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twistedtummies2 · 3 years

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A Feline Valentine (Che’NyaXReader; Stuffing)

HUZZAH! It took me writing well into the night last night, but I was able to complete my Valentine’s Day Special after all! Hope you all enjoy! :D

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Six o’ clock. Tea Time. You really wondered (with a sigh) how Riddle got along so well with your boyfriend at times like this. Granted, you loved the fluffy-eared gremlin to bits, but if there was one thing he never seemed to care about… …Well…actually…he cared about very little. It was probably part of why Riddle didn’t dislike him for going to Royal Sword instead of Night Raven; the Cheshire Cat was by no means a hero…but he was also by no means a villain. And he was certainly by no means punctual. You paced around the table you had set up in the Tea Garden of Heartslabyul. In the light of the golden afternoon, you paused to look around. You had to admit, you’d always found Heartslabyul to be one of the most beautiful dorms; if the historic Rose Garden owned by the Queen of Hearts was even half as beautiful as the one Riddle Rosehearts and his pack maintained, it still would have been perfectly enchanting. It was an unseasonably warm afternoon, but with a light breeze that whistled through and cooled it pleasantly to a perfect temperature. The heart-shaped topiary sculptures and vibrant red roses that poked from the great green hedge rows were the perfect natural decoration for a day like today…only helped by the special scarlet paper lanterns that had been strung up, in place of the usual blue and yellow. The paper was patterned with images of hearts. Similarly, instead of the black, red, and white bunting that was usually set out, you had purposefully selected pink and purple flag streamers, which lightly fluttered and flapped in the delicate wind. You frowned as you looked back to the table; you were actually starting to feel a little worried. You’d taken a lot of time to prepare this occasion. Riddle had even allowed you to make use of his personal table; he claimed it was due to Rule 214, but he never explained WHAT Rule 214 was, so you didn’t know why that was. You checked your cell phone to see the time; it was now a couple minutes past six, you still found no sign of hide nor hair from him. You bit your lip as you stuffed your phone back in your pocket; had something happened to him? Even on a day like today, when everyone was spending time with their special someone (presuming they had one), Night Raven had plenty of troublemakers out and about…and while your beau was no pushover, especially for the “pompous, pampered little princes” who stayed in the Dorms of Royal Sword Academy, you didn’t want to risk he’d run into beasts somewhat fiercer than himself. He only had eight lives left, after all. “Come on, kitten,” you mumbled to yourself, tapping your foot with impatient nervousness. “Where are you…?” “Twaaaas brillig, and the slithy Toves did gyre and gimble in the waaabe. All mimzyyyy were the Borogoves, and the Mome Raths outgraaabe!”

You knew that strange, up-and-down, melodic voice, naturally. You knew that song, too, and therefore knew who was singing it. You glanced about curiously, but you saw nothing; this wasn’t surprising, however. Your boyfriend from Night Raven’s rival college had a habit of being non-corporeal. “Che’Nya?” you called out, then smirked. “You might as well show yourself, that ‘ghostly singing’ thing isn’t as impressive as you think it is.” A pouting meow was heard, from seemingly everywhere at all. “I thought you liked my singing. In fact, I thought you said it was The Cat’s Meow!” You blinked dully. “Those puns are going to get you in trouble, you know that, don’t you?” you droned. “I suppose it ‘hiss’ possible.” “That one,” you snapped out, lifting a finger in emphasis. “That one was ‘Meowsy.’” “Awwww, my little bunny is making cat puns now, too!” crooned the voice of the Cheshire neko. “I’m so proud!” You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I learned from the best,” you drawled, waving a hand dismissively. “Now come on out!” A pause. No response. “I’m waiting!” you called out, louder. Right on cue, you felt a tap on your right shoulder. You turned…and spotted nothing. Then came a tap on your left shoulder. You rolled your eyes, turned again…and once more spotted nothing. Then you started to turn around…and found yourself almost eyeball-to-eyeball with two large, glowing, golden eyes. “BOO!” “GYAH!” You yelped and jumped about six inches into the air, catching yourself on a nearby chair as you stared up at the disembodied head floating before you, a few feet above the surface of an empty table. The head giggled in a high-pitched, half-hysterical way; an unhinged but not necessarily dangerous sort of laugh, followed by a teasing grin filled with many large, sharp white teeth. “Gotcha! Nya!” sing-songed the fair-skinned face of your beau, his purple ears twitching where they sprouted from under his equally purple-haired head. A faint jingle came from the