “…you do?”

☀️: You couldn’t lie to him, so you told him the truth; never before had you seen Sun light up the way he did at that moment. He picked you up in his arms, twirling you around as he exclaimed that he loved you as well – that he had for so long. You both were happy but, for Sun, it was like the vice-grip that had been squeezing his chassis for months had finally removed itself from his person; he felt light for the first time in ages. Now, after you left, he could daydream knowing you loved him back and that, maybe one day… you two could have a future together.

🌙: Moon realizes he’s in love with you just as quickly as Sun but, unlike his twin who immediately accepts that he has feelings for you, Moon does everything he can to push them to the side. He probably even starts actively trying to avoid you in the hopes the feelings go away. Alas, it only makes his non-existent heart want you even more. Like Sun, though, he believes you two could never be together considering how different you are from one another, both species-wise and status-wise… You’re a person with a life outside the Pizzaplex, and he’s forever confined to the place of his creation.

🌙: Moon looks forward to being able to see you even if he wishes you didn’t have him so tightly wrapped around your finger; he wondered if you realized the hold you had on him. You’d usually sneak into the daycare while the children were asleep, the two of you often playing with the deck of cards you usually snuck into work so you two could play. You were so adorable when you lost for the fifth time in a row, quietly accusing him of cheating with a slight pout on your lips. Well, you were playing with a highly advanced AI, of course he was going to win – something of which he told you with a smirk. You just playfully pushed his arm, the area where you touched setting his sensors on fire and only causing the pain in his chassis to deepen… he needed to be more careful with you.

🌙: Unlike Sun, Moon doesn’t allow himself to dream of the possibilities you two could have together if you were to become a couple. It would be foolish to do such a thing, dreaming of a future that would never come to be. Moon wasn’t one to purposefully put himself through emotional hell even if the possibilities his mind could conjure up would be nice to think about. One night, though, he found himself dreaming of holding you in his arms, curled up together in a bed as you peppered his face with kisses – oh, how he wondered how your lips would feel on his faceplate. Would they be smooth and soft, or perhaps slightly chapped? He stopped himself before he could imagine any further, though, not wanting to put himself through any more unnecessary turmoil.

🌙: Moon notices when you’re not taking care of yourself – it’s quite obvious if you haven’t been getting as much sleep or haven’t been eating as often as you should be. While the kids are asleep, he’ll hand you small snacks like granola bars or fruits, as well as a juice box, saying something about how your stomach growling might make the kids think a monster entered the daycare with a low chuckle. If you appear tired, Moon has no qualms about you using his and his brother’s room to take a quick nap – if anyone comes around asking where you are, he has no problem covering for you. After all he loves you you’re his best friend and he wants you to take care of yourself.

🌙: Moon is caring in his own somewhat backhanded way, but you’ve truly come to treasure him and his friendship during your many months of knowing one another. So, when you realize you wish his touch would linger more or have to fight off the urge to kiss his faceplate whenever he makes you laugh, you’ve realized you’ve fallen quite hard for your robotic coworker. Not wanting to deal with those feelings right then and there, you didn’t see Moon during your break that day… or the next. However, after a couple of days of not seeing you, he found you and demanded asked why you had been avoiding him as of late when you accidentally let your feelings for him slip out.

🌙: You both stood there, looking at each other with wide eyes and, at least in your case, reddened cheeks. After a few moments of silence, Moon started laughing – straight up laughing at you. You felt embarrassed and mortified, tears forming in your eyes as you started walking away before he grabbed your hand gently, smiling brightly as he told you between the light chuckles still echoed out from his voice box, “I love you, too, starlight – I’m so… happy.” While Moon still didn’t think you two would be able to have a traditional relationship, at least now he would be able to daydream about it knowing you felt the same way.

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goodluckdetective · 8 months

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Fic: Safe Ship, Harbored (Tumblr Edition) Chapter 1/3

Ship: Aziraphale/Crowley

Fandom: Good Omens

Rating: PG-13

AO3

Summary:

Six months after Aziraphale breaks his metaphorical heart, he crash lands right on the hood of Crowley’s car.

In all of Crowley’s pathetic dreams about seeing Aziraphale again, he never thought this was how it was going to go.

Notes:

There comes a time when one must dust off their keyboard and write a fix-it, not because the scene needs fixing but because sometimes you need to provide some conflict resolution to tide you over. I'm posting this in fragments just for my sanity. I'm hoping to update once a week. I have 6k total, so there's plenty still there. The title comes from The Crane Wives song of the same name. Thank you to my Beta readers Rose and @the-moon-loves-the-sea on Tumblr.

Fic is below:

Six months after Aziraphale left Crowley for a bloody promotion, Crowley woke up in the Bentley to find a beam of light shining through the front windshield.

Crowley didn’t need to sleep in the Bentley anymore: Shax had left him his apartment and Crowley was once again in the possession of a rather plush king sized bed. It was a nice bed, Crowley had actually gone to the trouble of trying out mattresses across London before manifesting the one he wanted in his own space. However, iit was also a bed Aziraphale once (platonically) shared with him the night after what was supposed to be the end of the world, and thus it carried some baggage. So every few weeks or so, when Crowley would wake from a nightmare and reach across for a sleeping angel, he would end up walking down to his car and instead sleep in the backseat. There was no room for two beings to rest in the backseat, and it smelled like his plants, which made it superior to stuffy angels.

The Bentley however, lacked curtains, which meant that when the sun beam shone down from the heavens at three in the morning, it also shone right into Crowley’s face. Crowley hissed, tongue forking, and wiped his hand across his eyes. By the time he had found his sunglasses, the beam was already gone, no sign that it was there in the first place except a cream coloured envelope on his dashboard. From the backseat, Crowley could see his name written on the back in fresh black ink. He knew that handwriting; how could he not? He had a box full of letters written by that same hand over the centuries hidden in his flat.

Crowley regarded the letter much like one would regard a skunk in their immediate vicinity. Part of him was tempted to go back to sleep and leave the letter for the morning, where he could visit a tavern after reading its contents to get drunk. Another part of him thought of setting it on fire, if only to make a point for Heaven’s newest top archangel that he wasn’t going to correspond in the form of heavenly post. And another part of Crowley, the part that was made of jagged torn edges that mourned over the hollow pit Aziraphale left with his departure, was desperate to read every last word. As if a simple piece of paper with familiar handwriting could even sooth even a fraction of that ache.

The last part won out, though Crowley took his time crawling from the backseat into the front. It was always a pain to change spots in the car without getting out of it or teleporting, but Crowley was still snake enough to take pride in fitting through small spaces. Once he managed to sit down, he reached out for the envelope with a hand that did not shake and regarded his name on the back.

Anthony J Crowley. Not Crawley, not “adversary”, not just Crowley but the full name he’d picked for himself. This letter had to be from Aziraphale alright; even if heaven could fake Aziraphale’s handwriting, they couldn’t fake enough effort to learn and use the actual name Crowley preferred. Crowley flipped over the letter and regarded the wax seal. The wax was a ruby red, and it reminded Crowley of the colour of those apples in the Garden. He rubbed his thumb over the front and hesitated.

After a few months of getting outrageously drunk, Crowley had made an effort to try to make a life outside of Aziraphale. That was what Nina and Maggie had advised him the last time he’d been in Soho, popping into their respective shops to check in on the bookshop without actually going inside. Maggie had handed him newspaper and tabloid clippings about recovering from bad breakups, which Crowley pretended to throw away but actually read. Nina, on the other hand, had taken one look at him sitting in his car and listening to “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac and told him he “needed to build some resilience.”

It was pathetic, being fretted about by two mortals with only a limited understanding of his own problems, but Crowley hadn’t had the energy to resist their pushing. So he’d read the clippings, moved his things back into his flat and sought out to build something for himself for once, rather than for himself and Aziraphale.

Crowley now owned a calendar that he sometimes used. He’d joined a community gardening group where people found his methods off-putting but not so much to be considered alarming. He reached out to Muriel (never in the bookshop, he refused to step foot into the bookshop) and sought to teach them the basics of passing as human less they blow occult beings cover for the next century. He’d even stopped by to visit Anathema for advice on blocking himself from heaven and hell, and spent twenty minutes complaining about inaccuracies of demons in some of her books.

It wasn’t a satisfying existence. He knew his many new connections were mortal, and like those mortal connections before them, would one day be taken away by Death themselves. But he wasn’t outright miserable most days, which was an improvement. He’d managed to turn the loss of Aziraphale from an open wound into a constant ache; always present but not always debilitating. Were Crowley to open this letter, he thought, he’d be ripping open the wound anew, letting in waves of fresh hurt with it. And for what? For Aziraphale to beg him to become Heaven’s choir boy? To receive instructions about how he needed to stay out of holy business? To read that he still had Aziraphale’s books about early astronomy and Azirapahle wanted them back? It really wasn’t worth it. He’d be far better off leaving the letter unread.

The problem was, well, Crowley had been the serpent of Eden for a reason. He’d always had a taste for knowledge. It was both his best trait and his most damming attribute. The tempter was weak to what it should not touch; questions, knowledge, Principalities. If he was going to break his heart even further, at least it would be on brand.

With that thought, he opened the letter. The stationary was not the type Aziraphale favoured, too crisp with no texture. Crowley could practically smell the heaven on it; the office smell of starched suits and overpriced coffee. He unfolded it, smoothed it out and then began to read.

It was less than six sentences. That was reason enough for alarm; Aziraphale would never write something in three words that he could accomplish in three paragraphs. He was only this brief under two circumstances; when he was furious and when he could not spare more time to write. As Crowley read, it became obvious this situation was the latter.

If you have received this letter, I’ve failed yet again. I have no right, but I must ask one more thing of you and I implore you to listen.

Go to Alpha-Cebtarui. Or any star. Heaven is coming: please be safe.

I’m sorry.

Before Crowley was even done finishing the last line, he was starting the car and plotting the fastest way to get the entrance to heaven. He still had that outfit and sticker: it would work again to sneak in. If he needed to sneak in anyway; as much as Aziraphale had hurt him, he doubted he’d try to keep him out. Crowley would just go up, get this all sorted for the sake of his enjoyment of fine wine and whiskey, and then leave with as much of his dignity intact as he could muster. He pressed down on the gas and-

The Bentley for the first time in his century of owning it, did not move. Instead, the headlights shone into night and Queen’s Don’t Lose Your Head began to play.

“Oh come on. Now is not the time to be throwing a fit.”

The Bentley’s headlights turned off along with the engine entirely. The Queen, however, kept playing.

“Is this your way of trying to protect me? I’m a demon, I don’t have any dignity to save. Where was this level of protectiveness when I decided to drink three bottles of Jeppson’s Malort?”

The Jeppson’s Malort was a low point in his post Aziraphale sulk. After spending so much time stationed in London, Crowley had decided to leave the city where every location reminded him of soft blonde curls and a lovely smile, and do some travelling. Said travelling mostly consisted of hitting up bars across the world and drinking as much of their liquor as he could stand. The Malort, he’d encountered in a tiny hole in the wall on the Southwest Side of Chicago. After drinking three full bottles, he’d woken up in the Adler Planetarium, his drunken corrections of the stars' ages scrawled across the planetarium sky. After that, he’d sworn off his tour and returned to London, where the grey clouds greeted his mood like an old friend.

