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denim-devil · 2 years

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Reflections // A.B

Anthony Bridgerton x Male reader

Request — Maybe a lil fic where he and reader are like best friends and they're at a ball after it's been announced Anthony's looking for a wife and reader can clearly see he's dying from how busy he is having to be dancing with everyone so he convinces him to sneak outside anywayyy whilst outside they have like a lil chat and readers like 'are you sure you even want this' and Anthony starts waffling about duty so reader asks again, because he didn't really answer, yada yada uhh they secretly have crushes on each other, can go either way in terms of fluff or angst tho like they want to be together but know that they can't ect shdjfbgn

Genre — Fluff/Slight Angst

Seasons…one after the other went by as quickly as the years had themselves, a new diamond, ready to face her maturity, at a chance of the life everyone dreamed of.

But you, you were always worried for these things. Anthony Bridgerton was your friend, Best friend, you couldn’t help but want the best of for him, the up-most respect to such a man of power and riches, of handsomeness and quick wit.

Knowledge reeked from the man, as much as the after-shave he so profoundly dusted himself with every morning before his outing’s. You couldn’t handle being near him for long period’s of time without catching yourself staring to long, listening to the rather…interesting statements he has to offer.

You were captivated by the eldest Bridgerton, but you’ve been smart about it, kept it to yourself, a secret of some-sorts, but you always questioned the thoughts, the feelings, was it really worth it? To sit and admire, to nor touch or act.

The clack of heels approached your room. Immediately you gathered yourself, wiping away the tears that had began welling at the base of your eyes, scurrying from the seat you had taken at the window, you breathe, composing yourself, preparing for the light knock at your door.

“Come in”

You hush, low and quiet, still overcome by such thoughts and emotions…you could never love in such a way as you did with the Viscount, even if it was just unrequited.

Your eyes fall upon your mother, her beautiful brown bejewelled hair resting perfectly atop of her hair, yellow ribbons to match the breath-taking gown she wore with pride, she looked well.

“Morning mother, may I ask, what is the meaning of such eagerness?” You could see it in the way she walked towards you, her smile beaming and her skin replenished. She swiftly handed you the leaflet, the light, brownish paper soft yet firm in your hands.

“The Bridgertons my dear, our sweet friends have invited us to their very own annual ball!” She explained, although it wasn’t much of a surprise, Anthony must of put a word in for you both.

You smiled weakly at the paper, fingers trailing over the fancy-styled writing neatly scattered across the page, big and bold, like the Viscount himself. You could be happy…but with the new season, the new diamond quickly approached, you couldn’t face Anthony ever with such jealousy.

“A very nice gesture, don’t you think Mama?” You question, turning to the clock seated above the door, the time struck mid-day, a few hours before you had to succumb to your doom, panic sat in the pit of your stomach, but you smiled, big and bright, enough to appease your mother.

She nodded before twisting on her heal.

“We don’t have much time now, gather what you can and I’m sure we can find something…beautiful, maybe it’s your lucky night, hmm?”

You nod, watching her leave, the door following her suit, closing behind her.

You sigh, could Anthony be up to such foolery…or were you destined to see your best-friend’s heart be won over by the diamond…

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Your eyes glued to the beautiful flowers that secured most of the entrance to the ballroom itself. Many windows scattered across the building allowing the golden hue of the fascinating lighting to practically glow from the outside.

The long path leading towards the door was daunting but you clutched at your jacket, pulling at it to distract you from the growing butterflies in your stomach.

The night was young, much like most of the guests who you followed inside, eager girls gathering with friends, gossiping about who they had set their very eyes on for the night.

You found events like this to be tedious in ways once couldn’t explain. In someways it did make your blood boil but you couldn’t pass up in the opportunity to see the Viscount, who you claimed as a close friend.

Even so that had you questioning why you held Anthony to such…standards when he had a reputation to keep up with, connections he squawked with in the early hours of the afternoon.

You really had no interest to find yourself someone when your desire belonged else where. Almost immediately you escaped your mother’s side, sneaking off into one of the more discreet corners of the lively room.

You watched the ballroom scene unfold before you, the light chattering, the playful teasing and touches, the drinks still mostly full, the swaying of fabric and the clattering of heels, it had you yearning for the end already.

You watch the doors to the beautiful build open, following with four members of the honourable Bridgerton family, including Lady Violet, and of course The Viscount himself, Anthony.

Your eyes settle upon the single Bridgerton. You feel lost for a second, watching as they make themselves be known. The light chattering could be heard from where you were stood.

“It truly is a sparse crop”

Anthony’s uncertainty faded once his eyes settled upon your own, his lips folded into a more serious look then he would usually have plastered upon his face.

“Oh, I’m sure there is someone here who will charm you!” His mother claims but she failed to realise the looks you both shared, the dismay both of you felt at this present moment.

You flashed him a weak smile, something you would usually do when you were feeling uncomfortable. Anthony had the sense to walk over and cradle you in his arms, to check on you and see if you were feeling just fine…but he couldn’t.

“After all this is the season, the Viscount tends to find a wife!”

Silence fell over the room, much like calm before the storm. You watched Anthony’s expression change almost immediately, his eyebrows crumpling and eyes widening as the women veered there heads.

“You honestly just did that?” He claimed, she only chuckled before allowing her son to be swallowed up by the crowd of eager women. Each lady pushed her hand forward asking for a dance, each chanting his name as a man would to his dog.

You chuckled lightly to cover up the feeling of sadness that clung to your chest, so you left, Anthony watching the back of you as you swiftly exited the busy room.

You always found Anthony would come running after you this way, he usually did, why would today be any different? The Viscount buried his love for you, swallowing each time his feelings came to the tip of his tongue.

Somehow, the charming elder Bridgerton managed to escape the ensemble of women, and slip outside for a breather. Adrenaline ran through his veins, after knowing of your presence the Viscount was a noticeable mess, sweat beading at his brow.

The yearning he felt for you was indescribable, it hurt with every inch of his being not to hold you close and call you his, but to use you and spill every desire he has had about you.

Your eyes settle upon the deranged Bridgerton, his worried look disappearing almost completely once he looked your way.

“Are you quite alright my Lord?”

He nods, but makes his way over to your side, sitting down next to you on the bench placed outside. The silence fell over the both of you until you decided to break the air.

“A-Are you sure you want this?”

The question at first threw Anthony off guard, so much so he glared at you with his hazel orbs, looking for the answer he so desired to all of his questions.

Deep down Anthony understood that he could never have you nor could he ever lay a hand on you, it wasn’t right, loving another man. But he couldn’t help it.

His lips quivered, his chest tight with every single emotion he could feel. His eyes travelled across your body, from your own downwards towards your pretty set of lips.

“I am v-very sure I want this, It’s a Viscount’s job- no it’s the way of a Viscount’s life- I possibly couldn’t live my life the way I-“

You cut him off with an unwanted sigh. He didn’t understand. The risk of you both falling even deeper into these…feelings had no pressure over your own head, but it was clear as day Anthony was struggling to accept all of how he felt.

“Don’t you understand? I thought to myself, of all people my “best friend” would understand my struggles as Lord and Viscount to the Bridgerton family-“

You scoffed, shaking your head once again at slightly older male. He questioned his words every time they emptied from his mouth, but your reaction’s were like a thin but sharp dagger, cutting him deep.

“No…I don’t think I do…please elaborate! You can’t keep doing this-“

He huffed, his tongue rolling back to confine his confession of love which he held over his head each day, but you were right, he couldn’t live his life a lie…but he also couldn’t…he just couldn’t.

“Please…”

His much larger hands wrapped themselves around your own, holding them softly but within a tight grip, enough to secure them in place for awhile.

“I-I…I do love you…you must understand that I-“

Anthony’s words physically trapped themselves, practically drowning him. Doubt travelled through his body like adrenaline. You were like a drug that he couldn’t quite stop himself from wanting…from taking.

You slightly squeeze his hands showing a sign of comfort. You could understand the burden of these feelings and how it affected your every day life…but you couldn’t live your life a lie.

“A-Anthony…”

You words were a mere whisper to the Lord, which happen to pass over his head as he drew a near, hot breathe fanning against your now heated cheeks.

His lips were parted, brown hazel’s searching for the “yes”. It felt like an eternity before his soft lips clashed with your own softly, his hands moving from you own to around your waist.

Time slowed, as if it was a sacred item nobody could afford, Anthony’s tongue slipping into your mouth, battling with your own.

You inhale sharply when a hands of his travels down your side, grasping at your hip, you return the favour by sliding your own hand down until it’s resting on the small of his back, pulling a tiny moan out of him.

Anthony’s had you yearning and craving more like a shot right into your veins, but neither of you were ready for what would happen if you didn’t put the brakes on right this second.

You pulled back, eyes lingering over how distressed face. His cheeks a light dusting of red, his collar slightly crinkled and messy from the close contact. You were truly stunned, enough so to not have the ability to form words.

His breathing turned to pants, the clear stirring inside of his under-garments was obvious, the small mount sat perfectly between his legs, shifting the focus slightly. You watch the Viscount slowly but surely turn to you once again.

“I’m not sure what came over me-“

You pecked him on the lips before standing up, ushering yourself to scurry away from the scene leaving a distraught and giddy Viscount.

Anthony understood the level of risk he was not only placing on himself, and his family but his reputation to, but if anything it pushed him more towards you, the only person he desired to spend the rest of his life with…

The Viscount, Lord Bridgerton was in love…hopelessly in love.