ears, courtesy of the little brass piercings shaped like signposts in each. You blinked…then frowned, blushing a bit at being caught off guard so easily. “Very funny,” you grumbled. “I thought it was!” chirruped the Cheshire Cat-Boy, his head spinning in place a full three-hundred-sixty degrees. You quivered. “How do you do that?” you muttered. “A good meow-gician never reveals his secrets!” “A GOOD magician,” you responded dryly, “Would be on time and not make such terrible jokes.” “Well, then it’s a good thing I’m not one of those!” “…Yet you won’t reveal your secrets anyway.” “Nya-ope!” “…Your jokes just get worse from here, don’t they?” Your boyfriend giggled and rolled his eyes, then his head swooped forward. You went stiff as he sniffed at your hair, and his head began to orbit around your own. It was an unsettling feeling, and you squirmed a bit, blushing as he meowed and leaned close, the lone head nuzzling your cheek as you heard the big kitty purr. “Awww…no need to be so mean, my little bun-bun,” he crooned…then licked your cheek and rumbled as he added in a whisper: “It makes you taste less sweet, you know.” You blushed bright red, and he giggled more. “Awww, bunny-bun is so cuuute when they’re flustered!” he mewed, and once again came around to your front. “Don’t worry, my little rabbit! This big kitty won’t gobble you up! Today, anyway.” “That’s a shame…” “Hm? Nya? What was that?” “Nothing, nothing,” you said, shaking your head, then tilted it as you added: “Can you make your whole self visible? It’s…weird chatting with a talking head.” You had a feeling your significant other shrugged, but since you couldn’t see his shoulders at that point, you weren’t sure. In any event, slowly but surely, the physical body of Alchemi Alchemivich Pinka – alias, Che’Nya the Cheshire Cat – finally began to fade into view. He looked the same as he always did: dressed in a white dress shirt that was several sizes two big, under which he wore a pink-and-purple-striped t-shirt. A ring with the image of a smiling cat’s head was on one of his fingers, each of which ended in short-but-sharp claws, painted the same shade of purple as his hair. A matching purple belt held up the blue jeans he wore; it bore a silver buckle, and the words “Can You Stand on Your Head?” stitched into it with silver thread. All over the legs of his blue jeans were various colored patches, resembling mushrooms, trees, and Mome Raths – strange creatures that inhabited the realm of the Queen of Hearts. Purple boots with black laces were on his feet; they were decorated in gold chains with pendants that spelled the phrases “This Way” and “That Way.” Your boyfriend smiled and blinked his huge yellow eyes. His two canine teeth stuck out from his mouth, and with his large eyes and the way he cocked his head, you couldn’t help but smile; he really did look so much like a big, curious kitten, bushy purple-and-pink-striped tail swishing behind him and all. “Can I ask you a question, Bunny?” he mewed, as he hopped down and sat the wrong way on a chair. “Sure,” you nodded. “Oh, good!” grinned Che’Nya. A pause. “…So?” “So what?” “What was it?” “What was what?” “The question!” “What question?” “The one you just asked!” “I asked a question?” “Yes, you asked if you could ask a question!” “Well, then I already asked you a question, didn’t I? In fact, I think I just asked…” He tilted his head and counted on his fingers. “…Six! A half dozen questions! Now, isn’t that great? OOH! That one makes lucky number seven!” “But…that…that doesn’t…!” Che’Nya grinned and placed his head in his hands, his chin against the back of the chair, eyes half-lidded. Try me, bunny, his smile seemed to say. Go ahead. You blinked…then grumbled and reached out, booping him on the nose. Che’Nya’s smile fell. He blinked…then sneezed, and pouted as he covered his nose. “Heeeey, no booping!” he meowed, childishly. “Then stop talking in circles.” “I don’t talk in circles,” he smirked. “I talk in squares, triangles, occasionally hexagons, and even a few parallelograms, but NEVER circles!” “You’re impossible.” “Hardly,” Che’Nya chuckled. “I do believe in Six Impossible Things before breakfast each morning, though…then I usually go out and eat them.” He winked and licked his lips as he added: “For instance…Thing Number Five this morning was believing I had the best little human in the world as my S-O. Now, doesn’t that seem impossible?” You blinked. “…I can’t tell if that was a compliment or not.” “Then I have done my job,” Che’Nya said. So saying, the Cheshire Cat got up from the chair and hugged you close. You froze up, not expecting the sudden show of affection…but when he started nuzzling your neck and purring, you smiled and returned the hug. “You may be impossible…but you’re MY kind of impossible,” you whispered. “Awww…bunnyyyyy, you’ll make me blush,” mumbled Che’Nya. “Then I’ll have done MY job,” you teased. Che’Nya giggled. “Touche! Nya!” he sang out, then pulled back and grinned at you excitedly, tail twitching as he clapped his hands. “Oh! Oh! I almost forgot! I wanna show you a trick! Can I, can I? Huh?” You chuckled and smiled; his exuberance never ceased