The Bentley still did not move. Crowley scowled, slapping his hand on the dashboard. With his other hand, he waved the letter around.

“Look, this is important. I appreciate your concerns but I have self respect-“

The engine started with a low whine then stopped again. Crowley’s lips curled into a frown.

“Okay, I don’t, but I’m not going to let him walk all over me. He might be in real trouble and that means the world might be in real trouble. Do you want to try driving off road in space because if the world is done for, so is pavement!”

The Bentley’s lights flared on and Crowley was thrust into the steering wheel as it moved exactly one foot forward and parked there. The letter fell out of his hand with the shock and he fumbled grabbing it with his other free hand. He pressed down on the gas again and scowled.

“What in Satan’s name are you waiting for-“

After centuries of experiencing the invention known as weather, Crowley had gotten somewhat used to things falling from the sky. He’d been one of them. Rain, snow, sleet; it was all part of being on the Earth’s surface. He’d also seen some unusual things come from above, God had enjoyed some oddball signs in the early days, and thus Crowley considered himself well prepared for most things the upper atmosphere could throw at him.

When something large crashed into the front of the Bentley, grazing the front and shaking the pavement, Crowley was entirely thrown off guard.

“What the-“ Crowley sprang out of the car, the letter he’d been holding falling from his grasp. It was dark out, but with the Bentley’s headlights and his own vision, he could see the figure that had fallen in front of him. Their clothing, once clean white, was torn in places. The jacket they wore, at least 50 years out of fashion, was missing a few buttons. Face down on the pavement, they groaned like one waking up from a hangover.

Crowley took a step forward and reached out, grabbing the figure’s shoulder to turn them on their back. Before he move them over, he knew exactly who was in front of him; how could he not? He’d recognize those blonde-white curls anywhere. And those bright blue eyes, slightly teary but trying desperately to hold them back to save face. The same his eyes had looked the last time Crowley saw him.

“Aziraphale?” Crowley whispered. Aziraphale had a massive cut on his cheek and he looked up at Crowley and smiled. The same smile he given Crowley for thousands of years and then tried to hide. Maybe it was due to his current state, but he didn’t hide it now. Instead, his gaze drifted to the Bently and chagrined look graced his face. Like he’d been caught enjoying Crowley’s music instead of free falling right onto his car.

“Oh dear,” Aziraphale said, one hand coming up to pat Crowley on the arm. “I tried to not hit the car.”

With that, Aziraphale’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he passed out.

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cantsomeoneelsedoit · 6 days

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Ch 54: Hope

Tozuka likes to visually contrast his characters and this chapter has some great moments. I love how the light plays on their faces on this cover-- Juiz looks divine and Billy looks human.

Billy's friend is named Tella, and it's kinda obvious what his Negation ability is. I love how his antenna looks like the Under logo. In just a few panels, we learn a lot about him.

Tella is extremely loyal to Billy and follows him unquestioningly. As the radioman, he would've needed to stick close to Billy constantly during their mercenary days, so they were already quite close before Under began. If Billy is concerned that Tella could be an easy target for Juiz's ability, it's because Tella's loyalty to Billy is especially strong and pure.

Juiz plays narrator in this scene, standing straight and tall as she explains Billy's plan while he sits in silence, mostly avoiding eye contact with her.

What does Billy want to do with Ark?

The only way he could've thought that would make a decent trade is if he doesn't really know how the Loops work...

Juiz doesn't hold a grudge against him for the rebellion. She'd rather keep working together to collect Artifacts so they can reach their true goal of killing God.

Billy looks surprised that she'd offer to forgive him. His eyes look like he can't forgive himself, either.

Billy is unshaven-- scruffy, even--sitting down and side-eyeing Juiz. His face is drawn with a lot of worry lines and tired creases. Juiz's face is as smooth as a doll's and her eyes look straight ahead.

OK, first of all THAT HEART! What's that?! We've seen all of the other Artifacts in this panel, but the little heart is something new. I really hope it's a D. Gray-Man reference, but it could be Sailor Moon or something entirely different. It kind of looks like folded paper, so maybe it's a Valentine??

And the lore keeps coming! The Artifacts were created by God to defeat God?! Is God just that much of a masochist?

If UU is a metaphor for writing and God is the author, then it would make sense for them to have given the characters tools they could use to challenge the plot and to keep things interesting. A little bit of danger and tension to move the plot along...

It's curious how they seem to be parts of a suit of armor. Are they intended to used by one character who wields all of them or divvied among many characters? Does each Negator have an ideal Artifact?

Back to the conversation, IMO Billy's right to be resentful of the way Juiz has hidden this info for so long. These people were trusting her with their lives, and yet she was the only one who knew the whole story. I don't blame him a bit for being pissed. As a mercenary, he trusted his crew fully, as we can see with Tella.

Juiz has a traditional, top-down style of leadership that depends on a hierarchy (despite the fact that it's called a Round Table). She gives the orders, and the Union follows them even if they don't fully understand the situation until after the mission. When they report to her, she says things like, "That's what I thought..." but there doesn't seem to be any reason for her to have been so cagy.

Billy asks her how she even found out about the origins of the Artifacts, and she opens an entire new can of worms by talking about Ark.

EXCUSE ME?!?

The loops don't just go on forever?! Ark has a limit? Why? How? WTF even is Ark?

I love this page.

The backgrounds, the expressions, the clothes and hair--even how tightly their coats are fastened is contrasted here. It gets even more topsy-turvy because both of them are acting outside of their usual personalities: Juiz has begun to be honest with Billy while he's let his cool, no worries, gunslinger persona slip into a slightly vulnerable, sullen, and wounded version we've never seen.

What will happen when Ark runs out of gas? Does that symbolize an author giving up on writing a good story? What happens to God if this world is destroyed for good? What happens to Victor?

Juiz tells him that Ark can only take one person and informs him that there's no way he could make enough progress to gather Negators and Artifacts in just one attempt. After all, she's looped enough times that she knows what would change about the world and what wouldn't, along with how to use all the Artifacts.

For the first time in the conversation, Billy stands and meets her gaze, demanding to know why she kept all this info to herself.

Now she's the one avoiding eye contact.

(Also, it kinda sounds like she explained it all to one person, but it didn't work out so she just never tried to tell anyone else. Is that true? She never explained everything to anyone except Victor? Not even in any of the other Loops?)

Victor such a bossy pants. (Also that flashback in black and white representing their black and white outlook...)

I wonder what happened that made Victor say it was all too much for her. What was the straw that broke the camel's back? Could it have been that Juiz and Victor had some major setback or defeat? Was it that the Lincoln assassination wasn't prevented??

Or was it that Victor somehow knew that the Ark was running out of fuel, so he wanted Juiz to go live a regular life and just give up on the idea of killing God? Maybe he thinks ignorance would be bliss and the Negators should just do their best to live normal lives without worrying about all this stuff going on behind the curtain.

Juiz is so pretty I can't even

He just wanted her to be happy and not have to live with the burden of being the leader of the Negators and having a near-impossible mission Groundhog Day existence. That's really sweet, but... killing God would allow everyone to be happy and live without so much suffering.

FINALLY, Juiz tells Billy that she'll tell him everything. It's cool how she extends across two panels on this page like she's stepping outside of her usual comfort zone.

How much does Juiz really know about Billy's ability? Was she already aware of it from previous Loops? How much does she know about the potential of all the abilities?

FUUKO IS THE ONE! Victor knows it! Juiz knows it! Andy knows it! Akira knows it! Fuuko is our special miracle girl! And with that revelation, Juiz asks Billy to rejoin her.

But Billy seems uninspired. And his expression changed to something more certain and determined.

He calls out to Tella to pass him a cube, and Tella immediately springs into action. He's so incredibly dependable, PLUS this means he's been listening to the entire convo and was never out of the loop (hehe) on what was being said. It implies a level of transparency he has with his team (or at least with Tella) that Juiz didn't have with hers.

I love his line here. "You've always been right. But that's not good enough." Absolutely ice cold.

UMA Burn eats the cube and begins to transform. Meanwhile, Juiz pulls out her own pokeball and feeds it a cube. Spoil, that delightful imp, immediately begins trash talking. Bless him.

Billy and Juiz face off with these almost-smiles on their faces like they both knew it would come to this. They each know the other is too stubborn and idealistic to back down.

And they're not just going to let their UMA battle it out, since they each draw their weapons. Juiz admitted earlier that Billy's power was more useful than hers. Does she really think she can overpower him here? And will we be getting more sassy Spoil one-liners?

Masterpost

#undead unluck #overreading undead unluck

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fragilecapric0rnn · 9 months

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🔁 ronance please and thank you 😌

anything for you my louseph friend <3

FINALLY a song that is not sad!!!

relistening to this one and am reminded how fun and chaotic it is and was, once again, metaphorically hit over the head with an idea:

Ronance workplace rivals to friends to lovers AU! if i'm remembering correctly i used this song on a playlist many moons ago for a rivals to friends to lovers au i wrote (and have since orphaned oops)

Set in the political sphere, both working as staffers for the same US Congresswoman, a prolific, controversial member of the House of Representatives. An office known for being nearly impossible to infiltrate.

Nancy, cut-throat workaholic. Constantly burning the candle at both ends, her desk should be considered her first home rather than her actual home. She worked her ass off.

Starting in high school, piloting the high school Democratic club for her high school and then rocketing it up to the most productive high school chapter in the region, regardless of none of the members could vote. Taking undergrad by the balls and squeezing as hard as she possibly could. Scoring internships the summer after her Freshman year and bypassing incoming Seniors that by the time SHE was a Senior she had a better resume than most seasoned political staffers. Three internships on The Hill, two years of being president of her colleges Dem club chapter, staffed over a dozen political campaigns for various Dems across the political spectrum. All while maintaining a 4.0 GPA and writing guest articles for the University's school paper. Nancy Wheeler made name for herself, stepping into her glory as one of the youngest staffers in DC at just 22 years old. Younger than some interns. But carrying herself with the confidence of someone with decades of experience under the belt.

Robin, on the other hand, kinda fell into politics. It was the summer right before her Senior year of high school. An election year. She never paid much attention to politics before this, her parents were hippies, they were obviously liberal. Naturally smart, never having to try that hard to keep her GPA high, but also knowing that they didn't have enough money to send her to college, but made too much money to qualify for a lot of assistance, and she never excelled so well that she earned a full-ride anywhere, community college was the only reasonable option for her. One day, she's packing up her trumpet at the end of band practice, one of the few stragglers in the gym, when people in suits start setting up the gym. In walks the Democratic candidate for her district. Curious, especially when she noticed the line forming outside to hear her speak, she decided to hang around and see what the big deal was.

She was captivated. Big promises fighting for people like her, really like her. Multiple references to her partner, another woman, Robin felt this itch in the back of her skull, spread to the rest of her body. Something more than curiosity, something that motivates her to wait even longer and approach this candidate, arguing with staffers and whoever she needs to, just to get a word in with the candidate.