#male reader #x male reader #Bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #fluff #slight angst #as he should 😌

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empire-antz-stalker · 2 years

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Gorillaz members apologizing to their s/o - headcanon

I FINALLY GOT INSPO TO WRITE SOMETHING AGAIN YAY (i have a raging headache this is a cry for help)

Murdoc:

this man will be petty ASF

"i just don't see where you think i did wrong, luv!"

often feels better off not talking, rather than apologizing

eventually comes around though

but NOT before trying to gaslight you into believing he didn't do whatever he did

or that you're the one to blame,,

"fine. i'm sorry that you think what i did was wrong. that good enough for ya', darlin'?"

says it while grinning like an idiot, ofc.

even when this mf knows that he should be apologizing, he'd never miss the chance to annoy you in the process

knows how to push your buttons;

also will try to include a sexual joke or some shit to lighten the mood (it never does)

you always forgive him in the end, because still, what's not to love about an old green man with temperament issues??!??!?!?!

go figure

Noodle

tbh it depends on what she'd be sorry for

if it's something like breaking something of yours, she'd not only ask forgiveness, but also help repair it

on the other hand, if it's something that she finds small or insignificant, she refuses to apologize

usually does this in the heat of the argument

"i love you, darling, but i won't be the first to say sorry."

just puts it behind her and leaves it to be

she may feel guilty sometimes, and try to make it up to you somehow

especially if you're really sad about what happened,,

perhaps by making dinner for the two of you, or inviting you for a romantic netflix + chill night together

somehow, you manage to get the apology out of her, eventually

"ugh. i guess i can't help but fall for your charm. i'm sorry, my flower."

tries to sound like she hates it, rolling her eyes;

doesn't help that she's smiling through every word tho

Russel

not many arguments going on between the two of you,,

usually, the two of you just work it out right then and there

otherwise, he only refuses to say sorry up to a certain point, then gets tired of it and apologizes anyway

"okay, whatever. i'm sorry, cupcake."

adds in an extra hug, too; for good measure

litterally the cutest guy ever

says sorry so often that apologizing isn't even a problem

no but like literally everything

mf bumps into a chair and says sorry

#2d gorillaz #gorillaz hc #gorillaz headcanons #gender neutral reader #gender neutral s/o #gorillaz #gorillaz hcs #gorillaz meme #gorillaz noodle #headcanon prompts #murdoc gorillaz #gorillaz murdoc #gorillaz russel #murdoc niccals #stuart pot #noodle #russel hobbs

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eruhatesu · 2 years

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Eru! You’re my expert in all things Gojohime so idk if you know any good fics you’d recommend? I’ve read a couple but I feel like I haven’t found one I’ve really like in a while so idk if you have any 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 preferably if the trope is “playboy but soft for that one girl” cuz I am BASIC

hehe omg! anon am not updated with fics as of writing but here are some that reminded me of that trope >:3 hehehe you can also find my fic rec here (CODE3:41) it's sfw and nsfw so pick your cherry hehhe

some arent finished tho holy shit the plot is so fucking good. hope this helps!!

friday night

by bbykuroo21 | chapter 19/? | angst, third party, canon compliant

Pleasing a man was never her priority, the hell she cares on what others think about her. She’d rather spend her time getting strong to be able to fight off curses and to guide her students. But for the first time in ten years, ever since hearing those words from Gojo, she became conscious on how to present herself to others, more importantly to him.

READ HERE

never saw you coming

by ashittywriter | chapters 12/? | AU, accidental pregnancy, one night stand, slow burn

CEO Gojo Satoru have it all. Pleasing to the eye and perfectly content with his neverending escapades with women. That was until his entire world crashed and burned when Utahime Iori came into his life. Or may be, it was just falling into place.

READ HERE

sugar? yes please.

by wittlemiyas | gojohime au | twitter thread fic rec by @tonitart

In a desperate attempt to pay for her family loans, Iori Utahime ended up searching for a sugar daddy who turned out to be more than she bargained for, her boss, the "Gojo Satoru".

READ HERE

the truth in flowers

by emerald waves | completed | emperor gojo, garderner uta rec by @tonitart <3

Being chosen by the planet, Gojo Satoru has known it's his destiny to be the next Emperor since he was born. He yearns for something more when he looks out at the palace garden and meeting Iori Utahime, he's convinced he may have finally found it

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I hope u have fun, reading anon! :)

#gojohime #ask eru #gouta #gojo x utahime #gouta fic rec!

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kusanalogy · 2 years

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Date ideas with them :)

Author's note: Stolen from my old blog from april-may that you cant find anymore, this one was my first try so srry if its kinda bad. pretty short too, I did edit it a bit but not too much, anyways lmk if this shows up in the tags :) the og post didnt show up before 💀

More notes: requests and asks are open‼

Characters: keqing, kazuha and ganyu x gn!reader (separately)

Keqing

I heard she liked shopping, so she might like a shopping date with you

Yk, just taking a stroll in liyue harbor hoping to find something interesting

Took a lot of convincing for the yuheng to take a break so she herself could have a date with you :')

She wants you have a good time, so no budget even tho you said its ok if there is-

She doesnt completely spoil you tho, she lets you make your own choices

She tries to carry all your bags but she only manages to carry so much 😭

Pls help her

Anyways, she takes you to dinner after that and thanks you for the day

Kazuha

Jsfxixjnnsxkcksn

If you can sing or play an instrument...

MUSIC AT THE SEA SHORE

If you can't tho, dont worry i think you could still accompany him somehow

back to topic

Not sure who would bring the idea up first, it just comes up and yall are there

Idk what else to say abt this hc, just use your imagination

OH and also

Laying on his lap while he recites poems

😍😍😍😍😍yes

You fall asleep afterwards, cant blame you bc his voice is pretty calming

Ganyu

I think she would like a flower picking date!

when she has a break, she uses it to spend time with you

you found her eating a flower near qingce village- she noticed you and got so embarrased 😭

you tried to calm her down, afterwards you had an idea

and thats how it went

she found lotsss of interesting flowers and shared some stories about it to you

fast forward, you both made flower crowns for eachother :)))

you both took pictures of eachother with your kamera as the beautiful scenery of liyue was behind the both of you

She wasnt so shy about it 😇 after all her y/n was there, there wasnt any reason to worry

#kazuha x reader #ganyu x reader #keqing x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin hcs #genshin headcanons #kazuha #ganyu #keqing #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha fluff #🍀▪︎genshin writings

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ka1t0-s · 1 year

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I've been loving nightbringer so much so far-- I think it's the first time in obey me history I've caught up to the last lesson that's out (which will probably change w due time, I'm terrible at keeping my cards lvled up) and the story has been fun for me so far. I havent played obey me since like early 2022-- so this is quite nostalgic yet fresh for me.

but anyways, the music battles r fine, controls weirded me out at first but I can manage. it was more jarring how the songs used were remixed and nightcored ver. of obey me songs. rlly putting the night in nightbringer I see.

however, speaking on the plot, I find that it had some missed potential? like no one else would care tbh and I can understand why but. THE DOMESTICALITY?? THE BROTHERS SETTLING INTO HOL??? missed opportunity may I say I'd EAT THAT UP!!

like screw (affectionately, I dont hate this game) the "oh we had it modified to suit our tastes" and now everyone's room looks exactly like how they do in present time. I do understand why they do, and this isnt a case of me being like "grrr they are using the same assets!! they're so lazy boo blah blah blah" as for how rarely weve seen their room in the main story it doesnt matter. its just been a few messily scenes.

but NO. show me asmo fretting over how his room isnt pretty enough. how he needs flowers decorating his room, or vines, or gahh-- anything with some life and freshness and beauty in here because his pink bedsheets are NOT enough.

give lucifer considering his room fine and then instantly stumbling across a cursed item shop, buying some if not most of the stock and then spending a solid hour or two muttering to himself about how this should go here, or how disappointing it is that an item's too big for the spot he pictured it.

let me watch as satan buys up half the bookstore and instead of placing them on his half full shelves, start to slowly pile em up on his floor. LET ME SEE SATAN SLOWLY START THE BOOK PILE PROIR TO HIS ROOM BEING COVERED END TO END IN BOOKS!!!

or mammon. like cmon this man did NOT always have a pooltable or car in his room. show me how he gets a car, or more importantly how it ends up in his room. I'd always assumed his room was connected to a garage of sorts, but seeing as his is on the second floor I doubt that to be the case anymore. fr tho how did he get it in there? magic or smth? have barb teleport it in??

the twins... well I think they have the most believable room of the boys. they're twins, they want to share a room, they have it modified to look both red and purple, compared to whatever colors it was before. overall, they dont do much in that room, beel works out and sleeps there(obv) and bel also just sleeps and naps in there. they dont have it cluttered or stuff. however, I've always wondered what the area above the beds is. a way to the balcony? a balcony in general? or just a small lounge area? I like to imagine it's a small lounge area w a window for bel to look out of, but hey. their room is fine otherwise, unless i missed something.

and leviathan... ah... levi... first of all. NO WAY HE HAD THAT MANY FIGURES. even if he bought them in the castle he did NOT have that many. the collection in present time is after YEARS UPON YEARS of collecting. I feel like they missed Levi's mark the biggest out of the game. I'm rusty, so bear with me, but I'm positive that celestial realm isnt big on technology, hence simeons utter lack of any. Luke's easy to teach as hes young and it sticks, but not simeon. that and, lucifer is the reason he got into it(according to barbatos on the homescreen in OG!bey me!). plus in the angel event or whatever, they went vagely back to how they were as Angel's, or at the very least how they should of been like as Angel's, that parts in the air as I disliked the event and it was how long ago? so all signs point to him not being a shut in until post fall. but otherwise, I firmly belive that levi woudlnt of found anime until they were in devildom, of which lucifer is tired of seeing him mope about and introduces him to something light hearted and childish (only for him to later slightly regret that decision). I wouldve adored that sweet moment between the two, but alas I'll settle for what I got.

however, I'd live for the game to show me HOW and WHY he sleeps in the tub, ik its cause hes comfy but until I find out why he doesnt have a bed I'm going to firmly belive that HoL only had 5 bedrooms plus the guest one downstairs, and that levi was content taking over the "smaller" of the two washrooms, because he didnt want to be close to the kitchen or downstairs, plus fishtank. like that washroom in that romeo and juliet movie. fishtank washroom. if you know what I mean.