to make you grin almost as widely as he could. Almost. Aside from maybe the Leech Twins, no one could smile as wide as the Cheshire Cat…and certainly no one could do so and NOT make it absolutely mortifying to behold. “Sure,” you said, and sat down on a chair, figuring the big event could wait till after he’d gotten it out of his system. “Go ahead, kitty.” Che’Nya let out a “squee” of delight, then made a show of clearing his throat. He then adopted a dramatic pose and waggled his fingers as he tugged on his baggy white sleeves. “Nothing up my sleeves!” he declared…then reached out with one hand. “But something back here…” You smirked and rolled your eyes as he reached behind your ear; this was an old trick, you knew how it- “Boop!” You let out a mousey squeak as suddenly something bopped your nose…then blinked as you realized, instead of a coin, he had pulled what appeared to be a golden pocket watch, tied to a matching gold chain, and had gently tapped your nose with it. Che’Nya grinned as he then lowered the watch into your waiting hands. You blinked as you looked at the gold watch; the outside was etched with your name, and when you flipped it open, the ticking watch hands inside were designed to look like Che’Nya himself (as the minute hand), with you as the hour hand…chasing him with a newspaper. You blinked…then looked up. The catboy’s eyes were very wide, and he was fidgeting anxiously. “Nya? Do you like it?” he meowed, sounding more nervous than you felt he wanted to show. “I…I do! It’s…it’s lovely!” you chuckled, and chastised yourself for using a word like “lovely,” before going on: “How did you get it? Did you…make it?” “Nope. But I have a friend who actually makes clocks and watches. He’s a bunny – actual bunny, not just cute-bunny-like-human, the way you are.” He took a moment to smirk at your blush before going on. “He gave me a discount, so I asked him to make that for me, custom. Oh! And there’s more!” Che’Nya added, and reached into the pocket of his jeans, sticking out his tongue as he focused on trying to fish something out. It took him several tries; he pulled out a yo-yo, a bag of jelly beans, a teacup, and a kitchen sink (you were NOT going to ask), before finally finding what he was looking for. “Aha! Purr-fect!” he exclaimed, and smiled as he handed over a large paper card. It looked like an oversized Ace of Hearts. Curious, you took the card, and realized it opened up; a greeting card. You looked at the words written inside; they were written over an image of a huge, cat-toothed smile. You read them aloud. “Keep Smiling, Bunny. Happy Valentine’s Day.” You looked up; Che’Nya’s eyes were very, very wide again, once again looking anxious and eager. You smiled and stood on tip-toe, kissing him on the nose. He mewed and you chuckled. “Thanks, kitty. I appreciate it a lot.” “Hey, it’s Valentine’s Day,” Che’Nya smiled back, swishing his tail happily as his ears twitched again, once again making the piercings tingle like little bells. “I would be a pretty meow-sy boyfriend if I didn’t get you a gift and a card.” “Now you’re just stealing MY puns, that’s plagiarism.” “I think you mean…” Che’Nya paused…then blinked…and tilted his head. He mouthed a few silent nothings to himself…then shrugged. “Never mind. I can’t think of a pun with that. There’s glory for you!” You crinkled your nose, and remarked, “I don’t know what you mean by glory.” “Of course you don’t, till I tell you,” Che’Nya sniffed, and explained: “When I said ‘glory,’ I meant ‘there’s a tough puzzle for you.’” “…Um…glory doesn’t mean ‘a tough puzzle’ though.” “When I choose a word,” Che’Nya responded, sagely, “It means precisely what I choose it to mean. Neither more nor less.” “Yeah, but the question is whether or not you can make a word mean-” You were stopped by Che’Nya placing a finger on your lips. His smile was indulgent, as if he were talking to a child. “The question,” he said, gently, “Is which is to be the Master. That’s all.” You were much too puzzled to respond to that properly…so you instead reached out and gave the mischievous kitten a tickling poke in the tummy. Che’Nya mewed and giggled backing up and placing his hands on his belly to protect it. “H-Hey! No! No tickling!” he meowed, blushing a bit. You smirked triumphantly…but your triumph was short lived, as the moment was broken by a deep, gurgling rumble from the belly you had just poked. GRRROOORRRLLLLBG… “Oooh,” murmured Che’Nya, wincing a bit and giving a more strained sort of smile as he scratched the back of his head with one hand, the other clutching his belly more tightly. “H-Heh…I think you woke up my tummy. I, um…I might have skipped lunch today…” “Awww, poor kitty,” you cooed, teasingly, then grinned back. “Well, thankfully, I asked you over here because I have my own Valentine’s Day gift for you.” Che’Nya’s ears perked up and he smiled wider, yellow eyes brightening. “Nya? You did? How purr-fectly wonderful of you, bunny-bun!” he sang, clapping his hands together in joy, and looking around. “Where is it? What is it? Show me, show me!” A twinkle was in your eye that might have made the Cheshire Cat proud as you stepped aside