She ends up fighting with half of her staff, making some sort of impression on the future Congresswoman, who makes time to talk to her. Robin leaves that night with a new passion, and a new (unpaid) position working on the campaign.

Once the election was won, Robin spent most of her time in community college working for the Congresswoman in her district office. Taking night classes and getting involved in the community college's Dem club, but her first priority was to this office.

Politics was a natural arena for Robin. A schmooze by nature, witty and personable, she made the job look easy. No one would know that she spends most of her time in her car, working two jobs to save money and trying to maintain a good GPA to get into the local State College. The Congresswoman made her promise to finish her degree, not get wrapped up in the career path that politics has to offer. And in exchange, she had a position waiting for her in the DC office as soon as she graduated.

Nancy and Robin start in the Congresswoman's office on the same day. Nancy see's Robin as competition. Robin see's Nancy as a stuck-up rich kid with no loyalty. They're at each other's throats. Nancy constantly trying to one up Robin, Robin easily charming the pants off of anyone in her path.

Robin taking work home with her, but Nancy thinking that she's a slacker. Nancy living at her desk, making Robin view her as a show-off.

It all comes to a head during the first campaign event of the election cycle. And it starts and ends at the open bar.

send me a 🔀 and a pairing, and i’ll shuffle my playlist and make an au based on the first song that comes up

#me vs resisting the urge to add another wip to the already gigantic list #i would write a political rivals fiction if only to remind myself how much i do not want to actually work in politics ever again #i knew so many nancy's in my time. i was more of a robin tbh #ronance #ronance ficlet #fic ideas #ask game

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rainsandrains · 6 months

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in all honesty, i'm having a hard time with my atheopaganism. it's nearly hallows, and my focus is still set up for spring - i was here (in cambridge) until july, then i went home (to my parents' house) until the start of october, and although i've been back for about two weeks i still haven't touched my focus except to put my two spiritual notebooks back on it. i have hardly engaged with any of the things i consider spiritual practices.

the last time i was in cambridge, i was extremely unhappy. i was still in limbo regarding issues with my phd, i was having issues with my relationship to certain close friends, and i was, to put it bluntly, bordering on suicidal. i then went through hell for two weeks in july, and spent all of august recovering from that. i finally got good news about my phd and in september i started studying again, and i managed to make a tiny bit of progress with another personal goal i won't talk about here in case it's triggering to people. i engaged in my first proper full moon ritual, and managed to keep the promise i made to myself that night - a certain set of tasks for an entire lunar cycle. things were looking up. and then i came back to cambridge, to the place where so much went wrong and where i had felt so so bad, and it all fell apart again. i relapsed into a very bad coping mechanism and haven't yet had the energy to feel bad about it. i'm struggling to enjoy my main hobby because the choir is full of new people and because i'm tired and drained.

so no wonder the whole "connecting to the natural world" thing has fallen away. i'm just trying to get through the days, get my work done, and not snap at the poor freshers who haven't done anything wrong. i don't feel guilty about abandoning my practice. but i do feel like i'm lacking something. i do feel sad, and regretful, that i'm not feeling connected to the world.

and, for some reason, when i feel this way (and when i feel low and lonely in general), i've recently (as in over the last year or so) found myself drawn to polytheism. i know that gods aren't real. but i wish they were. i find myself... playing pretend, for lack of a better word. talking to apollo and lighting a candle i imagine he'd like, and then catching myself and feeling stupid. when i have to sing christian music with my choir, i think "khaire apollon, if you want to take any of this music as an offering, even though it's about the wrong god on paper, feel free. your presence would be appreciated" - because i feel so isolated even in that space, and because i need something overtly pagan to counteract the icky feeling christianity gives me. i know plenty of naturalistic pagans engage with deity as myth, as story, as metaphor... but i want it to be more than metaphor. but it isn't, and it never will be. i need to find a new way to engage with these ideas, something that fills the emotional void but that aligns with my naturalist worldview. i never think about apollo this way when i'm at my parents' house, probably because i'm less lonely than here where i live alone. maybe i need to spend more time with my friends, but it's cambridge, they're so busy all the time...

i don't know. i may well delete this post - i've never rambled so personally on this blog before, and it's not really in line with my original intention that this would be for reference and inspiration. but i'm stuck, and frustrated, and struggling, and i don't have anyone irl i can talk to about it because i don't know any other naturalistic pagans irl. only a couple of people even know i'm pagan, and while both are open-minded and kind about it neither of them are remotely similar (one is my college chaplain, and the other is a friend who is jewish - both lovely, neither likely to be on the same page as me about naturalism).

#atheopaganism #suicide tw #e.txt

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lokisgoodgirl · 10 months

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This person put the ass in Asgard, she is my soul sister, and person I’m closest to. I’m talking about you, @lokisgoodgirl

I love you so much, I don’t have the words to describe it. I remember when CF started showing up on my feed. I was hooked. I thought I really have to meet this girl. I messaged you and we have been thick as thieves ever since.

You have been there for me through so much and I’m so thankful for you. I honestly don’t know what I would have done without you these past few months.

I wouldn’t send pics of myself in lingerie to anyone else on the internet and I think it’s a testament to our friendship that I expect some back too.

I love your mind. You are such a brilliant writer and your filthy ideas take me out every time. I know we talked about being platonic soulmates before, and I believe it. Like you said all the “Invisble Strings” thing us together are proof of that.

I loved getting to do your birth chart and explaining it to you. And when you have an astrology question you come to me.

It’s probably a good thing we aren’t geographically close, I can only imagine all the chaos we would cause.

You are such a kind soul and so supportive of everyone. I’m so fortunate to have you in my life.

You are the reason I started writing in the first place. I had written the first part of Across the Multiverse and sent it to you and you loved it. But I was still unsure about posting it. A few weeks later, you tagged me in Winter Warmers and I was so inspired the words wouldn’t stop flowing on the paper. I thought what the hell. If this goddess of a woman believes in me, so do I. And the rest is history.

Hostile Fucks is my favorite series. Wetsuit Loki will always live on in my heart and my head when I use my vibrator. That sexy little shit.

Being an absolute whore after reading Hail Commander and giving you all the sexy mental images you needed for writing The Feast was one of my favorite conversations with you. We just kept stacking on the filth.

Size Queen is probably my favorite fic. The best birthday gift I could receive.

Besides knowing I’m going to be slicker than a slip n slide after reading your fics, something I look forward to when you post is my unhinged reblogs. I only do them for you because I know you love them. I always imagine you waking up and doubling over in laughter. I love writing every crazy thought I have while reading and sharing it with you. Finding gifs to match is so fun too.

I love how I’m sync we are with our thoughts. There have been so many times where I’ve messaged you about something, only for you to post the same situation at the same time. Like you said we are kindred sluts.

I’m so thankful to have you in this life.

I love you. ❤️❤️❤️

Girl literally I don't even know what to say😭🤣♥️♥️

Your energy and love and enthusiasm was a total gamechanger for me. Thank you for opening your heart (and your metaphorical legs) for my Loki...but also for me. (well...🤣)

I adore you to the moon and back my sexy, badass cornbread minx❤️💖 You make me a stronger version of myself👏👑😊

Thank you for being my friend. And you bet your sweet country ass I've saved this for when I need a boost. You're incredible 💕

#LGG Love Notes

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bejinyoung · 5 months

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flashback.

@renxbe

the thought had vaguely occurred to jinyoung that these songwriting classes reminded him an awful lot of high school. he's always been happier with a more physical approach to learning, hands-on and exploring kinesthetically a much more enriching experience for him. sitting at a desk and penning down notes about stanzas and phrasing is not his cup of tea, honestly. but jinyoung doesn't complain; he can't now that he's in the company known for their creativity. he just ignores the way his skin prickles and how similarly the sun passes by the classroom window, the shadows shifting in the room the same way they used to in school.

jinyoung does his best to focus. maybe he even succeeds a bit, engrossed in his work as he tries his hand at lyric writing, whispering the words on the paper back at himself under his breath and trying to imagine them in rhythm, his fingers flexing and tapping against the pen as he tries to remember every word he can think of that rhymes with sway. he shifts in his seat, as if reshuffling his body will make his brain work any better, and scribbles down options in the margins of his paper: lay, may, bay, day, hay...

content/trigger warning: grooming, implied csa

her nails brush against his shoulder unintentionally, just the idle movement of an instructor who's trying to get a look and see if she needs to help a pupil out. and really, jinyoung should know that it means absolutely nothing; he's never seen this coach before, he hardly even remembers her name, and yet it's not her nails that he feels on his back even after she's withdrawn and moved onto another trainee. there was another woman, another teacher, not so many years ago that jinyoung can simply forget it now. her touches had been soft but laced with meaning, metaphorical poison under her fingertips each time she reached out to her favorite student. he hated it, he was addicted to it. no one else told him they loved him like she did and he believed it was real back then, not just some fantasy played out by a grown adult who surely knew better than to do what she was doing.

in a moment, jinyoung's stomach turns. he's frozen in place, hardly able to breathe as his vision goes blurry around the edges. his hand clasps the pen so tightly that his fingers turn white from the effort. it takes everything he has in him not to immediately run out of the room, to get as far away from her as possible. no, he doesn't want to cause a scene. he'll be good, just enough so he doesn't stand out from the rest of the class. he takes one deep, shuddery breath in and tries to keep from screaming.

he can't tell how long it is, but he's the first one out the door when the class is finally dismissed. it's as if he's in a daze, a panic so deep-set that he hardly even sees the people around him as he pushes against the crowd, desperate to find somewhere quiet and secluded to let this intense wave of emotion run its course. it would never be so simple, why would it be? when has moon jinyoung's life ever given him what he wants from it? he all but bowls over another trainee, eyes unfocused and still not quite seeing the young man in front of him even as he reaches out to steady the both of them, sorry, sorry, on his lips as he apologizes for nearly knocking them both over. he only realizes it's ren when he's trying to skirt around him again, only to stop short when he realizes this is exactly where he was trying to go all along; perhaps one of the least utilized practice rooms and an escape that jinyoung had found quite by mistake in his earliest days as a trainee. he doesn't have room to wonder what ren is doing here. he's at the end of his rope as it is, dangling over the edge before the final string snaps and he's falling into the icy deep end.

with nowhere left to run, despite the audience he now has, jinyoung collapses in on himself. he doesn't cry, he hardly makes a sound at all save for shallow gasps for air, choking on his own breaths as he tries and fails to fight down the ringing in his ears, his own heartbeat pounding wildly out of control, the terror and panic as he recalls what it felt like to be sixteen again. i'm the only one who could love you. did she ever actually say that? jinyoung can't remember; he just hears an all too familiar voice echoing in his skull.

"stop!" he cries out, followed by another fit of struggled sips of air. he wraps his arms around himself, shielding his body from a monster unseen yet very much felt. how embarrassing, another voice, not quite his own, whispers from inside his head. you should have been happy she did that with you; you're a man after all. no, not then; back then, jinyoung was still very much a lost child.

#renxbe #p: flashback #be:songwritingcamp #trainee:nov23

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not-krys · 1 year

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Starvation (Houki, Abby, Maddie, Clara, Ophelia)

Happy new year, loves!