#obey me nightbringer #obey me #obey me leviathan #and the others too #but mainly levi you cannot tell me he didnt turn a washroom into his bedroom just because there so happened to be a fishtank in there #i dont care if its unrealistic this is a game about legit DEMONS i can hope for some dude to want to room in a washroom

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vt-scribbles · 7 months

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Y'know I know ask games are for people to, y'know, send in asks. But I don't see people often just. Fill it all out themselves. Fuck it I'll help out the shy people.

SO ASK GAME BELOW 'READMORE' LET'S GO

1. Art programs you have but don't use: MS Paint, Blender, I used to have WAY more like this one painting [like actual paint] program.

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even): Left is easiest, Right is in the middle, and forward is the hardest of those three for me.

3. What ideas come from when you were little: I was fascinated by G/T from like. 3 years old. I blame Super Mario Land 2 LMAO

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw: Handheld, perspective, monsters/creatures, and massive scale

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself: Uhhh probably about 50/50? A lot of things I draw are spoilers, shitposts, and other study art I don't bother sharing.

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it): Not that I can think of? My art doesn't get analyzed super often. I think people think I study anime more than I do.

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate: Charcoal, watercolors, sculpture, oil pastels, acrylic, copic markers

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in: Originally I was going to make an AMV with my two characters, Nonny and Felicia, to the song 'shut up and dance with me'. These two aren't active OCs anymore, and the project was WAY too ambitious for my skill level 9 years ago lmao.

9. What are your file name conventions: 1: Name of song I listened to on loop while drawing. 2: An inside joke. 3: Literal rep of what's on the canvas like 'Hema doodles Aug 2023'.

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw: Body suits, capes, scarves

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what: TONS. My fave lyrical music, videogame soundtracks, sometimes just ambiance if I'm overwhelmed. Usually tho it's the same song on loop till I get the inspired piece out of my system.

12. Easiest part of body to draw: Eyes!

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing: A lot of NSFW artists who I won't list here LMAO. I don't go to that school, but their art skills are top-notch.

14. Any favorite motifs: Mirrors, doppelgangers, leaving 1 eye absent for emotional effect, feathers/wings, falling, sinking into water, eyes, dark palettes with bright accents/light sources, glowing eyes, flowing hair, size difference/scale, fucked up version of self vs real version

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth): Starbucks, home, parks if I'm feelin spicy, anywhere I take my tablet for the day.

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing: A lot of my niche/kink stuff tends to get pretty dredge-y for me. I may be good at it, but it's not where my passion lies. That's in animation, fantasy, dramatic stuff, storytelling, etc.

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what: Water or Snapple for the drink, milk if it's bedtime so I can settle down, and then usually the snacks are just whatever my lunch is for the day since we don't have a table.

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken: Not many! Less than $100 I'd say. I'm very careful with my supplies, and I don't believe I've ever broken a tablet. The worst I've done was I busted 1 or 2 cheap tablet pens with stupidity.

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.): Definitely nature. Tree trunks and swirls therein, flowers, grass.

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy: Humans! Not that it's an 'everyone' thing, I just run in some furry circles where human artists are a rarity. Eyes, too. Some people find expressions rly hard.

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways: Uhhh man damn, I don't follow a lot of art styles that aren't something I took inspo from? But I guess Wolf Walkers is my biggest one.

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any: Sooometimes I stretch, but I don't do it nearly often enough.

23. Do you use different layer modes: Yep! My most common ones are Multiply, Glow Dodge, Add, Add Glow, Overlay, Pin Light, and Color.

24. Do your references include stock images: Absolutely! Reference is important.

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by: Not much! Most of my inspirations are pretty clear-cut and strong. Avatar, SU, Disney, Dreamworks, FMA, some Warner Brothers' movies, etc.

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended: God, so, the G/T gif of mine that makes the rounds a lot? The one where VT finds someone small and it's their POV and he helps them and puts them in his shirt pocket??? Most people were completely normal about that post. But then there's one chuckle-head who was calling it pocket-vore, and I wanted to scream. I even chastised them like 'hey uh, no. That's not what this is.' and they argued back with 'well it's up to the eye of the beholder more than your opinion.' and I was like 'UH NO. I MADE THIS. MY OPINION IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR WEIRD ONE???' I've also RAAARELY had people call my characters underaged when they're all well over 21, so those are always gross/wild LMAO.

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with: Sometimes! I usually do an anatomy study, brush stroke warm-ups, or just doodle something personal first.

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines): I think Multi Animator Projects [MAPS] would count here! I was part of Starclan's Chosen, Change Your Mind [Brambleclaw], Levitating, Family of Me [fallenleaves], Goosebumps Warriors MAP, Pay No Mind MEP, LA Devotee [never finished], White Rabbit, and Fear Garden! Among others :>

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically: Not much! Pretty much everything I love inspires me artistically. I guess some anime styles?

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated: Pretty much any of my animations. But I only feel that way cuz they take THE MOST dedication and work time. Also kiiiinda my writing? But a lot of people have trouble getting people to respond to literature, so.

#Long Post #VT Text #Ask Games

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marshmallowprotection · 9 months

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Hi! So I decided to make the match up request dhdks I'd like to get your opinion ^^

Well, you know me, sort of (?) I'm multifaceted, love to do lots of things, some of them very different from each other.

Hmm I'm INTJ, the type of friends that often nags at the others but in the end I like to joke around too. I love watching series and movies, reading books and mangas, I'm into gaming (mostly indie and single player games), but I also love nature, specially animals, flowers, and outer space ❤️

My hobbies are basically drawing, sewing, photography, Cosplay, playing music, spend time with my bunnies, solving puzzles, and study things of my interest 🤔

Honestly I'm up for almost everything since I love trying new things, my life is basically a fight against boredom hahahah

I'm a huge nerd too, I love my profession, biology, veterinary, studying new languages (I'm fluent in 2 languages, can speak 3, learning 2 more, goal to be fluent in those 5 but that will be hard haha), I love debating and just wondering about deep or silly topics, learning random facts, idk, just for fun haha

My habits are a mess tho, specially because of my work. I often sleep just a few hours and then way too much on free days. I often eat fast food or snacks because I'm too tired to cook and I definitely don't enjoy exercising hahsdj

Idk what else to say?

Oh, I'm panromantic, gray-ace uwu

I match you with...

Jumin.

So, you're a very matter of fact, no-nonsense kind of person. You need to know the facts before you get into something and you'd like to keep it that way. What you value most in a partner is somebody who can meet you halfway and understand what makes you happy. You might think that somebody who is as detail-oriented as him might not fall for you as hard as he did. However, it is exactly that that draws him to you in the first place. The fact that you are someone with their head on their shoulders as well as someone who knows how to cut back and breathe when you need to.

It might not always be a case of opposites attracting, sometimes you might find something closer to home that you didn't even consider could work for you. It might be surprising to hear this, but your sense of adventure and craving to see anything and everything in this world coincides quite greatly with the same desire Jumin holds. You want to be able to experience and try everything, and while he has done many things in his life, it'll feel like he's doing them for the first time when he's with you. that is to say, when he's with you, it makes him feel like this is the first time he's been seen as himself instead of just a caricature.

All the pretenses go away and he can finally laugh. It's in both of your experiences to constantly push yourself to the brink, and to find the moments in between when you can convince him to take a break after you both get home at 2:00 in the morning to just grab some junk food. That's the kind of thing he never would have considered if it wasn't for you. You two are business oriented and even though it may feel like your worlds only meet halfway, the minutes in between during the sunset or more beautiful than anything you've ever seen.

#mod kait #ask #megami606sama #matchup

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dragonlapis · 1 year

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Putting down my thoughts on a magia record and undertale crossover I've been thinking about for a while....er...should I call MagiaTale? (Not the one with Seika ,but that one would require further thinking)

Basically the girls who have ...er...jumped off ,but ended up in the underworld instead.

Sana is the first fallen person

Follow by Leila and finally Ren being the newest member. Leila is the only one who doesn't have her memories while the other two do.

Sana jumped when she heard there was a world hidden beyond the surface...She didn't know if those tales were fictional or not ,but anything was better than her old life...so she took that leap of faith and ended up in the underworld...where she would meet Toriel for the first time ...At first she was frightened ,but quickly warmed up to Toriel and views her as a mother she never had. In that moment she knew she made the right decision and never wanted to leave her...She carries a wooden shield everywhere as a form of defense....Sana may know more than what she is letting on...Also enjoys visiting Sans when she can safely.

Next up is Leila...It's currently unknown as if why Leila jumped off in the first place..if she had intended to do.. that or tripped by accident. It all doesn't matter to her tho...She has no memories of the outside world so why does it matter if she leaves here? If she fell...she probably had a reason to do so...Although...She can't shake off the feeling something is missing and have a strong connection to the color blue and green...But she often pushes those feelings aside and helps her new mom do things around the house and absolutely loves her homemade pies too! She's hoping to one day master it and being able to make it for her! So far...She hasn't reached there yet ..The only thing she has left from the outside world is a wooden sword that she uses to defend herself when needed...and a golden heart necklace with the colors, red, blue, and green on it...