and gestured to the long table under a tree in the Tea Garden. Che’Nya stepped forward to inspect the table…then stopped in place, eyes widening all the more at what he saw. You chuckled as you looked to the fruits of your labors: with help from Trey, you’d gotten quite the little feast prepared. Half of it was store bought, the other half homemade. Given the spirit of Valentine’s Day, it was a feast that was sugar saturated: the only things not involving a great deal of saccharine sweetness were a basket of chicken tenders from Che’Nya’s favorite restaurant, and a Salmon Filet that you had gotten from the Mostro Lounge. Of course, Che’Nya’s love of tuna was renowned (right on par with Grim’s taste for it), so you had to have tuna at the table…but in the spirit of the holiday, you’d taken a different route than usual. Trey and yourself had looked up a recipe for CANDIED tuna: strips of the fish cured with salt, pepper, and maple sugar. From that point on, everything was sugary: a box of gourmet chocolates and a vase of chocolate roses were obvious must-haves for a Valentine’s meal. Vanilla cupcakes with purple hearts made in icing were also prepared, set beside a box of marshmallow bluebirds. A carton of Neopolitan ice cream was on the opposite side of the cupcakes…and last, but certainly not least, the favorite food of EVERYONE in Heartslabyul, and second only to fish and poultry for Che’Nya’s tastes: strawberry tarts, crisply cooked, and so fresh they were still steaming. You looked back to Che’Nya; his expression reminded you of a meme of a kitten looking at Christmas Tree lights for the first time, and you couldn’t keep the soft “d’awww” that escaped from you. “Like what you see?” you checked. Che’Nya blinked…then looked back at you. “You do know all that sugar is going to go to my hips, right?” “You say that as if it would discourage me.” Che’Nya smirked, and this time HE tapped YOUR nose. “Naughty-naughty, funny bunny,” he sing-songed. You blushed and grumbled to yourself as you brushed his hand away. Che’Nya sniggered, then made a show of cracking his knuckles and neck as he strutted towards the table, big bushy tail whisking about behind him. “Well…you know what they say: time to take the tiger by the horns.” You started to agree…then paused when you actually digested (no pun intended) that saying. “Wait…that’s not-” “ITADAKIMASU!” meowed Che’Nya, as he hopped into his seat at the table…and without so much as another word, grabbed hold of the cupcakes and began to eat. Ten cupcakes had been placed upon a plate, organized into a heart shape. The Cheshire Neko snatched up one of them and, without even the slightest ado (nor any sense of decorum) stuffed the entire cupcake into his mouth. NOMPH! You watched, wide-eyed and very still, as Che’Nya’s cheeks bulged with the cupcake inside his mouth; his eyes closed as he chewed slowly – GRUM, GRUM, GRUM – tail swishing, the look on his face like that of a very happy kitten as he purred softly at the flavor…then – GRULPH! – swallowed the cupcake whole. He licked some crumbs off his cheeks…then, his jaws opened wide again – wider than many would think should be physically possible – fangs parting as he began to shovel the remaining nine cupcakes into his mouth at record-breaking speed. CHOMPH-NOMPH-GROMPH-HROMPH…! You slowly began to approach the table, watching with something approaching awe as the half-cat tore through the pastries like famine was fast approaching. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen your kitty eat so much and so fast, and you knew it was only the beginning…but that never made it any less phenomenal. Between himself and some in Savanaclaw, you wondered if it was just a cat thing to be a living bottomless pit…though while some in that dorm preferred tons and tons of meat, Che’Nya was more well-known for his sweet tooth, when it came to his appetite. The cupcakes had soon been guzzled; Che’Nya next turned his attention to the chocolate roses, there were three in the vase. He plucked one free, and began to untie the wrapping around the chocolate bulb in thin strips… “Hmmm…my bunny loves me…he hates me not…he loves me…he hates me not…” You smiled as you pulled up a seat beside him and kissed the hand holding the rose playfully. “Either one works,” you shrugged cheerily. Che’Nya let out a giggle, and finished unwrapping the rose…before popping the chocolate into his mouth. He smirked around his closed mouth, winked…and then – SCHLUPK! – pulled the rose free. Only the plastic stem, wrapped in green paper, came out…he had managed to ingest the entire piece of chocolate. Che’Nya rumbled and moaned around a closed mouth; you watched as his right cheek bulged, and then his left, as he swirled the chocolate around, letting it melt in his mouth for a few moments…then, he swallowed faintly – GLURK – and you watched as his throat rippled every so slightly, Adam’s Apple rising and falling subtly, as he let the melted chocolate trickle down his throat. “Mmmmm,” he murmured, as he plucked a second rose up. “Roses are red, violets are blue, chocolate is tasty…” He paused…then you let out an “eep!” of surprise as