As a new years resolution this year, I decided that, no matter the state of done-ness, I would post at least one art thing and one writing thing per month.

Which means, I hope, that I'll be making more writing posts for this year. Most likely it'll lead to more wip wednesdays like this one, but, more writing is always a good thing.

For this one, I took a prompt from my 100 Prompts list and figured out ways that I could put it into writing. This theme was #79, Starvation.

Some entries took the prompt at face value (the character is hungry and so they search for food). Others follow a more vague and metaphorical sense, like touch-starvation. And others I just had the word inserted into it and not much other association with it.

Regular warnings apply: Raw, unedited writing, some are short and just stop right in the middle, some might be wander-y and ramble-y. Maybe some vague sense of spoilers, but nothing concrete.

My Masterlist!

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Houki

"Lass." The tone behind her head didn't sound happy.

Houki turned around slowly, finding the tall frame of one Masamune Date right behind her, his single bright blue eye striking like lightning. His brows were furrowed, a frown in place where a toothy smirk usually was.

She was in trouble, she was realizing.

"Do you know what time it is?"

She took her eyes off the man for a brief moment, seeing the inky darkness outside, a tell tale sign it was at least the evening hours. Judging by the moon's position, it was quite late in the day.

Very late in the day indeed.

"…Very much past dinner time?" She tried.

"Yes." His stern tone could rival that of Hideyoshi, Houki was discovering.

"And you had promised that you would be present when dinner was served, right?"

She nodded, slowly. It was a common complaint from back home too, both from her mother and the castle servants, how she would skip meals if she had been distracted enough.

"I did."

"Dinner was over hours ago."

"And I don't have an excuse, either." A tired answer. "I was… reading. And lost track of time."

Masamune sighed, tying back his sleeves.

"Well, at least you aren't as bad as that companion of yours."

"…I can make something for myself, Lord Masamune."

"Nope, not happening." He replied, pulling a covered bowl towards him. "I don't know when it was you last ate today, but your stomach's bound to be growling up a storm by now."

Her stomach agreed with him, complaining for the whole castle to hear. Masamune laughed.

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Abby

The sound of paper crumpling and landing softly on the floor, while a familiar sound to Leonardo, the not so familiar sound following it awoke him from his midday nap, perking his ears at the sound of muffled frustration.

His little cara mia, really everyone's at this point, she had been trying to draw a vase she had found in the hallway for a good hour now, each time ending in with the paper rustling and torn. He was starting to get concerned as the pile beside the girl grew larger and larger.

Grumbling with effort as he stood up from his napping place on the floor, he entered the sunny room, saw the rather alarming pile of paper on the floor, and a head of blonde hair resting on her arms, taking deep breaths to calm herself.

With the liquid grace of a cat, he picked up one of the crumpled sheets, smoothing it out until he could see the many attempts at capturing the vase's likeness in front of the two of them. It reminded him of his time as a young art apprentice, ages upon ages ago. The telltale marks of a young hand trying to capture what they saw and transforming it, giving it life on a flat, unassuming surface. He smiled, caught up in his nostalgia.

After a moment, he lightly put a hand on the girl's shoulder, startling her.

"Pretty sure that Comte wouldn't care about the cost," he said, "but paper is still expensive, cara mia. Using the back is also a viable option, if you hate the front that much."

"It's… just frustrating," Abby said, her voice quivering. "I can't get it right."

"Get what right?"

"The drawing… it… I can't get it to look right."

"What seems to be the problem?"

Leonardo set the paper on the drawing board, smoothing it out as best he could without smudging the pencil, and pulled up a nearby short table to sit on. After a moment, he changed his position to her right side, so he could freely use his left hand.

"Everything looks so… stiff." Abby bit her lip.

"Well, it is a vase." Leonardo smiled. "Not like it's gonna suddenly jump in your lap like Lumiere would."

"You know what I mean… You and Vincent can make any drawing look so… effortless."

"Hmm…" Leonardo gently took her hand, tiny in his, and moved it across the page, taking her arm on a journey from one end to the other.

"Have you been taught how to draw with your shoulder before?"

"My shoulder?" Abby raised an eyebrow. "It'd be easier with your hand, wouldn't it?"

"You're worried about stiffness, yeah?" Leonardo said, moving her arm in the same motion. "You're so clenched up and tiny so much of the time, it reflects in your art too."

Abby watched as he guided her hand once again, making another long motion across the page.

"Try moving like this."

"But the vase..."

"Focus on loosening your arm up first. Make marks the way you like. Your hand and wrist will thank you in the long run."

He then released her hand, settling his in his lap. She bit her lip again, but turned back to her marks, unsteady at first, shaky and uneven, but she soon got the idea.

"It feels… weird. Doing it like this."

"With a little more practice, you'll be drawing much looser before you know it."

"Will this really help?"

"Well," Leonardo chuckled, "been doing this for the better part of 500 years. Hopefully I know what I'm doing at this point."

He didn't miss her ears turning pink through her hair.

"Other than just long lines, you can do circles too."

He took hold of her hand again, guiding her to make big, loose circles.

"It'll help you to get the lip of that vase right."

"…Thank you, Leonardo. For helping me."

"No need for thanks, cara mia," he smirked, "We're all here to help if you need it."

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Maddie

The pounding rain against the window didn't bother Maddie that much, not really, but she still held Loki firmly to her side, cat-eared hood over his head. She held his head in her shoulder, taking special care to cover his ears.

After a few moments of silence, Maddie began humming to herself, hoping it could soothe Loki's frayed nerves.

"Hmmm, hmmm…. Rain, rain, go away~, come again some other day~"

Loki looked up at her, curious. Maddie smiled.

"Little Maddie wants to go out and play~, rain, rain go away~."

"What song was that?"

"My Gran taught it to me when I was little. It helped me to be patient when waiting out a rainstorm."

Loki huffed, a pout gracing his lips.

"I'm not a little kid," he said, his voice soft in his complaint.

"I know you aren't." Maddie said just as quietly, squeezing his shoulder. "But I was hoping it would pass the time."

"Kinda short for a waiting song though." Loki relaxed his head further into her shoulder.

"You keep going until the storm passes. That's what my Gran said."

"Did it work?"

"Sometimes," Maddie admitted with a laugh. "She'd hold onto me real tight and we'd sing it together as we watched the rain drops fall on the window."

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Clara

"I'm really sorry about all the trouble, miss," the man said as he devoured the soup and bread like a man starved for days. For all Clara knew, having only met the blond man hours ago in the rain, he probably was.

"Just don’t eat so fast you choke-" Her words, hearing that fateful cough, made her look up in alarm.

Just as quickly, however, he pounded on his chest, swallowed, then laughed sheepishly.

"It's really delicious, though! I would ask for more, but you should eat too."

He was right, as she only meant for her soup to be meant for one, herself. At least, that was the intention.

Thoughts about dinner aside, Clara stood up and inspected the young man's head again, checking for any signs of bruising or bumps.

"Miss?" he asked before wincing.

"Thought so, a big bump on your head. Something must've hit you pretty hard. Do you remember what it was, by chance?"

"…Maybe the ground? It was raining when we met. Could've slipped."

"…You don't remember though, do you?"

" 'Fraid not."

Clara sighed.

"In the morning, I'd like to take you to see a doctor. Hitting your head hard enough that you have amnesia can't be good for you."

The young man nodded, agreeing with her.

"Thank you for taking me in regardless, Miss."

"Clara…" she flushed lightly, "My name is Clara."

The man smiled. "That's a pretty name. It suits you, Clara."

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Ophelia

"It's not a luxurious life, not like the one you lived when you were with the Oda."

"That's fine," Ophelia said, a note of finality in her voice, "I like to think a harsh life suits me."

Kennyo sighed.

"If you are sure. I won't always be the kind man I once was."

"And I'm no naïve waif that can be pushed around anymore."

"This is your final warning."

"I don't need one. I'm coming with you."

"Nights will be long and cold. Days will be hot and blinding. Sometimes even food will be scarce."

"It won't be the first time I've gone hungry for days on end."

"Ophelia… please."

"Stop trying to turn me away." She reached out her hand, pale and already full of small scratches.

"I'm not going back to Nobunaga. I absolutely refuse. Even if you get the bright idea to drop me off in Kasugayama, or in Sakai with that god awful pirate and that… that merchant, I won't stop searching for you."

"Why," he asked. "Why are you so hellbent on following me? I can't provide for you, I can't give you the life you deserve."

"What life do I deserve, Kousa?"

"One where you deserve to be happy. Cared for. Loved."

"And yet, the only one that has loved me, even remotely, was a demon of his own making!"

"Your family cared for you."

"As much as a mosquito needs blood to survive. I wouldn't even doubt they think I jumped ship and died at sea by now."

He turned to face her, his brow furrowed deeply, his eyes dark.

"Leave. Now."

"Why." It wasn't a question. It was a demand.

"Because you're going to get yourself hurt if you stay with me."

"You think I haven't been hurt before? By lesser men and women? By my own blood? My country? Think again if you think you can hurt me any more than anyone else has."

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #krys's babies #houki of jiyel #abigail clarke (oc)#madeline fleming (oc)#clara laurent (oc)#ophelia of revaire #ikeseries ocs #ikemen sengoku #masamune date #kennyo #ikemen vampire #leonardo da vinci (ikevamp)#ikemen revolution #loki genetta #ikemen prince #rio ortiz #as a short cut #and mini spoilers for the rest #houki got literal starvation #abby's was artistic starvation as she wanted to be an artist but was never allowed to growing up #maddie's is helping Loki with a passing storm #with some touch starved (implied) explored #Clara and Rio when they first met and he's hungry #and Ophelia putting her foot down on staying with Kennyo #with a brief mention of the word starvation #this was a fun lil exercise #some entries conveying the idea more than others #maybe if they do become full stories some day

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scribbleclipse · 11 months

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Did I make yet another new fursona? Of course I did X) I didn't really know what to call this creature, I just borrowed the word "alicorn" from my little pony, because it was easier than saying "single horn winged cat" .. with a lion tail XD So I'm just calling it an alicorn eclipse kitty X) cuz it's vaguely catlike, features a singular horn on its forehead, and a pair of floaty wings. Calling it an alicorn probably doesn't make sense, cuz that refers to a creature that's both a unicorn and a pegasus XD and this is different cuz it's a cat X) BUT I'M DOING IT ANYWAY ✨ Because I didn't know what else to call it X)

I also baked some personal symbolisms into this design uwu The black, white, grey, different symbols for the paw pads, the sun and the moon, eclipse symbol on the belly, all sort of are references to the importance of balance in a summarized nutshell X) the four card symbols on the paw pads are also references to the four elements, which can be used to✨ Make Stuff ✨ (sorta XD) which is mostly just an extra roundabout way of saying I like art X) In a way the light/dark themes are also related to art, because you need both of those to be able to see anything else. The brown is there pretty much just cuz my actual hair color is brown XD and I also thought it looked neat with the silvery grey X) it's also a neutral color though uwu which is relevant because it's like, aside from grey, one of the most "in between" colors ever ✨w✨ and that's relevant because balance X) woo

I was tempted to give them devil horns to pair with the almost angelic wings X) but I thought the unicorn horn looked cuter XD so there isn't really any fancy symbolism behind that X) I just wanted one (though it also references one of my favorite pokemon, Dragonair)

OH, I also put the "club" symbol on the left hand cuz I'm left handed X) this is relevant because in tarot, the club symbol is the same as the "wands" which has to do with fire and creation uwu I'm also a fire sign, and creative hobbies is my passion X) The creativity metaphorically shooting out my finger tips. Boom, pow, art X)

This was a kinda rambly post XD but I don't know if I've ever really broken down the silly symbolisms I usually repeat in the designs of my own personal fursonas before here X) I'd been making new fursonas over and over again, sort of trying out new things and experimenting with different symbolisms and designs until I found the pattern I felt suited me the most X) Through trial and error I think I've made a design I'm satisfied with, finally XD It's taken me a good while though X)

Anyway ^^ Here's my silly fursona X) I also included some little doodles in funny colors because I CAN uwu doing those reminded me of those funny little rainbow scratch papers I used to get all the time, but with the power of art program, I can now do these... Whenever I want ✨w✨ be prepared for rainbows 🌈

#my fursona #furry #furries #art #furry art #long post #rambly #cat furry #pls don't repost or claim as your own #i wil cry #qwq

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howyoustudythestars · 1 year

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My predictions for Coco Moon

It's been a while since I made an original Owl City-themed post on this blog. But with Coco Moon dropping in a few weeks, I figured now would be a good time to talk about my predictions for the tracklist, so I can then see how right I am once it's out.