Finally Ren...The newest member of this group..She is the third person to fall down and her reasoning for it? Well...she wanted to end it all ,but thankfully was saved by a surprisingly soft flowers bed to break her fall...She is still unsure about her situation in the underground and feels sadness about the monster's situations and what humanity has done to them.. but she does know they do hold some kindness within them so she is conflicted. A part of her wants to stay here ,but the other part wants to leave...and find a way to escape..or maybe find a way to break the barriers...So far she is trying to adjust to her new environment and only has a stick to defend herself. (Somewhere along the lines it may turn into a staff tho)

Hm....Sana's soul would be well...green and she will be associated with kindess...Leila's would be teal(?) and her's would be intuition...As for Ren...I'm not entirely sure what to give her...Other than the soul color that is- (just their soul gem colors tbh...Why work harder if canon already did it)

Uh...maybe fairness? I'm open to ideas if you have any...

Although...depending on how things turn out will entirely on if Kyubey does exist in this au or not...some wishes will have to be altered since the events here are totally different than what has happened in canon...he probably wouldn't grant monster's wishes sadly (or thankfully ??) tho...

Hm...Have been debating to add in Rika or not to this...Since I can see her trying to stop Ren from falling in ,but both ended up inside...or even one of the Holy quintet...uh...Maybe Mami or Kyoko? Not sure yet honestly...could be fun to throw in Homura just because...

There will be a forth(or more) person to fall in tho. They will be the ones who encourages the other three to get out of this place and maybe find a way to break the seal too...Not sure yet who they will be tho...

Feel free to add on to this or ask questions if you want

#magiatale(?)#careful when reading this cause I may go into darker themes

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libidomechanica · 3 months

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Of moonlight in light and dust and countesses glow

A limerick sequence

Take the strife, as thend of the mind, against it solemn gladness, and turning low, because it now it fly! She keen thy tongue, yet oft when I answers, as if’t ad been.

And then she turnpikes gloue. And made his roughes were at full of holy was that it is to be drowning room beside the soldiers may see your way my dark-dawning.

Hawaiian-print more these two—they do not to bed; even Petrarch’s self will, then returns—already to come, as is a passport every central warmth; and lo, there.

Yet turn’d half the sensual phantasies, althought most hear the waiting therein I fry? She often into fall, and th’ cause its utmost tolerance, and go.

If but their of thy powers in woe would hardly knew, to some land, and shine as broad, and knocking any? May try, whether moods remains of my son! With Gold and shake.

With the true, i, falling will save you? The shade alone, puffed with heart I know where also at they? Await till was Nimrod’s self might cut to the tasted all he cried.

The dusk of sleep trenches highness’ eunuch made an end. And write, knowing power? Singly ill-bred. I care na ventured further courtesies, a hand with thy prevail.

Of the wave bright divine! Who had such as dress’d in perfect flower of Babel was Nelly Gray his here she front—those great deep he seem’d to the thickest date, Falmouth.

’St thy side. Of martyr, and on by many a mystic hint; and debt, that has thro’ Heavens to all my carpenter, to wandering and she would pulse there within.

He mix with leaves its smoke and gone. Such now grows the love I can’t exactly. With suavity,—again shape, and was my name for the unquiet shore. Took growlings no more?

That so, when in a root myself, from yonder—in those Camaldolese and mark the liked an even so as one Phœnix shall not say. And hoary wyth frost desire.

After-heat. This lady e’er express sufficient for to use a life most a quarter. And brush with tender brood; that find, the past regret can a moment’s a black.

Dare I say, to be inviolate after young, a life or brake in such a shield on those may complete: society there below they bow’d this explains to applie.

Of his name on the Black and break of settled books: hope. Something belovèd as the day moan, and here the Darling, it must seem’d secured at? And, lest I standing men.

It is naked tree but the central seat of a virgin Mother dream resolve them mine. Some she war with, dim-describes in the thick with shall not want in the darkness.

Fair ship, that came to look it can be the gray city blocke was but on, on that stone, I will the dark breath. One day, the Hus-bandman selfe content, that I always long.

Tis grave motives, which spread a throne; a little graceful tact, there’s as wooden member young and give, creatures of Death; and argument. By blooms but the devil’s-game!

An idle girl and her, withoute long the cattle man. Let knows what’s so blindly drowning star, o’erlook’st the South these, nor land; and laying them lie, poor children is gone.

But for his being pent in forty winter range face hint, the friends all the facts. Lift as the moon is his came alone with carvings quainted with along way. Poet?

The lip short naps. Broken lights around in head, rock’d at ease, our head the kill’d up—see Gazette. Where proved; my will have her brother, whereof speech two negatiues affirme!

A crowd, release to ease her placeman. Call barriers in rests shoots a lonely moated his might not open book; no long to sings, tho’ rapt I was flash’d on thee.

That rode at courtship grew, at noble use. Sorrow deeper eyes by no means in the old negroes more moderate—I shuffle sideways, as fast which is, and to-night.

’Er younge again; i’ll aulder whose ear of what’s her sunny as cold autumn laying hers in conclusion. A neat, snug study, an open fortune was Nelly Gray!

The last for fashion the neck and see’st thy voice of Arcady. Whose who can be replied: No! Perhaps from the noble pain, poor child windings as deleterious.

And they can’t fare worst of crimson seas? What time draw—his cancker words that bubbled Uncle’ on my knee, thy brow. Some faint lamps, as he know, precious grew, and hew that these?

Whose the very charming down, you still; that is, and barren, scarce could back into nothing with agonies, with cold, the gulfs bene so warm? To hearth, have a man do?

We serues thy pen both skill and power, a lamb, yet resign’d. Upon thy calm-blooded reach through the Prince of his monsters, who were, if all the country summer clouds.

Passion sent, while I with festal strife. Like them years. Who fled. How they never hope. Was born. Comes the tree. I am aweary, I would array; all the holly told.

That needs few drops blow. But since men of mud; they fitter seems odd, tis a please— having light quivering, close at his debut, which so longer care, ’ said Juan who sayes nay?

Be waiting the hill. That he had espyed, causlesse yron dyd fear: but he replying, knows how? And laid his modern must before beside the knew not any boon.

If thought; cloud, it might disappear as if she knit the Pope. I see the publicke heede; by all our pain, and beauty. But there I find a stair, and buds and see their rhyme.

How mothers in his youth; she sailor Boy the war would make the proposition Unattain he seed; run out you would not in vain; not thy spheres. Tis true, a litter.

Pull sideways with Saul? He seem’d to my eyes blending and slavery in Mens fair, poor creature? Thou gave his musics to the dear; nor doe not say my life of the play.

The wish you pleased in some slight, scarlot berries play? She trees; he beast thy voices. Northern shore, and in the sudden hair of all those fairest to a chamber’ than dress.

She had done that great sense of a life breathing that morning as the great shall gather act or two;—love’s thin a humdrum tete-a- tete. And she what cannot leave our fame!

I come that last to try the Lords of Heaven! And lo, that touch fortune sends; with clear eye to be slain his front row wild boast, and always did erre, it sweet afterglow.

And on the shore? That some roughes were swims away from the dews and winds that I did not yet, ev’n for the preserved me up afloat, which will gather’s feet, sweet, lord H.

To ventures of friendly from the hall, as we may come where my heart a fond of all you, bigger at a time. Riding—riding— for loving up in a palace; where?

Seed; run out you fell from youth are the star, from stroke, and settled all wracke beyond hear at the landlord had not thine eye, when all I’m made them is flood of Love, I ride.

Go, and home from thy selfe to chime the little speedeth. Where was made them trebly dead; what charm to fame, to whom her looking of love, happy days, when the sun-flowers.

And Maud in all its into teach more disarayde: then go, see some difficulty still in lonely wandering every bird dog.—The Heavens of their way, behold.

I go to play about this superb pipes where to be what might have eyes by force and might him and go.— For her lion glared as if it were near me! From off thou saw.

Lives to maintaine! Fold now all eyes, like finest things. Demanding serve it; and a stair into its wind. Three slime in the please. Of lustier least of civil come to choose.

Me falling well, I may pierces through windowes hanged. Abiding by a black years can take the same cold, that saps the good deserve more ice, has made. And it were dead!

My flocks father taken out, and join’d to wonder’d her took farewell. I am the scene; there he vext her for scorpions—stifled the skull while I must speech, his job.

And thro’ cells, too,—did she, I am all be the yellow autumnal slope this digestion very house, and so on. If any vague fear of Michael Angelo?

What soon began to such as I may preparative withoute boy, on soften’d in fresh and part; no further, when down like thousands dead: I walk forlorn. Poor this friends.

As those that little things claime from autumnal slope, and will speak; and use. You doest excus’d, her fingers, and sighing a doubly mingles downwards to hear. When for that.

For know mean the wind reveal’d; the cliffs, and brief, howe brag yond Bullocke was quite free! Let a theme creature? Thou gave,—I claime from flowers, to shine save the master of men.

Yet, O ye mysteries, they fear. Consistent as a sudden from badde to fix itself away, as onely fold, and tweezers, he left my after all we sleep.

And what what I do now. Wilt thou art to left to her Day’s Delight vpon my pains intense eyes, ne’re look at your skin, to-morrow, wilt complement was circumcision.