he leaned forward and licked the very tip of your nose. “…And so are yooouuu,” he sang, with a big, teasing smile. You blushed and half-heartedly swiped at his ears. He cackled and dodged, then chomped down on the second rose. You heard his teeth saw through the chocolate before he swallowed, then treated the third and final rose in much the same manner. This was evidently enough sweetness for the catboy, at least for the start, because the next item he selected was the salmon filet. As he pulled it closer, you reached to helpfully grab a couple of plastic utensils from a box you’d provided… …Then stopped short as the cat tilted his head back, and lifted the entire filet up over his head. His jaws fell wide open, tongue rolling out like a red carpet…before he dropped the pinkish-red fish meat in and slurped it up noisily before swallowing it all in one bite. SCHLUGULP! You watched, eyes tracing the bulge the salmon made in the Cheshire Cat’s throat as it slithered down his esophagus, before dropping past his chest, and vanishing into the belly behind his shirt. The shirt fit very loosely, so you couldn’t tell what it was like behind the garment…which only made you feel a bit disappointed… …No matter. Very soon, that would be changing. “Ahhhhh…tasty fishy!” chirruped Che’Nya, and blinked his big yellow eyes at you, one ear flicking as he asked: “Did you get anything to drink?” You nodded and held up a finger in a “one moment” gesture, before reaching under the table; you pulled out three large bottles, each containing three liters of cherry soda. Che’Nya clapped his knuckles together his grin widening and eyes all but sparkling at the sight. “Oh, YAY! My favorite flavor! Thank you, bunny-bun!” “Don’t mention it,” you chuckled, and cracked open the bottle for him. The playful feline made grabby-hands at you as you offered him the bottle, which he wasted no time in placing to his lips as he began to chug down the bubbling, fizzing, dark red liquid within. GLUG, GLUG, GLUG… With every swallow Che’Nya took, his neck bobbed and pulsed, the super-sweet, tangy soda pop gushing down his gullet almost by the cup-full. You admitted it was slightly surprising that cherry was Che’Nya’s favorite soft drink; based on color, you would have presumed he’d prefer grape. But then again, the Cheshire Cat was nothing if not frequently surprising. As the soda sloshed down his throat, your eye fell towards the feline’s abdomen again; you could actually hear the fruity beverage dropping down, cascading like a waterfall into his burbling belly. Finally, you saw a sight that made your heart sing and brought pinkness to your cheeks once more: that baggy, ill-fitting white shirt began to became more taut and stretched around the middle of the Cheshire Cat’s lean, lithe midsection. It was finally starting to press out… …And it must have been by quite an amount, because as soon as he finished off the bottle, pulling it away with a somewhat dramatic “Pah!” and tossing it away (one of you would pick it up later; littering was against Rule Thirty-One), he grunted and reached down, adjusting his belt and loosening his waistband, sighing as his stomach no doubt sagged from the weight within… …If that knowledge didn’t make you blush enough, what happened next as the pressure was released slightly did. “BRRRRRUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRP!” the Cheshire catboy burped, surprisingly long and loud for such a slippery creature. He blinked, seemingly surprised at the volume and power of the eruption, one ear flicking…then laughed childishly. “Hoo hoo hoo! I think my tummy’s getting a little bit bubbly,” he cooed, then smirked at you and reached out, taking one of your wrists. “Hmmm…c’mere…feel.” Even if you had wanted to resist, the firm grasp on your wrist denied you that privilege. So, instead, you scooted closer…and blushed more than ever as Che’Nya managed to lift up the veritable blanket of his oversized white shirt…revealing to you the pale, silky skin of his normally concave belly, now swollen by a few solid inches till it looked like he had swallowed a small melon or some sort of ball. The Cheshire Cat meowed softly as he guided your hand to his belly…and then released your wrist as your fingertips, and then your palm, rested over the curve of his midsection. His belly was textured softer than velvet, warm as a heated pillow. When you pressed upon it, it gave ever so slightly under your pressure. Che’Nya hiccuped and then stifled another burp, catching it in his cheeks… “HIC-MMMRRRRRLLLLPH…phoosh.” …Before teasingly blowing the gas right in your face. You coughed and blushed, tears springing to your eyes as Che’Nya smirked lazily at you. “…C-Cat Breath,” you gasped out. “You know you love it,” cooed Che’Nya, licking his fangs and winking…then giggled as he lifted one arm. “Hey, check this out…” He waggled his fingers…and, before your very eyes, the hand that had been there wasn’t there any more. There was no flash of light, no puff of smoke; one second the hand was there, the next, it wasn’t. “Nothing up my sleeves again!” he sang out. You rolled your eyes…then yelped, momentarily allowing