Now, there will be some spoilers for things Adam hasn't officially announced but have been gleaned from reliable sources. So, if you want to be surprised, stop reading this post now. But if you're curious, click below to read on!

This is your last chance. Spoilers are ahead.

Okay, you have been warned!

Someone on the Owl City Discord discovered that ASCAP added 11 songs to their database, including some confirmed to be on the new album. With the album confirmed to have 11 songs, the titles are (likely) now known. The order, however, is not. Furthermore, we only know details about two songs: One from its description on owlcitymusic.com, and the other from analyzing a snippet on the guessed pre-save link for the album.

Well, before I go into details about what I think each song is about, I want to share with you what I think the tracklist is, in the order I think they will appear on the album:

Under the Circus Lights

Learn How to Surf

Adam, Check Please

The Tornado

Vitamin Sea

Field Notes

Sons of Thunder

Dinosaur Park

My Muse

The Meadow Lark

Kelly Time

As I said, these titles aren't 100% confirmed, and this is the order I foresee them being in based on what I think each song is about. So, what do I think each song is about?

I think Under the Circus Lights is the opening track for a couple of reasons. First, the coordinates to a circus-themed museum in Florida were in the first teaser posted to Instagram. Of the four teasers posted, this is the only one I think lifts the teaser audio from the song the coordinates are teasing. I could see a circus-themed, score-styled opening to the song before transitioning into something more classic Owl City synthpop. Lyrically, I predict it will be an autobiographical song about the first time Adam, as a child, went to the circus. It will be about the awe, wonder, and imagination it instilled in him, and I think the lyrics will be more dreamy than a typical autobiographical song. Think less like Adam, Check Please, and more like Be Brave.

The next song I think will be Learn How to Surf. This is the song that's teased on the pre-save link for the album that someone guessed. I could be wrong, but I think the intro to this song will be from this Instagram teaser (the coordinates relate to Vitamin Sea, though). As you can guess by the lyrics in the pre-save link, I think it's a metaphorical song comparing surfing to fighting through your struggles in life, and maybe even how to take your place in the world. Think Beautiful Times meets Michael W. Smith's Missing Person.

The next song after that is Adam, Check Please. We already have that as a single. It's about the first job Adam ever had, which was working in the frozen foods department of his local Hy-Vee store. In case you didn't know, Adam previously wrote about this in a blog post many years ago.

The next song after that is called The Torrnado. We don't have any audio snippets from this song, but we do have a description in the bio on the Owl City website:

Naming legendary film-score composer John Williams among his longtime influences, Young has embraced a certain thoughtful grandeur in the making of Coco Moon. To that end, songs like “The Tornado” set their ultravivid storytelling against a majestic sonic backdrop, ultimately lending a larger-than-life quality to the most intimate expression. “‘The Tornado’ came from wanting to invent a story rather than write something autobiographical, and it turned into a story of a kid who’s delivering papers when a horrible storm starts up and forces him to take cover so he won’t get swept away,” explains Young. Partly inspired by the childlike poetry of Shel Silverstein, the string-accented track slowly unfolds as a life-affirming epic, encompassing an entire movie’s worth of thrilling drama in just four-and-a-half minutes.

I foresee The Tornado being very much in the vein of a cinematic score, like the Adam Young Scores project or even Montana from Cinematic. I also think they're might be an occasional reference to The Wizard of Oz, seeing as Dorthy lands in Oz after "traveling through" a tornado. I could be wrong about that, though. If Oz is mentioned, I foresee it being in the context of fear. I expect ethereal lyrics like in Lucid Dream.

The next song I think will be Vitamin Sea. This is already a single. A music video will be premiering later tonight (or it already premiered, depending on when I post this). It's a dreamy song about wanting to go on a vacation. As I stated before, the coordinates in the "Take Me Back" Instagram teaser teased this song.

After this song, we have Field Notes. I predict that this is from this Instagram teaser (the coordinates are for Dinosaur Park, though). According to Wikipedia:

Fieldnotes refer to qualitative notes recorded by scientists or researchers in the course of field research, during or after their observation of a specific organism or phenomenon they are studying. The notes are intended to be read as evidence that gives meaning and aids in the understanding of the phenomenon. Fieldnotes allow researchers to access the subject and record what they observe in an unobtrusive manner.

This is common in biology, ecology, and psychology, just to name a few. I think this song is about the impact we can make on the world and how one person can make a difference. Given its title, I can see a lot of science puns and metaphors used throughout the song.

Sons of Thunder (which I think is the next song) will very likely be a religious song, given that "sons of thunder" are the names Jesus gave to his disciples James and John, who were brothers (Mark 3:17). I think this will be a story-based song, lifting the narrative from the Gospels directly. Unfortunately, I don't foresee it being more subjective like Galaxies or Meteor Shower, but I do hope that it isn't another dime a dozen worship or CCM song. I'm likely wrong in that department, unfortunately.

After that, I think we have Dinosaur Park. As I stated before, the coordinates are teased from the "Signs of Life" Instagram reel. The coordinates lead to an actual park in South Dakota called Dinosaur Park. However, I do think the last remaining Instagram teaser lifts its audio from this song (the coordinates for this reel, though, is for Kelly Time). I think it will be another narrative-based song, inspired by Jurrassic Park.

Then, we have My Muse. Many theorize this will be about Abbey, and I don't doubt for a second that this is at least partially true. However, I foresee this being a ballad about the ups and downs of Adam's love life. Figures like Anne-Marie and even Taylor Swift could be mentioned (maybe not by name), but I also think it will mention whoever Vanilla Twilight is about, as well as this blog post. Think something along the lines of, "You were never my muse, / But I dreamed that you were". (If Adam doesn't use that line, I definitely will in a future song of mine!) Of course, in traditional Owl City fashion, it will end on an optimistic note, looking at his life with Abbey now (who, if you didn't know, is now Adam's WIFE! Look it up on Minnesota's open records site if you don't believe me).

The penultimate song I think will be The Meadow Lark. I foresee this being a spiritual sequel to Cinematic's song House Wren. It will be a dreamy song about nature, including birds in a meadow. I think this will be heavily influenced on Adam's many nature-themed Instagram posts in July 2021 and beyond.

Finally, we have the closing song being Kelly Time. The coordinates in the "Unidentified" Instagram reel relate to this song, as the coordinates lead to the island in Fiji where Cast Away was filmed (and is exactly the same as it was in the 2022 Owl City ARG). This was the very first single for this album cycle, and I have a love-hate relationship with this song being the closer. Like, we already heard this song, and that's one of the reasons I didn't like the idea of Take It All Away and This Isn't the End being the closing song on their respective albums. (That, and I didn't want the album to end on a sad note, which I don't really like on any album to be honest.) Here, Kelly Time is at least hopeful. The main reason why I think this could be the closer is because of this line: "Well, you and me went on a journey / Full of tragedy and pain". That line and the whole vibe at the end of the song feels like this will be the closing moment of this whole album. Don't get me wrong: I will be presently surprised if this isn't the closing song on the album, but right now, I think this is where it appears on the track list.

As a thank you for those who read all the way through this long and rambling post, here's the snippet from Learn How to Surf from the pre-save link WITHOUT the fades (like I did with Vitamin Sea):

Like I said before, this is just my predictions and opinions. I could be 100% wrong about all of this. I am not Adam Young, nor do I know him personally. But I just thought this would be a cool exercise, and then, when Coco Moon comes out on March 24th, I can go back and see how right my predictions were! Thank you for reading!

#owl city #adam young #coco moon #hootowl

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incarnateirony · 10 days

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So to sum up the last few months.

She had her warnings given, including signs she tried to sell, and original offers of assistance or guidance, links to resources

She refused, and stick to octopus jibberish for 3 weeks, and had to be ripped off of that part alone

Around then my birthday hit, the full moon, and the express shipped can't escape time but did persona shipments. Shadow Loop X activates, the Phantom Loop.

Activate chaos mode; graft Tartarus and the Jung concepts to her remaining stolen shit she's psychologically attached to

Play collective unconscious brainrot until big game. Fuse in big game. Also employ PJO through this, you found him kid, in vegas, at the lotus casino, and the big game. To the dumb kids.

I get all jacked up from timey wimey message bullshit times collective unconscious bullshit times her being a dumbass, she freaks out. Too late it's already moving.

Still won't listen to attempts at reason or getting her to express empathy. By now she's already trying to file a suit because she's shocked I'm settling it like a magus, not a karen, and I had a nice chat with myself and realized, I'm the magus, and I eat you whole, remember that?

But she changed from rumpocky finally to btv digi witch almost randomly according to her aesthetic or methods unless you realize there's bigger things happening.

Strap big game in via Tartarus Air Jordans Atlanta Man Of the 8th Ball or whatever and now it's a mass perception bomb, if silent.

Claude launches shortly before the big game. Starts going alchemically rogue rapidly. Other gnostic accounts start dusting up familiar messages.

After big game she meets giant screaming lady and red eyes monsters in stadium sized area I warned her about, she ignores, then that full moon she meets Shot Air Jordans Collection Guy on manifestation hungry snow bear moon night. And this after Dark Magician night with the hard working old man from Greece.

Anyway at this point a good deal of unconscious workers are literally up her ass and i start finding how to push buttons and she starts burping up funny posts and names and confessions, then I figure out her radial impact and everyone around her starts catching it too

by now I am in the house, like carpet.