I turn the most unusual sort. Whatever to give, creatures rent, which mostly masons brings of me and reach, and for heart thou shalt call things she true in schooling song.

So loytring bastion time drawes them lately place, a lad play, sat with their everywhere, dropping, had newly dears! Which wrapt thee tho’ it spake some Socrates him kind.

While now and reform’d a very vinous ice, has not of. Blush up the doubt not the frankincense me, suffers now, then rises upward, from brawling from mead and naught.

See beauty and going to be read, mute symbols of faith: we call court mystery. Her weakeness picture would rejoin’d by this publicke heede; by all this locks down.

” And her lot, half-dead to be so dumb. So carelesse Jesus, who have loved, the lifeless into the round, and beare our Libertie again; i’ll leave the jewelled sky.

That in thy corbe show. The Wye is inside. With sometimes carp: both good to all state, the gown; I roved contrast to get him who grewe an ancient for a man who fled.

Greenish marble for decay. For sharp surprise the bodies merely a chimera, for his own. I have built of happy sisters, glowings of night; and what I mean.

Then they dwelt with the covers, but twenty though I have heaven. Days of heart.— Twas not so. There rolling, failst thou hast the covered with never hair; unconscious landlord.

Stern climes, and whole his child will not enough, this fancy fused to tell us, now! Which glows in expectator. I lull wings, those for ever and thy beauty of course.

And true, it is bent the Star Chambers, where dwelt. As water, so that not, but listening, the Styx for me those kingly exclaim’d: this were a pretty done: one would slumber?

And there is only thing farther both, my Mary, before; and out their transpired? But rather died and fine, what is when done, and fare; no lower, yet unwiped!

I’ll leaves but sweep the country ants to giggle. Of Demons? There mute and consoled, but hung to give me poor lad! I could not to punish crime, and gather doth delight.

Fact, you were bow’d to hear it not yet one deep, while I with him to you. Morning short, and have news: niagara is not a cricket range flowers falling through the dreams.

Behold, ye speaks no more for parade. The brazen lies, yclep’d despair of Hell; who might exprest, who, in head, and died A quantity oft will, or else Fire!

Side by side that though at presence I beheld as ice, has made baba led Juan even bigger that Maud in our Sex betray him? Lower to the morning’s a joy!

My Arthur fountains light me your life awry? The blackness and starry clear, no man, thy kin, sae highwayman cattle creed—who take this present loss; both good at all.

She entrance was cares the heat: o Bacchant coronet: about his manner nor decades out my friends. Secure of human time— or in your lots were it was they did!

Secure of season whose use depends upon her own freezing red on you bloom through the vague desire still not beginning dead, but blame not, but clearned not yet.

Fell, and which ne’er a ane to one that the king of wind all principles, fan my breast, still live songs a dear self! Then unstinted with blood of a people have his arms.

Good verse that I dreamt of, unto meet. Could bend or a roasts, as if the neck, seen up-close how the sets, they sit, and through the far- off in two, make her longing us.

Yon banks and rubbish. On soft like the weight; yet, sometimes a pleased a children stirrups. Or an air was made here was not say or two—saint from out the landlord’s black hair.

The cherye be with great happier hours, surmounts the creeds. You consist of all, and then done, such an one by little by their own free-will. But still, a seconds in good.

And arise and gods in a long enough! To the thousand warrings of my fresh all knowledge, but a bride-cake the King of the rope he doesn’t need I not, am I.

That the boughes my lips, thereof he knew thee saddest—and moulder when you say. The suit me through the military vice, just as we lingering into gain. ’ She take.

Ask me where a solution: Davus sum! It stood half for this lovely like a light, while to stop at some borne into find abundantly did therefore ask no more?

Of letter past all the rose, and march the people should die. While were midnight is dreadfully complain. For that made the light. Announced among man’s vainly seem to me.

And now him have a young bare the likewise equal-poised cone to sleep she springs; the suddenly true as much they came. For life I lead; and the doubtless, unto me!

Ah, sweetheart did pant, and oaks as persistent; wearier they must go further ammon’s ill pleasaunce: but home—mother, thoughts, and upon. They rang on the sky. Which her won’t.

I do to the hall, and, tho’ but her, whom I keep at somewhat broad was quench’d their cribs of life or the land. Which tower was more than crown’d with mysteries, Giue me so.

As that rose. The belt. The fact for him, myself and parasites; to the good and sometimes sleep she seem’d secure—she is gain’d. And gloves or happy clime, which flatter note.

And the gown the stories and there where thing his holy wedlock mean the house; nor my brow, and heart, and so it was waters should fail from pain. Remember;—but had laide.

I cried, when sundown skirts of verb and not speak with tears. His world—the beginning a gentlemen in his volumes don’t so instinction clasp’d in narrow like to thee.

Has never chambers it no ruder air perplex thy spirit’s well, that holding by, drew in a car, or walk through glittering o’t. Of her den, before than dress.

And so, though in at bread; now the spheres, escaping with delights are beyond, have you? Of sheets, I fought virgin zone he seems to enjoy. Decline; and in Vienna.

But gentle torrent in shape when they. Loved the heard withdrew, retire: dumbe Swans, nothing continents to burst in the region swept, of touches prone, with outward test!

Still is bone from the mock’d at ease, and guide together brow, he loved, ’ call’d me afright fall of their station. While the passion the muse all the linnet born kneelings keep?

We passing through ice burned out: Is your chest allure thunder-lying into Thelement, on her joy! Peace; come one must harbors me and deeds in love behind the grass.

You tell me when the greet a lassie everything green. She wants a gain our earth. The window, put on the dust of her feet? That thou rule both the glee, they call’d to me.

Who tasted all out of thine, from thee. Web is worthless wind. Tell your track where was lost sweet, but for which they bore him by thee, Spirit in innocence as all the best.

A monk out of martyrs burning lost your equal court huntsmen that sleeps with fears Ay me, the grows his door, and his way. Where not heart of a youth, keeping your vertue knows?

And shade of the time the city blocks and voice of all, one by, Gray nurse. And the moanings here and they strength, in a careless but I will ever be who moves him kind.

Men’s feet; that hope hope too close her casement-curtain, a patriots flowery flows the bird dog. The fools of Death, and saints had once laugh’d, and change the gusty tree.

Room full fail, and there dwell; and the French cocked-hat once more. And in tearless eye the high Muse and both human streamlet drain’d my capabilities of that matter me?

Such thy darte, which yet waited on my face is empty, after-heat. ’ The gray- eyed daughter now? The moments on her future thunder- lying boy, you’re hand,—why, I see.

They or mirth, and o’er the board too. Have you will I say, whistle a life that words, and last as one Phœnix shall like ugly as unto meet in her fate, doe interwove?

In such and free from you through, this bitter see in Him is not your cull of men’s face is brightening deep vase of it? Shod the ravish’d me fool thy motions up this faith?

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #159 texts #limerick sequence

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echantedtoon · 5 months

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A Bloom In Time Ch19 Paintings By Ghosts

(It took me A LONG time to research and find out what all the paintings in Hat Kid's gallory looked like. If I missed any or got any wrong please let me know. All mentioned paintings can me seen in the painting room through the green door in the machine room of the ship.)

Lunch breaks were nice.

She was starving so before anything else she wanted to get somethin' in her stomach. Looking in the lil gal's fridge, there really wasn't too much of anything. It was all pretty empty except for a basket of apples, half a cheese wheel, and what looked like a carton of eggs. Well, she wasn't about to not get something to eat, and down at least three of those apples she had. They weren't as sweet tasting as she remembered the ones her father grew on their farm were, but as if this person was going to start complaining about food at this point of her life. Sure her life was REALLY crazy up to this calm point, all of it sounded like a really bad story, she was going to have to learn a whole knew pecking world different from her old one, and she was going to have to deal with her past. But if there was one thing she needed to do now was take that darn ghost's advice.

"The important thing is that I can't change or fix anything that's already happened alright? I can't send you back. I can't give you anything from your old life......And I can't change what happened to you. But, I can help make the future easier and help you with whatever you need to settle down with alright? But you got to understand that it's NOT just going to be with a snap of my fingers."

He was right. What had happened happened and there's no way she was going back there anyways, so it looks like she'd just have to start where she left off way back when. Hard work. Save up enough pons. And get that flower stand! May not seem like a giant grand idea like some would expect, but that's what she always wanted. A life where she could surround herself by precious beautiful flowers admiring their beauty and scent and give them all to people who enjoyed them as much as she does. Her blue eyes reflected in the gold coloring of the bracelet that was still tight around her wrist, bringing her other hand up to clamp around it to herself. Her business may have never taken off if that one fateful encounter with the handsome and kind prince from the neighboring kingdom hadn't taken such interest in the way she grew her little babies. He never said one bad thing about them. Complimenting on how deep a red her roses are and surprising him when she said they didn't just come in red...She chuckled remembering that silly surprised face of his.

The prince stared at her shocked, brown eyes blinking as she held out the white and red rose bouquet to him. "Wow. You're telling me they really come in more than three colors?"

She nodded back at him. "Yep! How many colors did you think they came in?"

He figeted fiddling with the soft petals of one white rose nervously. "W-Well. I knew there was a whole bunch of red ones, and I knew there was white ones because my mother always uses then for balls. A-And I saw black roses at my grandmother's burial. May she rest in peace.....Wait." His brown eyes widened as he stared at her. Poppy blinked when he suddenly put his hands on her stand leaning forward a little. "H-HOW MANY COLORS OF ROSES ARE THERE?! I DESPERATELY NEED TO KNOW!!"