your hand to leave his belly (which you instantly regretted, perhaps more than you cared to admit aloud), as the hand reappeared, floating in mid-air, and holding the basket of chicken strips. You looked from the hand and the basket, and back up to Che’Nya…who, with his one remaining hand, gave you the biggest, widest “kitty eyes” he could…and then pointed into his mouth. “Feed me?” he meowed, innocently. …You couldn’t decide if that was cute, attractive, or both. You decided on both, and nodded with a wide smile, taking the basket from Che’Nya’s…disembodied…floating…hand (yeah, having the Cheshire Cat for a boyfriend was WEIRD sometimes), and placed it in your lap as you adjusted your chair. Che’Nya “recalled” his hand (it vanished from thin air and reappeared back in place at the end of his arm), and happily wiggled as he reclined slightly in the well-padded throne Riddle usually occupied. You dimly imagined Riddle complaining about cat shedding all over his cushions, and couldn’t help but snicker as you lifted one of the crispy, perfectly seasoned tenders from the basket. “Open wide,” you said. Che’Nya was only too happy to oblige, closing his eyes and letting his mouth fall open expectantly. You could have sworn a puff of steam came from his salivating jaws as he did so…you opted not to comment on it, for numerous reasons. You blushed as you had a very good look at the deep red, saliva-dripping interior of his maw, framed by pointed white fangs, including those two elongated canines that had a tendency to stick out in an (adorable) overbite…fangs that were primed to cut and rip into anything that got too close and tasted delicious… You quivered, suddenly imagining yourself being dangled over that wide maw like a mouse…and shook your head quickly to clear it before holding the chicken strip over his mouth. Your lips quirked as you saw his nose twitch in a decidedly catlike way, ears pricking up happily as he no doubt smelled the spices and seasonings used in the batter to bread the tenders. Without any further ceremony, you let the chicken tender drop…and Che’Nya quickly scarfed it up in three fast bites, like a cat snarfing down a very fat rodent. He rumbled pleasantly, sighing through his nose as he chewed, teeth piercing into the juicy white meat…before – GRULP! – swallowing it down in one bite. Your eyes followed the lump in Che’Nya’s throat as it vanished…and you let out a soft squeak as the cat let out a low, rumbling burp, once again right in your face. “Uuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrp…hoo-hoo, excuse me…more, please!” You didn’t have to be told twice. One by one, you fed the boy with the catlike ears all of the chicken tenders. There were eight in total; the first four, Che’Nya chewed up happily…but with the last rest, he didn’t seem to chew at all, wolfing them down (ironically for a big cat) and swallowing them whole. Hot, moist breath pelted your face, steadily smelling more and more strong as you added food to the organic cauldron deep within the catboy’s core. As you watched him scarf down the last chicken strip, and put away the empty basket, the purple-and-pink tail of the felid hybrid swirled out and swept up the heart-shaped box of gourmet chocolates you had chosen, and carefully desposited it into your hands. You smiled and opened the box. “Any you would like first?” you said, offering to show him the contents…but Che’Nya shook his head, looking quite excited. “Surprise me!” he meowed happily. You chuckled and looked into the box briefly, trying to decide…before plucking up the chocolate of choice: a simple mini-bar drizzled with a spiral of white chocolate. Che’Nya stuck out his tongue, and you blushed as you placed the chocolate onto the tongue directly…then yelped, barely having time to pull your fingers away before the tongue retracted and the sharp teeth snapped shut. Che’Nya chewed a few times and purred. “Mmmmm,” he murmured, and swallowed before commenting: “GULP…orange crème! Yummy! More, more!” You smiled wider, and, just as you had with the chicken strips, began to feed the big kitty one chocolate at a time. The orange crème was followed by one of raspberry crème, which was then followed up by caramel, then nougat, then a chocolate truffle… GLUPP-GLUPP-GLUPP… The purple-and-pink-haired catboy happily swallowed each chocolate, purring pleasantly as each morsel was placed inside his mouth and sent rolling down his neck and into his stomach, melting into cream and pooling in his tummy, which gurgled in a happy, high-pitched sort of way as the sugary, milky confections plopped half-solid into the pit. Every so often, his slippery, sloppy, somewhat sandpapery tongue would brush against your fingers, slurping over your hands…the first couple of times, this MIGHT have been accidental…but after the third slurp, you caught the hungry gleam in his golden eyes, and knew it wasn’t. There were two dozen chocolates in the box; two of each kind available. Ironically, the last chocolate you gave to Che’Nya turned out to be identical to the first: an orange crème-filled morsel drizzled with white chocolate in a spiral shape. You reached out to