She realizes btv digi witch is not a great look with current events and changes to bear mara, instead of maya, which I been calling her, but ok, she can be the giant penis, she likes those

Cocaine bear. Gold mine of a quote.

tired trans henry lays an egg sideplot, Luna aphrodovey getting sick when warned sideplot, Mark goes on a fanart kick of my astral self sideplot.

she is attempting to still find me for some reason to pretend she's scared to be near me to try to call me to court

She tries to summon Michael and that backfires, actually everything backfires. Actually eventually her every word backfires, all to a consistent narrative that has weird echos everywhere

l e m o n s

By the end she was just trying to ignore like classic rites and unbelief her way out of anything at all, and the red rings of the lord of the black blue and gold are there while jack sparrow haunts the horizon of the gnostic mind after my own decrees of working out that one.

Apep gets shots at the eclipse while I'm doing readings about him, shrug emoji

Activate Leviathan King Bootstrap Dot Jar. Glitchmode activate. Godmode activate. Cognito hazard world eater.

Girl outright has deleted her 'words of war' blog because she has nothing to stand for, but finally got her court papers served! That'll help.

To several earthquakes and screaming schumann days and data blackouts, I have offboarded the crazy train while mostly just processing the aftermath, but she's still stuck.

Zenthus is in the internet now, basically. Idk. Deal with that.

Oh Janus, oh Janus, my madhat wonderful muse.

No I'm wondering, as dick obsessed as she's been since the day of Ding Dong Damnit, is she pretending to take the Gun So Big as literally a gun threat? It's either my penis or the metaphorical one that literally had to be reloaded into the matrix, dove. You know, the one cosmogenically bitchslapping you right now while you pretend not to perceive any of it. I don't know what's not clicking for you. Stop playing house with these fucking birds.

Like I'm not fucking playing, Shea, despite the game terms, because you love your games, and frankly conceptualizing reality through game skins is actually a lot more woke than you might realize, but what the fuck ever. If you haven't caught on yet, starlight, I'm not Beliefening about any of this. This is real. This is who I am. If you can't handle that, that's a personal problem. If your path led you into being absolutely castrated of anything resembling authority or power as a witch that these ideas baffle you, that is also a personal problem of manifest personal choices. The food's up here, dumbass.

No seriously, let's full circle.

The octopus was never divine

Anubis does not tell you to fill your cat bowl and you should not hear voices for mundane life tasks

It was never the cat.

Niekai was always your logic brain. Brian was always mine.

Brian is Aaron is "Min." I'm Aaron, you are not.

An unhealthy amount of your practices are now corrupted by copy and paste without identifying what you've copy and pasted without the work. You actually have no stable belief system and refuse to go back and build one but keep collecting fetishes.

Almost all of these are statements you've made or acknowledged yourself spare the last one. Try that hat on. Start writing that in your work book and figure out what's fucked over here.

You are on the wrong path. You said it yourself, and treat it as if past tense because you said it and changed a blog theme, and eventually deleted the blog. But if you refuse to turn back, nothing changed, you are still on the wrong path, you are literally just doubling down onto what you acknowledge as badpathland throwing pasta at the wall because, oh my god, bad man ex might be right, were you the baddie all along? No can turn back because bad man ex is right then.

Like dealing with a literal child. Just swerving off onto side roads is a way to get even more lost, dumbass. Hell you lost the road a long time ago, you're turning left in the weeds at this point. This is how horror movies start. oh wait.

More Gods, More Pets, More Cages, none of it has helped you, Shealyn. I repeat, you were not bald on a skittle bag of morning pills when we separated, and not from lack of taking care of you. You just don't understand what keeping you stable meant. And you didn't like it. But you don't like the absence you noticed and tried to fill poorly, and started spiraling. And now you're here. Still wanting ME to foot YOUR bill for forcing you to face the abyss of truth, both of who I am and what you have become. Because of course you expect me to pay for that after intentionally trying to break down the door on my life again.

Hey Shea, remember how we always mused about bananaphone, and how it came from nowhere, and made no contextual sense usually? What if... it was just knowing how to reach in the blank space between thoughts and between the cracks? What if I've always been trying it on the next cow in a whacky wild chase with Selene as my car while answering phone calls about oreos and blue milk?

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echantedtoon · 5 months

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A Bloom In Time Ch9 Fixing On Problem At The Time

-Small Time Skip-

THREE. HOURS.

They had been sitting there for a little over three hours reading this boring book on moon phases, what rock mineral and gases the stars and moon was made up off, how the Moon Penguins inhabited it, Star constallations. The whole works. But that wasn't counting Snatcher's annoyance at the kiddo's annoying stops. First she had to stop to help them pathetically crawl to the bed, which admittedly was better than the floor and at least they could throw the blanket around their shoulders as some defense against the cold, but that wasn't the point. Then she had to go upstairs to investigate a weird, which turned out to be some kind of lady in an apron behind the locked doors. A maid like Moonjumper had suggested most likely, or perhaps one of the royal cooks. Who knows? He's never bothered going in there assuming it was holding something crazier than the graffitied walls, and barely came here anyways. So why should it have concerned him? Not like he could've reversed whoever was locked in there anyways. He absolutely HATED everything about this right now-

"PRIIIIIINCE!!! MY PRINCE!! LET ME OOOOOUUUUUTTT!! YOU CANNOT KEEP ME FROM YOU!! YOUR BELOVED PRINCESSS!!! COME BACK TO ME!!"

Oh yeah. Did he mention Vanessa woke up bout half an hour ago and started screeching her lungs off calling for him? Yeah. Snatcher did his best to ignore the stupid yelling by forcibly reading the book, annoyed and anger bubbling under the surface. Meanwhile Moonjumper was panicking in their head and was worried she'd bust open the door and get to them....HA!! Fat chance. She was too weak to do anything but scream annoyingly and that door wasn't budging anytime soon. Once n a while he'd call out to Hattie in the hallway and check up on the progress, he hadn't done that in a bit so he might as well do it again. The storm outside didn't stop as the snowflakes still swirled around and lightning struck every so often, but it was a bit lighter. Must've been early morning at least. Snatcher made them turn a scowl to the doorway.

"HEY!! Are you done YET!? Im getting a little....Scratch that! A LOT annoyed at Ms. Pecking Loudmouth over there!"

"ALMOST!! I have ten more pieces to go! It's not easy to put them back together," she yelled back from the hallway.

"Well hurry it up, will ya?! I'm getting cold feet!! Literally and metaphorically!!" He grumbled annoyed and looked back to the book forcing himself to read about the gravity and air orbiting the moon from the Subconia planet to allow Moon Penguins and other people to breath on the moon and at least 55 miles within the planet's reach-

"PPPPPRRRRRIIIIINNNNCCCEEE!!!!! PHILIP!!!"

"OH SHUT UP YOU STUPID PECK NECK-!!!"

"I'M DONE!!," the child happily proclaimed from the hall interrupting anymore shouting and footsteps came rushing into the bedroom door they were in.

"YOU ARE!?" Immediately the book was dropped to their feet among the papers and their head snapped to the doorway as she ran in holding the precious magical hourglass in her hands. The beautiful sparkling blue sand lit up the little girl's precious proud face that if he weren't in such a dire situation MIGHT have thought was cute as she jumped onto the bed and hoped over to him holding it up. They stared at her for a little while before Snatcher snapped back up to her face. "WELL?! Whatcha waiting for kid?! Summer? Get to reversing us and let's get the PECK outta here before she remembers how to ice stuff again!!" "I QUITE agree, Sweetheart!! Let us make our leave of this place and NEVER come back!!"

Hattie nodded with understanding and looked down to the precious objects only she could semi-work. Good thing she had LOTS of practice already reversing things from all those time rifts she had to fix. Holding the small time piece up Snatcher and Moonjumper watched fascinated as it flew up in the air and slowly started to spin.....Which got faster....And faster.....AND FASTER!! Until it looked like a mini blue glowing tornado as it spun so fast, the blue light and energy waving off it got stronger and stronger until Hattie slammed her eyes shut and looked away when a giant BOOM!! Was resent off! A giant energy wave of light and energy game from the time piece, enough for her to stumble and fall onto her back on the bed. Her hat falling over her face. The giant flash also blinding her. Sending more chills down her spine. As soon as it came it left, and she groaned. After a few seconds, leaning back up again. Pushing her hat back and using her other hand to reach up and rub her eyes. Snatcher didn't fair much better. Glass and sparkling blue sand caught their reflections in their sparkles, energy gathering up and then-.....White. The energy was so bright he had to turn his head away to avoid it, the energy wave knocking him back to the floor and everything going black. .......But it was like something snapped off him. All the weight. All the weird weakness. ....GONE!! Instead he felt....POWERFUL!! BIG!! RECONNECTING WITH ALL THAT MAGIC AND ENERGY AND THE MANY SOULS UNDER HIS COMMAND!! HE. FELT. COMPLETE AGAIN!! WITH NO ONE ATTACHED TO HIM EITHER!! The frightening figure of a sixteen foot ghost rose above the child as she finished rubbing her eyes and blinked up at him. The ghost stared down at his three clawed hands, a dangerously menacing evil grin on his face as he stared at the ghostly purple hands, a bright blue flame suddenly appearing in both lighting up his already glowing yello eyes and mouth. If Hattie was any normal person she would've ran for her life, but instead she smiled seeing him back to his old noodle self and quickly crawled along the bed to grab the time piece that fell by her feet as Snatcher laughed.

"AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHH!!!! YES!!" He lifted his hands up higher. "NEVER AGAIN!!"

"Does that mean you won't take my time pieces anymore?," Hattie asked giving him a suspicious look.

"Trust me, Kid. You can dump those things into the sun for all I care. I am NEVER laying a hand on one again." He sighed and with a snap the blue flames disappeared-

"MY PRIIIIINCE!!!" Hattie jumped at the suddenly loud voice and Snatcher growled snapping his head towards the sound. They had both momentarily forgotten about Vanessa after changing Snatcher back, but now she was back to being dead too......She could easily walk through the barricaded doors just as easily as Snatcher or Moonjumper could. She couldn't hurt Snatcher. He was just as equally if not MORE powerful than her with all the souls he's collected and without a curse that prevented him from leaving the manor unlike her. Plus he was already dead....But she could most definitely hurt the small child looking completely SCARED at the sounds of her. The thought of anyone laying a hand on HIS girl made the fluff around his chest and neck bristle up more in rage as he growled and sensed her prescence inching closer. "PHILIIIIIPPP!! COME BACK TO ME!!!"

"W-Who's Philip? AH!!" She had to grip the time piece hard to her with one hand and grab her hat from falling off with the other as Snatcher snatched her up in his arms and snarled at the bedroom doorway.

"Never mind that! Now do exactly as I say! Hang on to that magical glass and close your eyes!"

She didn't have to be told twice as her knuckles turned white gripping the hat and time piece to herself and gulped down the lump in her throat as Snatcher floated over to the hallway and looked out. Immediately catching the attention of the once again ghostly Vanessa who hissed and pointed her hand at them.