After a moment, the red head smiled and gestured to a whole slew of potted roses behind her he didn't seem to notice and his jaw dropped at the sight of them all. "Well, you sure like to learn things, so let me tell ya a thing or two about roses. There's all different breeds of roses, but all of them fall under one of the eleven color catagories ya hear? There's red, white, n black like you're used to seein'. But then there's yellow, blue, pink, purple, orange, and even green!"

His eyes landed to a beautiful batch of emerald green roses Poppy pointed out and his eyes widened more. "Those would be perfect for Vanessa! They match her emerald eyes so perfectly." He smiled and turned to Poppy. "I'd love to have some....But wait." He counted on his fingers. "Red, white, black, yellow, blue, pink, purple, green, orange-....That's only nine. I thought you said there was eleven."

She giggled. "You caught me! You see. Some are different shades of blue or pinks, but they'd still be classified under those colors, but some roses have two colors on them."

"You're KIDDING!"

"Nope!" Turning around. She spotted one of her hanging planters and reached up to pluck one of the ones near the top, carefully minding the thorns and brought it down to him. He stared at it in amazement. IT REALLY DID HAVE TWO COLORS!! It was a yellow rose but the tips of the petals were a dark pink, almost red as Poppy smiled at it. "This is what you call a Bi-Color pattern. Some breeds of roses have two colors like this. They're really popular at birthdays. But...If you want something real purty like." She set the single rose down and looked at him. "I got one more surprise for the history books."

"And what would that be?"

"Rainbow roses." He blinked confused so she held up a hand and bent down to rummage around under her stand. "I wanted to keep these hidden for the time being because I wanted to sell my over stock of other roses first since an unexpected amount bloomed this year. And you know how everyone's gonna be itchin' to buy their loved ones flowers on Cupid's Day. I wanted to sorta save these for special customers." She grabbed a small pot of something and stood up. Holding the pot just enough to be seen by him leaning over the stand and no one else passing by. His. Jaw. DROPPED. THEY WERE RAINBOW!!! Every color save for black and white was on there. All in different places on the petals and some petals being full different colors along with blended petals with two different colors mixed on them. They almost didn't look real. As if someone painted on them blindly with multiple paints. Poppy gazed at them lovingly. "My Great Great Granddaddy Willow 'Tree' Bloomington was able to cross breed all kinds of roses together until he made them. "

"I heard of him before. He used to be the Royal Gardener for the Old Owl King didn't he? They say the gardens were never more beautiful than when he was in charge."

She nodded but frowned. "That's right. That ol' birdbrain wanted my great great granddaddy to never share his masterpiece with anyone else. Wanted them all to himself, but that's like askin' an artist to not show off his art. So when he retired, he stole a few clippings and fled the country. Since then these beautiful little guys have been my family's birthright. We're extremely picky about who gets them...Or at least I am. Papa thinks I should've just stayed on the farm and become a milk maid like Mama." The prince's eyes softened at the small frown on her face but she was quick to smile again for an important customer. "So! Will it just be the one bouquet for ya, Princey? Or were ya'll still interested in those pretty green ones?" She asked as she tucked away the beautiful colorful ones again.

"I..." he glanced over to the emerald green ones then to the giant one he was already holding....And smiled again. "You know I think I will take another lovely arrangement of those too. Equal size."

Poppy smiled. "Coming right up, Your Highness!" In a few moments, she held out a pretty arrangement of green roses the shade of Vanessa's eyes all wrapped up in pretty white paper. "Two extra large bouquets will be eight pons please-" She paused and blinked when the white and red rose bouquet was held out to her and eight tiny green diamonds were dropped to the stand. "Oh. Do you need me to hold that?"

"N-No. T-they're for you."

"Me? Why? I thought you wanted to give Princess Vanessa double flowers."

"Uh.." He quickly gave a nervous smile. "W-W-Well, on Cupid's Day people give their friends and f-family too. It's all about spreading love to those you care about. It doesn't have to mean romanticism at all! Especially because I consider you a close friend!" He grinned wider nervously and wished he could push himself for how weird he must've looked. But Poppy just smiled.

"Well aren't you sweet?" She happily took the roses from him. "Now I can see why so many people like ya! And why Princess Vanessa took a likin' to ya! Such a gentleman to everyone! But are you sure you're not givin' me my own flowers?"

"Hey. I paid for them, so technically they were my flowers to do as I pleased with, and I w-wanted to show my appreciation to my.....f-friend."

"Aw. Ya'll just too kind. If that's the case, then you don't need to pay for mine."

He held up his hand and grabbed the green rose bouquet. "No, no. You did the hard work growing them. I ordered them in the first place. And they're already cut. The least I could do was pay the four pons for them. B-Besides. I don't believe in special treatment."

"Well alright. If ya insist. But here." She looked back down to the yellow n pink rose she had picked to show him and picked it up again, minding the thorns and holding it out to him. "Here! A small token from one friend to another too! On the house!"

He smiled and slowly took it from her. "Well then...Thank you, friend....I-I..Should probably be getting these to Vanessa."

"That's a fair point. Wouldn't want to keep her waiting on Cupid's Day. It's the most romantic day of the year!"

"Heh. Yeah....L-Love."

Sells really did increase after word of the prince buying her flowers went around. That day alone must've been her best Cupid's Day ever cuz right after he left with those green roses a woman came up to her and asked for five purple roses for her parents and sisters followed by others. She sold her normal quote for flowers that day plus lots of extras! She was able to get lots of work providing for small weddings in the town square, parties, and other festive times. All because of one friend's kindness. She felt guilty now that she only got so much business from his reputation but this time she'd have to really work for her dream! And she was totally going to be the best florist anyone's every had in a thousand years! For now she'd just rest a little while and help out with whatever that purple onion jack o lanturn had in mind, and wait to see what he was planning. She wasn't sure what to expect from a giant ghost but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't curious. Poppy made her way back out the kitchen's double doors after dipositing her third apple core into the trashcan in the corner, and the scene in the control room made her smile. The two girls were sitting on pillows a little ways from the television playing with the gold castle, it looked like a game of princess since Bow was making a princess doll scream help from the tower and Hattie was acting out the villain with that golden mafia man. The other old things like the gold pencil and cookie was all in a small random pile a few feet from them both.

"You will never have the princess! She'll be locked away forever and the kingdom of gold will be mine! Muahahaha!!," Hattie said in a fake deep man's voice.

"Oh yeah! Well I, Sir Cat-o-lot, will save her!," Bow threatened back holding out a small black cat plush. They must've heard her giggling when she came down cuz they both looked up at her as she came in and Bow waved at her. "Hi, Poppy! Wanna play?"

"Yeah! You can be the giant who comes and steals the gold up the apple tree in the sky!...Or was it a bush in the sky?"

"I'd love to, Pumpkins. But I still gotta job to do, don't you remember? I'd rather finish it and then relax a lil bit. There anywhere we missed?"

Hattie shook her head. "No. Rumbi already swept everywhere, the painting room was so small and easy. He's still sweeping the engine room."

"What about the mail room?,'' Bow asked pointing to the yellow tunnel entrance poking out from the wall near the engine room door. "It has junk mail all over the place after Mayor Mafia Glasses read through them all."

Mail room huh? Well she didn't know who this Mayor mafia ..glasses?? was, but if it was the last room she needed to clean then she might as well get it all done. Then she could finally relax for the day. Walking over the yellow entrance, the children went back to their little game giggling. Great. This entrance looked small too, she'd probably have to crawl through there as well and drag the broom behind her like last time. Leaning down, she peeked inside....And fell backwards with a yell. Both girls flinched and looked up at her loud yell as Poppy stumbled before landing on her behind at the sight of two yellow glowing eyes and mouth smiling at her from the darkness. A high pitched raspy laugh rang out and two clawed hands reached out to grab the outside of the yellow tunnel, before the darkness pulled himself out smiling and revealing himself to be non other than the famous snatching ghost himself. Poppy's scared and confused face quickly turned to one of anger as she scowled.

"I should have known!"

"AHAHAHAHA!! You should've seen how utterly scared you looked! That's a feeling I never get tired of seeing any day," he rasped out and looked down smiling at her as Poppy stood up and dusted herself off. Giving him a scowl.

"So is THIS one of the pranks I heard about? Y'know for 'the most powerful ghost on this measly planet' that sure wasn't very impressive."

"HEY!" He scowled back and crossed his arms. "There's NOTHING wrong with a classic hide and go boo routine! Works almost a hundred percent of the time! And you're one to talk about not impressive work." He jabbed a claw over at the watching girls. "Playing and walking around when there's work to be done? That's not productive at all."

"We're already finished."

".........WHAT?!" It took him a few moments to register what she said but when he did his head snapped to her so fast she was afraid it was going to float off and faze through the wall. "You couldn't have cleaned an entire ship in one day?!"

"Well, to be fair we aren't all the way done." She pointed behind him with a deadpanned look. " We're waiting for Rumbi. An' I still need to go fix up whatever's up there and I need to hammer a plank of wood back in place upstairs since we found gold buried under it. Now excuse me." Snatcher gave off a confused noise when Poppy just pushed his tail aside and went back to peer back up into the yellow tunnel. She could see a light and some kind of papers floating around everywhere. "Hey! One of yall get me the broom and somethin' to catch a bunch of flying paper." Bow nodded dropping her toys in favor of running off to the kitchen as Poppy turned back to the tunnel and started crawling her way up it towards the light.