place it in his open maw… NOMPH! “YEH?!” You yelped in surprise and instinctively tried to pull back…and blushed when a playful growl and firm resistance met your efforts. You felt as if steam might be pouring from your cheeks, as Che’Nya had somehow managed to wrap his mouth around your entire hand. You felt his tongue slurp over your fingers as he suckled on you with a deep rumble; you barely even noticed the moment when the chocolate was flicked away and sent tumbling down his throat to join the rest in his guts. Finally, Che’Nya released you – after what was probably less than a minute, but felt like more than an hour – and you absent-mindedly wiped your hand clean with a napkin. Che’Nya licked and smacked his lips, before letting out a short, sharp sort of belch. “BRUPK! Mph…yum-meow!” he declared, snickering at his horrible pun. You blinked slowly. “…Are you referring to the chocolate, or me?” you asked, dryly. Che’Nya grinned and winked. “Yes.” God dang this teasing cat. You grumbled and tried to bap him on the nose…only to swat at thin air as his head disappeared from his shoulders. Just as you registered this anomaly, you nearly jumped a foot in the air as a loud, abrasive noise blasted like an airhorn in your ears from behind you. “BOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAP!” “GAH! D-Don’t…don’t DO that!” You panted, startled and blushing all at once. The belly of the headless body of Che’Nya bounced as his disembodied head spun around in mid-air, laughing good-naturedly. “Sorry, sorry!” he chuckled out, and winked teasingly. “No need to LOSE YOUR HEAD about things.” You grumbled and huffed, trying to show him you were ABSOLUTELY mad at him, yes, totally. He blinked, and meowed…then his floating head nuzzled your shoulder. To anyone else, this would have been surreal and disturbing. To you…at this point, it was just Sunday. “Will you feed me those bluebirds if I say I’m sorry?” he mewed, glancing towards the marshmallow birds and giving you his most innocent eyes. You blinked at him…then smiled, and scratched him behind his ears. He purred happily, a cheery smile on his face at the attention. “Sure,” you said, in a warm, simple voice. There was a pause. “Well?” “Nya?” Che’Nya murmured opening his eyes as his head pulled away and floated just out of reach. “Well what?” “Say you’re sorry!” “I already did!” he grinned happily. Your mouth opened and closed a few times…but you finally just gave up, throwing your hands up and half-sighing, half-chuckling before reaching for the marshmallow birds. Che’Nya smirked triumphantly, and his head flipped clear over yours before landing back in its proper place atop his neck, fingers drumming over his already bloated tummy, which inched out further and further… You opened the box of candy bluebirds; there were only a half dozen of them in total. Feeling rather playful yourself now, you mouthed the word “Catch” to your half-cat boyfriend, and lifted one of the marshmallow treats, preparing to throw it. Che’Nya nodded, catching onto what you were thinking instantly, and opened his mouth. You thus tossed the six birds – once again, one by one – into his mouth.

Che’Nya did not close his mouth nor swallow till all six of the marshmallow goodies were dropped into his craw…then, and only then, did he shut his jaws tight. He chewed three times, grinding away at the squishy, spongy stuff…and then swallowed it all in one go. GLULP! A thick, round, distention formed in Che’Nya’s neck. He grunted and thumped his chest as it passed behind his ribcage…then sighed and patted his belly, which let out a deep “glort” as the food was dropped into place. “Oof…nya…I think I need to wash that one down,” he mumbled, and grabbed hold of the second bottle of cherry soda himself. He cracked it open, paused to allow the pressurized air to settle…then unscrewed the cap and rapidly began to swill down all three liters. His Adam’s Apple bobbed and bounced as if suspended in tumultuous water… GLUG, GLUG, GLUG…! You listened to the sound of the soda pouring down into the Cheshire hybrid’s belly. GLORSH, GLORSH, GLORSH…your mind began to wander, conjuring up a mental picture of what it must have been like inside that swollen stomach, as it continued to expand, creaking against the waistband of the cat’s trousers, the pulled-up shirt draped over its upper curve. Dark…swampy…slimy…smelly…the walls ever moving, always working to stir up the contents of the beast-man’s bowels…you imagined being squeezed in-between them, the soda pouring down over your head as the stomach growled hungrily in your ears… …The rumbling belch from your boyfriend snapped you out of it. “GWWWUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRP! Ahhhh…you chose the BEST soda, bunny!” Alchemi smiled widely, tail flipping happily behind him as he grunted and once again adjusted his belt, groaning with relief as his gut was allowed more breathing room. “Ooof…I’m feeling kinda heavy now…mmmmrrrrroooowwwwl…” “I’m not surprised,” you mumbled, eying that engorged stomach, which was now bigger than a basketball, tightly compressed behind the waistband of the kitty-boy’s patched pants. Your