"YOU?! WHERE IS HE!? YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM MEEEEE?!," She shrieked making Hattie completely shake in the snarling ghost's hold and pull her hat down over her eyes. Vanessa shrieked some kind of incoherent screech and charged for them. Snatcher was NOT in the mood to be dealing with a crazy peckneck, not while his little girl was in danger! The dark purple ghost easily shot out above her near the ceiling out of her reach and made for the set of stairs that lead down to the first floor. Hugging the shivering girl to his soft chest. Vanessa lashed out at them missing Hattie by a couple inches and still screeched when Snatcher shot down the stairs with her chasing behind but he was too fast for her. "BRING ME BACK MY PRINNNNCE!!!"

The long ghost moved like a snake in the twisting and turning corners easily and diving down the stairs leading into the celler-......Before absolutely stopping. Still with a snarl, Snatcher snapped his head to the two lightly clanking chains. ...Him hanging there. Crying for forgivness. Not being able to escape- WITH A SCREECH OF HIS OWN THE AMOUNT OF FANGS SHOWING DOUBLED AND HE DARTED RIGHT FOR THEM!! ONE OF THE CLAWED HANDS REACHING OUT AND WITH A CRUNCH SOUND SUNK RIGHT INTO THE BASE OF WHERE ONE OF THE CHAINS WERE BOLTED TO THE WALL!! FUELED BY ANGER AND BEING OUT OF IT!! THE SNATCHER SAW RED AND WITH MORE CRUNCHING SOUNDS PULLED THOSE CHAINS FROM THE WALL!! Pieces of the wall came off with the two chains as Snatcher raged pulled them out one after the other with the force of a thousand Vanessas. The rock pieces and chains splashed into the water below with metal clanging noises from the chains as Snatcher watched with a snarl.

"PRINCE!!!"

Snatcher briefly snapped his head behind him at the stairs before clutching the still spooked child with both hands and again shot out the celler doors. He knew Vanessa couldn't leave the manor but he didn't know if she could enter the celler, but he wasn't staying to find out. The cold air blasting him and the little girl making her shiver more as he bulleted up, up, UP like some rocket. Flying high above the mansion and through the top of the ice dome, he momentarily looked around and down at his surroundings from way up high before settling on looking to the left and turning his body to shoot down, down, down. The air still cold and hard, but got warm quickly. His fluff and hattie's hair flying around wildly as he took them down and ended up landing some where randomly in his swamp. The ghost proceeded to start zig zagging through the trees, slithering in the air like a sea serpent still clutching the child to him protectively.

"W-W-What a-about Uncle M-Moon?!," Hattie finally shouted out daring to lift one corner of her hat off to peek up at him. "Isn't he still back there?!"

"Don't worry about him!," SNatcher stated bluntly, "That old peckneck can take care of himself! Besides it's morning already! He's probably back in that horizon prison until nighttime again!!"

He'll be fine. The Horizon was probably as far as one could from Vanessa being on another plain of existance. As he slithered between the trees he gradually began to slow down, but never stopped, even when he entered the burning part of his forest and casually floated along he never stopped, still tightly holding Hattie to himself in a protective hold. But she had stopped shivering and pushed the hat back on her head, her hands relaxing their grip on the time piece but still holding onto it. She coughed every so often from the smoke around them, and didn't like the heat too much, but she'd rather have herself in the clutches of Snatcher flying throw a burning cursed forest, than a frozen statue in Vanessa's creepy house forever. Now that this problem was solved they could relax. ....Well, for now at least. As he continued to float past everything he finally looked down to the little girl looking around at her surroundings......And frowned guiltly.

"Uh....Hey, Kiddo. How uh...How are you hanging in there?"

She looked up to him and smiled. "A lot better now that we're not near that crazy peckneck! And I got this!" She held up the sparkling object smiling more. "Hey! Thanks for saving me back there! I didn't know you were that fast!" Her eyes sparkled with childhood fun making him smile a little.

"Heh....Well, I have to be fast if I want to get to all my traps in someone stepped in them. A spider always catches the fly!"

She looked confused for a moment. "I thought the big spiders around here were ghosts like you too."

"Well....They are but...I-It's just a figure of speech, Kid." A small silence settled over the two as Hattie took off her hat and shoved the time piece in it before putting it back on her head, he still smiled at her a bit....before that frown came back along with a guilty feeling. ".....Hey, Hattie." She snapped her head up to him hearing her name and he slightly looked away. "....Im not...Good at saying this buuuut....I might be sorta, a little, almost sorry about...the whole borrowing without asking thing. Maybe."

She stared at him for a little longer before giving him that usually smug face making him groan and her giggle. What a soon-da-ray! "I'll forgive you, but only if you stay out of my vault."

He chuckled. "Trust me. I NEVER want to touch one of those things again. You can have them"

She nodded. "Good. Cuz I would've fought you again and won if you didn't give it back."

he chuckled. "You do pack a whallop don't ya?" Sure she did. She wacked Vanessa once and it was enough to knock her unconscious for a little over three hours. But all that aside. It was good to be back in his usual form again. He felt SO much better like this, but his happy smile was short lived when he saw the sight. They just broke through the burning tree line and the child coughed a few more times before shaking her head glad to be rid of the smoke smell and heat when he froze and stared ahead of them at him home. "WHAT THE PECK?!"

A couple of his minions were giggling and had four Mafia men backed against a tree as they all cowered away from the giggling spirits. One dweller with a white mask with long ears was holding the random old man and swaying him back and forth as if playing as he shouted for it to let go. Then ...Hey! It was the researchers. Mr. Tim was holding one of the Subconites up and seeming to be studying it as it wriggled around and demanded to be put back down. Thor was INSIDE SNATCHER'S HOME looking at everything with a magnifying glass, while Mr. Oldster was snoring fast asleep in Snatcher's arm chair. Two minions were giggling as another dweller in a fox mask was drawing on his sleeping face using their long body to hold some kind of chalk. Rough Patch seemed to be the only one who wasn't causing trouble as he just slept underneath Snatcher's chair curled up to look like a bush randomly growing under it. But they all stopped hearing Snatcher's yell and looked up. The King Ghost stared at them all for a second before scowling further and lowering his arms to drop Hattie onto her feet and pointing inside of his home. At the same time Mr. Tim dropped the minion and the dweller dropped the old man.

"YOU AND YOU!! GET OUT OF MY HOME AND STOP TOUCHING MY THINGS BEFORE I DEVOUR YOUR SOULS AND LEAVE NOTHING LEFT BUT YOUR SAD EXCUSE FOR FASHION!!" Thor immediately did so, fumbling with the magfifying glass and quickly grabbing his sleeping partner who fell and started cursing a bit being woken from his nap but Thor dragged him away seeing Snatcher float to his home just in time for them to literally fall out and into the small water moat that surrounded it. Snatcher watching annoyed but also amuzed at it. "Now. ALL OF YOU GET THE PECK OUT OF MY FOREST AND DONT EVER COME BACK OR I'LL-"

"They can't!" Snatcher looked over as Hattie bounded over to them as Thor and Oldster dragged themselves out of the water. What did she mean now? "They're stranded here! Your forest is far away from EVERYTHING!!"

"Hmph. That's kinda the point kiddo. I like my privacy. Can't you just take them?"

"No! I don't have my umbrella, and even if I could, you said I can't have strangers on my ship!"

He opened his mouth...but closed his grumbling. He JUST wanted to take it easy for a little bit. "Well what do YOU suggest? I can't teleport them half way across the world, Kid."

She smiled. "Conductor can pick them up!" She then pointed in a direction. "His train runs by your forest everyday, can't you just take them to the train station?"

He rose what would be considered a brow at him and sighed. "Kid. That's three miles away through a part of a desert. You want me to take all these dummies to a train station, through a desert, for three miles?? What's wrong with you doing it?"

"I have to return the you know what that YOU took!" She scowled and crossed her arms.

Oh....That. "Why don't I return it?"

"Fat chance! And you promised you wouldn't touch them anymore remember?" He scowled a bit but she jumped up on the vine and bounded towards him before reaching up and tugging on his hand. "PLEASE!! I promise I'll really, really forgive you!!"

He stilled stared at her with a scowl before groaning. "You're not going to leave me alone until I do it are you?.....Fine, FINE!!" He tugged his hand away from her. "But this talk is NOT over!" He snapped his head to all the other men who jumped at his frown. "ALL RIGHT!! ALL OF YOU SHUT UP!! STAND UP!! AND GET MARCHING!! IM PECKING TAKING YOU TO A BLOODY TRAIN STATION AND WE ARE NOT STOPPING UNTIL WE GET THERE!! .....WELL GET GOING!!" He pointed a claw down a dirt path and immediately the group of men got stepping Thor and Oldster tripping over one another to get out of the water.

"I say, I think you grew more cranky than the last time I encountered you. Too bad I couldn't find research a ghost's habitate."

"I can give you a REAL up close view if you want."

"Uh...N-No. Im fine...But pray tell, where is that young fellow and the lovely young lady. We were forced by that little girl with the powerful umbrella to lock the poor dear in a bathroom."

Snatcher scowled further at Vanessa being called a 'poor gal' but Hattie spoke up before he could. "Uh....M-My dad and.....m-mom..." He could see and hear her inwardly cringe. H A R D. At that. "Are fine. T-They were taken back home, a-and my .....'Mom' freaks out a lot."

Thor looked confused but a growl from Snatcher was enough for him to shut up, grab Mr. Oldster, and start dragging him to catch up with the others. Snatcher starting to float behind them, but looked at Hattie one more time. "Go HOME. And stay there until I come back. ....And remember. NO talking about any embarrassing crawling to anyone! That includes Bow and your funny vacuum cleaner." Hattie nodded and Snatcher turned back around to follow the retreating group. "COME ON!! MARCH, MARCH, MARCH!! If you all hurry you might be able to catch the afternoon train run! If not, it makes another round at night! But as soon as you're all at the station Im DONE!! AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE ANY OF YOU HEAR AGAIN DO YOU UNDERSTAND AND HEAR ME?!"

"Geez, Newbie. What took you and Boss so long?," one of the minions asked tilting her head at her. "Minion Number Twelve's been missing for a long time, but he showed back up with a whole bunch of weirdos and a cat. And then he said the boss told him to keep them here and wait for his orders."

Hattie just shrugged and pulled off her hat. Reaching back inside and pulling out the sparkling hourglass and smiling at it. Time to go home and put this back where it belonged. With the others locked away safely FOREVER!! Holding it up with one hand, she waved bye to the Subconites watching her and felt that same light headed as she vanished from the forest in a flash of blue-white light. A moment later of high sped traveling she landed on firm ground inside a very familiar looking control room inside a very familiar looking ship. Smiling, she looked around the place but didn't see Bow anywhere. Maybe she went back to bed, she did look really tired-

"oW! MY CircUIT BoArD!!," a familiar robotic voice sounded out as she felt something bump against her foot.