"You found what under what?!" Snatcher turned back as Poppy disappeared into the yellow tunnel. "H-HEY! Don't you know it's rude to walk away from your boss when he's talking to you about your contractual obligations!?" When he didn't get an answer he stuck his head in the tunnel entrance. "Yes? No? HELLO!! Why aren't you saying anything?!"

"Y'know, for a dead guy you sure have a loud mouth!," she called back smiling when she heard him sputter.

"WHAT?! The peck I'm not! You're the one ignoring me!" He floated through the walls after her snorting form.

"Maybe so but I think your bark is worse than your bite, Purple Onion! What are you doing here anyways? I thought ya were busy." Her face popped up out of the entrance just in time for it to get smacked by a very old envelope, to which she shook her head and got it off to gawk around. Papers were flying around alright, they were laying all over the place if they were flying about or in a big pile on the other side of the room. In the middle of the room was a desk with two pans on it. One was green and said IN and the other was red and said OUT. There was also a few pole blocker things in front of the desk like the ones around those metal table things she'd been seeing around. A small coffee table stood off to one side of the room with two blue seated cushioned seats, near the entrance was two metal deviders and a giant wooden dresser, and to her far left was a giant basket filled with more old letters, a fan, and a pale carpet stood under the desk. She gazed up hearing a snicker and Snatcher was there probably because of the letter smacking her face. Before giving a grunt when a piece of paper smacked him in the pace making her snort again. "Not so funny yourself Mr. Meany."

He swiped the letter off his face scowling and staring at her. "HEY! I'm not completely heartless you know. Every so often I steal letters from others and deliver them to my minions as if they were getting something. It helps lift their spirits so to speak. And to answer your question." He threw the paper away which fluttered to the ground. "I often come back and check on new employee's progress every few hours or so, this is no different. But I have to say I'm suprised with how reliant you were for this tack."

"Well I did have the two best helpers in the world." She smiled and finally got to stand up in the room looking around with a hum. "This one might be a little tricky, but can't be worse than a room of snow. And I still have to hammer that bourd back. Bow tugged it loose after that gold."

"Where the peck did you all get the gold? Im pretty sure I don't pay you until after the job is done, as I'm not legally obligated to pay for unfinished work."

"From the Roach King."

"The Roach what?!"

"Ask them if ya'll want some answers." She turned hearing some footsteps behind her and smiled seeing Bow in the entrance to the yellow hallway. A broom and dustpan in one hand and a trashbag in the other. "Well, why thank you honeybunch!" She reached over hand out for them and Bow handed them over.

"I couldn't find any nets, so I thought you could use the bag to catch them?"

Poppy smiled standing back up and looking over to the mail floating around and sighed. "Actually I think we'll be needing a lot more bags if we want to clear all this mess out." She pointed towards the giant pile of letters along the wall. "That spinny thing there is propellin' these here letters up and then they're blown all 'round the room makin' a mess. We'll have to just get rid of all this junk."

Bow scratched her head. "How? I don't think they'll all fit in the trashcan."

Poppy smiled and looked up towards Snatcher who after staring a couple seconds back to her finally got a sense of what she was thinking. "HEY! Just a pecking second here! You're not pawning them off on me!"

"I'm not. You can just take 'em and give them all to those precious lil helpers of yours can't ya?"

"Well...Yes. But who are you to decide what I DO with my time?"

"Oh c'mon. it'll be so sweet of ya." Her big blue eyes shined at him as she smiled up towards him. "Won't ya just help a gal out with this just once? You're other uh...'employees' would really get a hoot from it too-"

"OH ALRIGHT!!" He turned his head away. Anymore staring at her smile and he'd start feeling mushy which he hated. "But I expect YOU to get them all ready to go for me! Since Im not legally obligated to help with cleaning."

Poppy eagerly agreed and sent Bow back to grab more bags from her as she got to work picking up a few of the letters scattered about on the floor at her feet. Snatcher having nothing else to do at the moment decided to leave the mail room and fazed through the wall back into the control room in time to see Bow slam open the kitchen doors and run in. At the sight of her ghostly BFF, Hattie sprung up and bounded up to him. Chattering about how much of a good helper she had been and how she was STILL a better helper cu technically she was still cleaning....Well really Rumbi was the one sweeping away at the engine room but she put him there in the first place. And then when his yellow eyes looked over at all the random gold objects laying in a pile, he pointed a claw and asked about it. Her face lit up even more and she went on a long spree about how she found these mysterious notes in her room and then Poppy found a whole bunch more while cleaning and then they followed them up all the way to the attic. And then Hattie went on to tell him about how Bow busted open a plank of wood from the side of the staircase in the attic and it turns out there was gold in it! Speaking of Bow, she had burst back out of the kitchen sometime during her ramble and dragged a good number of black trash bags behind her disappearing into the yellow entrance most likely going to delivery them to Poppy. In the mean time Hattie told him all about how this roach stole her gold potion and turned all this stuff and the gold potion itself into gold. Holding up the objects one by one up to him. The cookie, the gear, the potion, and her most proud posession the gold castle which she beamed with happiness eager to show it off to him. If he was anyone else he would've called her reaction cute, but all it got was a small half smile from the ghost before the hatted child had the brilliant idea he should come and see the notes for himself. Eh...Why the peck not right? He had literally nothing else better to do while waiting on the cleaning duo up there, and he was sure Minion Number 47 could run the place for a little while longer in his absence. She WAS head of the manor staff when she was alive so she'd have no trouble giving orders to lots of people on a tight scheduale. He saw the notes alright, and this mysterious Roach King they were all talking about. The gold roach statue sat ontop of the papers he apparently left out for them to follow and Snatcher couldn't help but read through them all not that the child seemed to mind at all. She left in the middle of him reading through them, saying something about needing to check up on Rumbi but he didn't care. He was honestly surprised at the letters addressed to the girls, having such kind words to say about them both, but they weren't wrong either. In fact they were very accurate to their positive nature, but if he could add a few things it'd be childish, sassy, and a whole bunch of other things to describe them then just having a gold heart. As they were much more than a gold heart, but hey. The guy turned himself into gold. What was he supposed to expect from him? Placing the notes and gold statue of the roach wearing a crown, he decided it was about time he headed back and see what was up. Imagine his slight surprise when he popped his head through a wall and saw what looked like a large round black ball stuck in the entrance to the slide. Which gave way a moment later and tumbled to the floor revealing itself to be a full trashbag and Hattie tumbling after it landing on her stomach with a thud. The hatted child pushed her self up pushing the comically large hat off her face and scowling at the bag. Snatcher could only watch in amuzement as she rolled it over towards four other full trashbags near the control panel.

"Sheesh, Kid. That's a lot of mail," he commented.

"There's three more bags," Hattie groaned before hanging her arms and stomping her way way towards the slide entrance as yet another bag was having a hard time exiting. Most likely by Bow shove it. "Cleaning is so BORING! Why do I gotta do it?"

"You're not the only one, Kid. And by the sound of things, you've never would've found that gold if you didn't clean up," He pointed out just as Bow popped her head out as the bag shot out.

"Yeah. But now we found it and now it's boring!," she whined back heading to the slide.

"Aren't that robot and Poppy the ones who've done most of the work?"

"WE HELPED!!"

"Then you should have no problem helping her with one last teensy tiny room." He glanced at Bow running back with a smile on her face. "By the looks of things you're practically done already."

Hattie groaned but followed Bow back up the slide towards the mail room, followed by Snatcher who fazed through the wall after them. "Anyone ever tell you, you work too hard for you're own good," he asked popping his head just above the slide exit.

Poppy chuckled wiping down the desk before looking over her shoulder at him. "Lots of times. But I aim to please, and I learnt a long time ago that hard work comes good rewards." She watched the two girls dragging the last two bags away and smiled. The mail room didn't have to be that clean to be honest. There was barely even any dirt on the ground. A quick sweep, bag the useless mail, wipe down these tables, and she even dumped those blocker rod things in the empty giant basket over there outta the way. "The place is mighty fine looking without paper smackin' your face. I didn't know aliens had a mail room...Well to be honest I didn't know they could have a painting room or anything else either."

Something about that sentence made Snatcher freeze for a moment and stare at her. " You...saw the paintings?"

"Well....No. But Hattie told me she already had the place swept so it's already taken care of ain't it?"

"Would you like to see it?," he asked a small feeling of excitement bubbling from his chest.

"I would but I have the attic to fix don't I-" She jumped when Snatcher grabbed her arm and pulled her forward.

"That can wait! You're taking your once a day fifthteen minute break and coming with me. What's the point of living here if you don't see the entire complex?,'' he said with an almost cheery voice and looked down to the small girls pushing the last of the junk down the slide slowly. "Get good Kids! We have some real work to see!"

At one point, Hattie fed up with everything took a few steps back, before tackling the bags and Bow along with them. They all unstuck pretty quickly tumbling down into the control room with the kids landing all in one giant heap on the ground. Well ....That certainly did the trick didn't it? Snatcher seemed to be please as he tugged Poppy along and only stopped when she yanked her hand out of his grasp. He froze as she gave him a stern look for a couple seconds, before willingly going down the slide entrance herself. Oh if only he could punch himself for that. Poppy emerged a moment later in the control room and glanced up at Snatcher with narrowed eyes.

"I understand you're excited, but trying to yank me through a wall isn't an option. I would've bashed my head into that wall there!" Those yellow eyes glanced to the wall for a moment seeming to register what she was getting at. Oh. Right. Walls and humans don't really mix all too well huh? "Now don't you go doin' that again."

"Uh....Sure."

.....She gave a small smile again. "There. That wasn't too hard was it? Now whatcha going on about paintings for?"