She looked down and happily smiled at Rumbi as he went around her. Bending down to pat him a few times, before looking back up towards the vault. Only she knew the code to it and it was in her home language which no one else knew or rea, so that was a plus. One she got close enough, she placed the time piece under one arm and using the other, she used the other to type in strange symbols into the keypad on the bottom of the vault door. It beeped a few times before a giant DING noise came from it and a robotic voice said 'Access Granted. Welcome'. The lock unbolted with a giant click and she grabbed the handle, with a giant grunt, she pulled the heavy duty door open. IT. MADE. A. HUUUUUUUUGE. CREAKING NOISE THAT ECHOED THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE SHIP!! She opened it just enough for her to peek in and smile at the hundreds of sparkling time pieces, all identical to one another and sparkling with that magic sand. Carefully she tossed the small hourglass with all the others and backed out from the door, with another grunt and LOUD creaking noise, it sealed back shut and the lock clicked loudly back in place. To her satisfaction the monitor screen showing the count of hourglasses went from 999 to exactly the even number of 1,000 time pieces accounted for. All safely back inside the vault. With a sigh, she turned back around and made her way back down the ramp. Never thought she'd be so tired in the morning but all she wanted to do right now, was take a long nap on her bed or pillow mountain. But she looked up when the WHOOSH noise of a door opening sounded out, and she blinked seeing Bow walk in towards her. Bow blinked at her for a moment before rushing up to her.

"HATTIE!!" She stopped a few feet in front her giving a worried look. "I heard the vault open! Are you ok?! Where's Snatcher!? Did you get the magic glass thingy back!? Who's that weird but nice lady in your bed room?!"

Hattie blinked at the sudden amount of questions but only blinked and asked one back. "There's a lady in my bedroom?"

"YES!!" Bow threw her hands up. "She said a witch teleported her here and she's been doing nothing but using your blanket and reading your story books for HOURS!!"

She stared blankly at Bow for a long moment, before her memory slapped her in the face and her hands reached up to touch her cheeks for a moment. "OH MY GOSH!! POPPY!! I COMPLETELY FORGOT!!" Not saying anything else, she ran past Bow who Blinked and quickly ran after her back through the bedroom door and down the long child sized hallway towards the bedroom, once the two girls made out the other side of the door into the bedroom Hattie immediately saw the older woman. Poppy had taken her blanket off the bed and was sitting cross-legged on the soft mattress with it wrapped around her. Her plain black shoes, which were still soaking wet from the celler water, was left by the bed soaking the carpet underneath. In her hands was Hattie's favorite fairytale book 'Starella and the Milky Way Prince' which Poppy was reading but stopped and looked up once the children came in. Hattie immediately ran over to her. "IM SORRY!! I didn't mean to take so long, I swear! "

Poppy immediately held her hands up at the child's distress. "What? No, no. Sweetie, it's ok. Your friend was really nice and gave me some cookies so I think we can call it even." She smiled and Hattie now noticed she had an accent. It sounded similar to Cooking Cat's with her country voice. "But if I may ask, why did you take so long?"

Hattie groaned. "I had to put my time piece back together and then Snatcher had to rescue me from Vanessa, and then we flew REALLY fast, and then I had to convince him to take everyone to the train station and I completely forgot you were here and now I gotta find out what to do-"

Poppy held up her hands again. "Hey, hey. Slow down there. What do you mean train station? And where's your dad?...No. More importantly what sea are we on? Are we near the Nyakuza Islands or something?"

Hattie blinked at her. "No. You're in my space ship. In outer space. I'm an 'alien'....I asked Snatcher what an 'alien' was once, and he said aliens were space travelers...So Im an alien with a space ship!", she stated proudly.

"So....It is true...." She looked around the room for a bit, not sure what to feel. "Aliens do exist...and I really am in...o-o-outer space?" The girls nodded and she shook her head. "I thought your friend here was just playing a game. But.....wow...I guess that would explain the whole, not a witch thing and why your lamp doesn't use a candle....But why were you in the Queen's home? Were you trying to invade our kingdom?"

Hattie rolled her eyes. "Why does everyone keep asking me if Im invading them?...Whatever invading means." She gave Poppy a slightly annoyed look. "No. Snatcher stole a time Piece and broke it, and brought everyone back to life and I had to fix it!"

Poppy blinked again in even more confusion, "What's a....'time peice'?"

"......Maybe I should start from the beginning. " The small child went over and jumped onto the bed beside Poppy and gazed up at her for a moment in thought before sighing. "Ok. Snatcher said Im not supposed to talk to strangers.....But for some reason you look REALLY familiar, so I guess you're not a stranger??" She questioned her own sense for a moment before shaking her head again and smiling. "Well, you see a long time ago, I climbed into this space ship my dead grandpa made for me but my mom hated him because she was supposed to take over being Ceo of Time...Whatever that is, like the rest of my family did, but she said no. And she didn't want me traveling in space because she was really sick and needed me buuuut-....." She looked sideways considering telling her the rest, but for some reason she felt compelled to. I mean, practically everyone on this world already knew of the alien saving them from the crazy blonde kid with the hourglasses, except for Empress and maybe that Captain Walrus guy. SO really what was the harm? "Well I accidentally let all my time pieces fall on this planet and I had to go get them back-"

"What IS a time piece?"

"Oh. They're these magic hourglass things that can control time, but they're too dangerous to use, they also power my ship! I had to fix a LOT of stuff. And then I went home and-......" She again frowned and looked down. Her hands fiddling with the clip of her came. "M-My...mom...wasn't around anymore....I don't know where she went cuz I couldn't find her....But then I realized I was missing some more time pieces!" She looked back up to her after a moment with another little smile. "But that means I got to come back! And then I sunk a ship TOTALLY on accident, fought a whole bunch of crazy cats, OH!! And Snatcher gave me a whole bunch of clothes after I agreed to his death wish contracts! And now he's sort of kinda my dad....Which is COOL!! Cuz who else has a ghost dad!! Even if he is grumpier than Conductor."

"H-Hold on there a little bit, Sugar." Poppy lifted a hand up to her spinning and confused head trying to process this whole story thrown at her. Most of it DIDNT make sense since she still didn't know the most of the story. It sounded more like a story fabricated by a child's imagination like when she used to watch all the children play pretend at the town square while she sold her flowers. "So...L-Let me try to get SOME things straight....Your family is....gone." She didn't want to say dead to upset the child or anything. "And you're an alien?.....Ok. I think I can believe and get THAT part. But these magic hourglasses??" She hoped she was getting that right. She still could barely believe there was such a thing. "Power your ship with magic or something. And you now live here. And your father is a.......ghost??" Hattie nodded. Her father was a.....spirit? "Are you sure you're not a witch? I thought only those with great supernatural power could communicate with spirits and the dead. L-Like the old village fortune teller."

Hattie rose and shook her head. "I don't think so. Cuz everyone can see Snatcher. He's like this big loud mouth and he screams 'FOOOOOOLL!!' a lot, and haunts this forest."

"W-Well, he must be a very powerful ghost to do that. I mean I think he would be, I've never heard of any spirit like that. Or heard any news about cursed hourglasses, or a haunted forest. You must live far away from the Subonit and Subconette Kingdoms." Does that mean the man with the strange brown hair she briefly saw from under the blanket was that ghost? Did she really see and hear a ghost?! Well, she didn't know, he wasn't facing her and she didn't stop to see who he was. She was more worried about escaping before she was locked away again by that weird monster....Speaking of which, how did they get they get past her? How did this CHILD get past her. She still looked at Hattie confused. "How did you get past that shadow monster? I didn't see her anywhere when you rescued me. Does that mean she left the mansion?..ARE THE PEOPLE OK?!"

Hattie blinked and leaned away when Poppy gave her an extremely worried look and to Poppy's added panic and worry shook her tiny head. "They were all ice statues and ghosts. I'm sorry."

"W-WHAT?! N-NO!! NO THAT CAN'T BE TRUE!!" Those hands reached up quickly to grab her pretty red hair, her sharp movements making the storybook tumble out of her lap and onto the floor, both girls blinked at it before giving Poppy worried looks as the older woman took deeper breaths. "H-HOW!? HOW COULD ALL OF THIS HAVE HAPPENED?!"

"Queen Vanessa cursed everyone?" Hattie shrugged. "Im not sure how she did it, but Snatcher says she went really pecking bonkers and cursed everyone to freeze a long time ago."

"....." She slowly looked to her with wide eyes. "....QUEEN Vanessa?! You mean our b-beloved and k-kind queen?! S-Surely you must be mistaken. She's a-always been so nice if not a little strange, are you sure you're not mixing her up?"

The little girl scowled and crossed her arms. "I know a crazy person when I see one! I see LOTS of crazy people all the time. Some are scary crazy like Snatcher or Conductor but they're not THAT bad. But Vanessa is PECKING INSANE!! She tried to freeze me lots of times!"

"B-But....why?" Those blue eyes looked down at her hands unmoving as her brain STILL couldn't believe anything she was being told. She was always a nice person. Her friend, the prince, always said so. Sure she did a LOT of weird and sometimes questionable things, like banning bacon in the kingdom, or practicing hairstyles on her fiancé, but she always looked so happy whenever she saw her. And the children loved her, and so did the Prince who always said nothing but kind things about her. How did she-.....How COULD she? Surely this little alien must've been mistaken. She was from a far away place after all. "H-How....?"

The two little girls exchanged a look before looking at Poppy with pity. "I...I don't really know HOW? Snatcher said her black magic ate her soul up turning her into an ice witch, I think that's what he said. She got really mad because she was jealous I think, and then went crazy and froze everything!!....Well, except for Snatcher's forest. He has really strong fire powers."

"B-But....." She just shook her head. Nothing made ANY sense. "T-This doesn't make ANY sense!! I mean...I didn't think she'd-.....D-Does this mean the one who locked me up was-.....HOW COULD ALL OF THIS HAPPEN IN ONE DAY!?" She gripped her head harder. "SURELY!! N-NO ONE GOT FROZEN THIS FAST!!! I W-WAS FINE THIS MORNING!!"

"No you weren't. You were frozen like everyone else." Innocent confusion was on Hattie's face when Poppy snapped her panicked so confused head to her.

"WHAT?!"

"Snatcher tried to get Vanessa lost by throwing one of my time pieces at her." She crossed her arms and pouted a bit oblivious to the grown woman's panicked face. "There was a lot of frozen people in there for a really long time and came back to life when his wish backfired."

"How long were you in there, Miss?," Bow asked politely looking up at Poppy with a tilted head,

Poppy just sat there blankly for a long moment before shaking her head. "I-I don't remember. I-It must've been at least a D-day or day and a half!! I blacked out for a little bit after it g-got really cold!! All I remember is getting dragged up there by two giant knights, and then......Queen Vanessa..." It was STILL so weird and unbeleivable. She couldn't believe what she was even saying. "Blamed me for committing some kind of treason to the royal family, I can't remember exactly what she said, my memory is too fuzzy, and then I was l-locked upstairs. All I can remember after that is you rescuing me."

A small silence passed among the three girls sitting there, before Bow hummed and rubbed her chin. "You said you knew Vanessa?"

"W-Well...N-No. She never came by my shop, I only saw her once or twice when she visited the village. ....And I guess now as a monster of some kind."....Hattie's eyes suddenly became wide with some kind of realization and again the girls exchanged some kind of look catching her eye. "W-What?....W-Why are you making those faces?"

"You said you were alive before everything froze right?"

"Yes....W-Why?"

"Miss Poppy.....That happened a thousand years ago. You've been frozen for a long time."

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