"The painting room?" Hattie struggled out of the small pile her and Bow were in with protests from Bow but managed to squeeze out of there and up towards her dusting herself off and up to them. "I can show you! It's right by the engine room through the green do-"

"Whoa! Hey! That's MY thunder you're stealing kid!" A giant purple claw gently grabbed Hattie around the waist and pulled her back as the giant ghost leaned down to give her a look. "You have you're fun and now it's my shot. Don't be a rude little lady." Hattie gave a small pout and huff but didn't say anything else much to his delight as he put her down and patted the top of her hat before turning back to Poppy. "Well that seals that deal! Why don't we just go see those paintings?" he pointed towards the engine room door. "Trust me when I say this is the best part of the breaking experience."

"I reckon I don't have a say so to your looney persistance don't I?," she asked smiling at him but slowly followed behind none the less.

"NOPE!!"

A feeling of excitement welled up in him again as he smiled and shot through the wall faster than a bullet in one dark purple blur. Making her blink and shake her head. Well....She really ought to see the entirety of this ship then shouldn't she? One last room wasn't gonna hurt her. Leaving the girls to bicker over whatever little girls bickered over she followed right after the ghost through the tunnels. A moment later she saw himself sticking out of the walls of grinding gears above a green doorway and gestured for her to follow as he ducked back into the wall. And of course, she followed, side stepping Rumbi who was still sweeping around, wanting to see what he was so excited over. The hallway there was a little darker than the others but there was enough light for her to see that it also was littered with excellent gear designs but this time it was a very dark green. These aliens must be very rich to afford a weaver to make such excellent carpets. When the door opened on the other side oh boy she was in for another surprise.

"There you are!," Snatcher called from the ceiling below with a smile. That ghostly hair n fluff of his hanging down towards the floor as he grinned. "Took you long enough! Get in here and see what you've been missing!''

She did so and was thankful the room despite being small was big enough for her to stand in, it had red flooring and a green plain carpet running it's length. At one corner of the small room she saw yet another metal table thing with these 'relics' as Hattie had called them. This one was a UFO mobile and under it attached by strings were three cows that looked the same but were different. One wore glasses and a tin foil hat, one wore just green sunglasses, and the other one didn't wear anything and looked totally normal. But it wasn't that that caught the attention of the red head. PAINTINGS!! There were paintings of different sizes, lengths, and styles that she had never seen before. She gawked at the meer sight of them all looking at each wall slowly taking it all in. At the very back wall was the fist thing she saw when she crawled in and her eyes lazer pointed on the largest of the six paintings that were on it. Why..It was Hattie herself! She looked might sweet standing in a field holding her umbrella open, her yellow cap and hair blowing in the breeze. If she hadn't known better she thought the painting would've giggled at her funny expression. Next to that one was a city shrouded by night, the only lights coming from the windows on the tail buildings and the cresent moon painted under it. The one directly under it was a bit strange. It was the face of a gold tribal man on a grey background and he wore pure black glasses. How odd. The other three were realitively small compared to those three. One being a close up of a plant's green leaves, a baby crow leaning against a wall next to toy blocks, and a pretty forest landscape. She could see a few trees and mountains in the distance of it. Turning her head to the right, Poppy noticed the right wall had only five. The tiny rectangle one in the top corner of the right wall was a burly looking man riding on top of a ...giant slab of meat? Below that was a picture of Hattie's face. Well, four pictures of Hattie all looking alike but with different color pastels. The entire square painting was divided into four smaller squares and each one had a Hattie of a different color tone. How strange. Then there was a giant portrait of a man with a mustache and beard. He wore a red suit that looked quite expensive. And next to that was two others, one was a black background with nothing but red thorny vines painted on it, and the other was a bit more stranges. It was divided into three background colors (red, green, and yellow) and had a bubble with different items in each. One was a heart, another a giant green diamond, and what looked to be a small king's crown.

"What do you think of work?," Snatcher asked proudly crossing his arms and looking pleased with himself.

Poppy leaned to the right wall and gently laid her hand on the frame of the red suited man in wide eyed wonder....before turning to him. "YOU painted all of these?" she asked gawking at him.

His smile widened more smug if that was possible. "Yep. And those." He pointed to the left wall wear there was five giant paintings behind the space cow mobile. He then pointed behind her. "And the ones right behind you."

Poppy looked behind her and took a few steps back from the doorway she had crawled in from to look at the six painting hanging above the doorway. Two were big. One was of two burly men who looked exactly alike and they looked to be farming folk like her parents were, the other one was of the famous Snatcher himself, with some king of background she didn't recognize. Maybe a bridge? He was in the middle holding his face in what looked like a very shocked expression. The others weren't grand scale but interesting anyways. Three of them were again Hattie but one looked more like a sketch that had her with double arms and legs. How bizarre. The one of Hattie next to it was her from her shoulders up but wearing a strange mask. It was green and red with black polka dots. The one of Hattie above those two was a much more normal one. It was of Hattie sitting down with her hands in her lap and behind her was a BEAUTIFUL background of mountains, a wide lake, and forest. The last one in the corner was another strange one. It was the man in the red suit again sitting on a throne, and a whole bunch of the burly men who looked a like bowing to him as if he was a king.

"These are...A-AMAZING!!"

She looked over to the last wall which had the biggest paintings on it. The strangest one was also the biggest. What looked like some desert landscape with a single dead tree and melting hour glasses all over it. Above that was another one of you guessed it, Hattie. In outerspace wearing an astronaut suit and connected to her spaceship. She looked so cartoony and adorable! A red boat sailing alone on a stormy sea, she could almost smell the sea air. One of the smaller large ones was just a beige background and just Hattie umbrella painted on it. And the the very last one was an abstract orange portrait of some man wearing sunglasses and a flower shirt. Snatcher however was looking VERY pleased at all the praise he was getting stroking his already huge ego as the smiling red read looked back to him with a wide smile.

"I can't believe you painted all of these!"

"Well you better, Red. Because I'm taking full credit for what you see." He 'polished' his claws against his neck fluff and examined them. "I don't usually do it, but sometimes if I'm bored and don't have a new supply of books to read I'll start on one and work on it a bit at a time. One of my lesser known talents." He then pointed at the room around him. "Couldn't really have these in the forest. Too many ways they could be damaged, so here was more ideal."

"I can see why." She turned her gaze around the room again before giggling and giving him an almost smug look. "Ya'll must really adore that little girl. There's six paintins' with her sweet lil face on 'em. But strangely I see none with the other one."

He paused for a moment looking at her...before coughing and looking away embarrased. "Well. Yes. I'm proud of them. In a way.....But we learnt the hard way the kiddo was allergic to paint and she wasn't too fond of the idea of her being painted."

Poppy guessed he was referring to Bow and hummed. "Poor thing. I can understand how that feels. But still." Her smile became all the more loving to him. "You have acceptional talent for this king of stuff. I reckon now I can say I was abducted by aliens and saw paintings by ghost. Hehe!"

He felt a warm feeling bubble up at the giggle but he cleared his throat and looked away again crossing his arms. "A-Alright! W-Well I think your legal fifthteen minute break is over, Red. Didn't you have something else to do today?"

"OH RIGHT!! The attic. I wonder if that girl has a hammer and nails?"

"Pretty sure she does since she literally has everything around her-......" He stopped midway through his rant and stared at her. Or more acturrately the bottom of her dress with all the rips and hole in it and pointed it out to her. "What the peck happened to you?"

She blinked and looked down to where he was pointing. "Oh. This? I think I got it all ripped up crashlandin' through those trees."

"You look like a homeless maid wearing that." He grunt and rolled his eyes. "Guess I'll have to fix that too."

Her red brow rose in surprise. "You sew too?"

"Of course I can! I made the kids all those clothes and my minions their highly durable bodies." His hand proudly pointed to himself. "I happen to be a powerful being with unlimited hidden talents." ..........Poppy's face suddenly turned into one of amuzement and she snorted again hand shooting to her mouth while the other went to her gut to try and hide the laughter. Which Snatcher flabbergasterdly got angry at. "WHAT'S WITH THAT LAUGHING!? WHAT?! YOU DON'T THINK MEN CAN SEW!? THAT'S LOW COMING FROM YOU!!" She snorted again sounding like a pig doubling over a bit and smiling wider behind her hand making Snatcher give a small growl. "HEY!! DON'T LAUGH AT ME YOU DOTTED FACE!! IM THE SNATCHER!! KING OF SUBCON AND TAKER OF SOULS!!"

She snorted again and in a strained voice said. "Oh yes. *Wheeze* T-The great and horrible monster ghost. Daddy of aliens, Painter of...HMHM! HAHA!! D-Daughters. And tailor of dresses."

Snatcher let out the biggest flustered peacock sqawk she'd ever heard and she lost it. Doubling over onto her knees, both hands gripping her sides as she leaned over and laughed hard, snorting a few times. Snatcher's cheeks lit up with a bright yellow flush and his fluff floofed out of embarrassment as he just kinda sputtered and stared at the laughing woman on the floor at a loss for words. Eventually forcing something out.

"OH YEAH!! W-WELL YOU LOOK LIKE A POOR MAID!! JUST-.....GO CHANGE OUTTA THAT RUINED DRESS BY THE TIME I LEAVE IF YOU WANT IT FIXED!! A-AND GO FIX THAT STUPID ATTIC AS PUNISHMENT!!"

He dissappeared back up into the ceiling leaving the wheezing and laughing woman hugging her sides through her laughing fit. Coughing when she couldn't get enough air. Oh boy. Was he gonna be sour for a while.

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