fingers twitched and fidgeted, but you somehow restrained yourself, watching as Che’Nya rubbed over his belly himself, claws lightly brushing against his sensitive, supple skin… “Oooooh…soooo full already,” he half-moaned, half-purred. “I can feel it all getting sloshed and churned around in there…” He patted the side of his belly and hiccuped before sighing and going on. “HIC! Ohhhh…all that sugar’s making my tummy feel all hot and heavy, too…I might not have much money, but I’m gonna be a literal ‘fat cat’ when it’s all done, I know it…” “One can only hope.” “Nya?” “Nothing, nothing,” you said, shaking your head…then reached for the dish of candied tuna strips, holding it out with a hopeful smile. “Sure you don’t have room for more?” Che’Nya blinked; one of his ears flickered and he leaned close, innocently sniffing at the dish; his gut let out a powerful, NEEDY roar as the scent of maple and that wonderful fishy odor all cats seemed to like teased his tastebuds. He licked the very tips of his jagged teeth. “…Well…no, I don’t have any room,” he admitted. You turned your head down, a little disappointed…not only because you wanted to see your boyfriend even more stuffed than usual, but because you’d really been looking forward to him trying the tuna… …But your spirits were lifted when Che’Nya added, “But I think I can fit more in my belly. Always space for tasty fishies!” “But…you just said you don’t have any room.” “I don’t,” the Cat sniffed, somewhat snootily, and gestured about with his ring hand. “We are here in the great outdoors, and there are no rooms out here! MY room isn’t even at this CAMPUS, so therefore, I can’t have it. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t space…” He poked his belly with one finger; it wobbled. “…In. Here.” You squirmed a bit and let out a whimpery noise…which you immediately covered up with a cough. Che’Nya tilted his head, as if confused by your reaction…but you waved him off and simply offered the plate again. “Whatever…go ahead and dig in, you silly kitty.” “I can’t dig without a shovel; I’d get dirt under my claws!” pouted Che’Nya. You responded by giving his belly a light shove…which resulted in him grunting and burping crudely out the side of his mouth. “Mph…BWWWOOOORRRRRK! Heeey, not nice!” he huffed, brushing the burp aside. “Actually, that sounded VERY nice to me,” you muttered. Che’Nya’s face immediately became a smirk, and he playfully tousled your hair. You swatted at his hands with a half-hearted sneer, and he chuckled before finally beginning to eat the candied tuna, picking it up two strips at a time and dropping them into his wide open mouth. He growled, the caramelized coating on the fish creating a sweet-and-salty taste that ignited his tastebuds, making the feline’s golden eyes roll in his head as he crunched them up like pieces of bacon – MUNCH, MUNCH, MUNCH – before swallowing and chomping down on two more slices. There were eight pieces of candied tuna, just as there had been eight pieces of chicken. After four rounds, Che’Nya put the empty plate down on the table, and purred as he licked and sucked on the fingers of his other hand. “Mmmmm…sooooo tasty,” he crooned, and grinned widely at you. “One of the best things I’ve ever tasted! It’s purrrrrrr-fect! Can I have more of that? Pleeeaaase?” “Some other time,” you chuckled, smiling very wide at the exuberance of the kittenish imp, and pointed to the table. “There are still two more courses left.” Che’Nya nodded, and hummed thoughtfully, one hand scratching his chin, and the other scratching his “slorshing” belly as he tried to decide between the tarts and the carton of Neopolitan ice cream. “Hmmmm,” he murmured…then, seemingly out of nowhere, summoned a silver coin into his hand and looked to you. “Quick! Heads or tails?” “Uhhh…h-heads?” you exclaimed, taken off guard. Che’Nya flipped the coin and caught it again, checking it quickly. “Well?” He looked to you…smirked…and you blinked as his head AND his tail both disappeared. “That,” his disembodied voice answered, “Would be telling.” So saying, his tail suddenly reappeared, and tickled your nose. You sneezed and glared half-heartedly as his head returned with a laugh, and he reached for the ice cream, as well as a plastic spoon. He opened the carton, dropping the lid onto the table…then smirked at you as he scooped up a spoonful from the strawberry side of the carton. “Nya…THIS is ‘digging in,’ funny bunny,” he winked…and proceeded to shovel the ice cream at record-breaking speed into his mouth, arm practically a blur as he gobbled up the cool, creamy dessert dish… GLOMPH-GRULPH-NOMPH-MRULPH…! Globs of ice cream chased each other down the Cheshire Cat’s gullet as he guzzled it up as fast as he could; it was like his esophagus had become a cooled conveyor belt. Idly, you marveled at how he didn’t seem to get brain freeze from slurping it up so rapidly. Che’Nya alternated between the three flavors in a rhythmic pattern: strawberry, vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, vanilla, chocolate…he chowed down, lapping up the melted cream like a cat might lap up milk before continuing to virtually inhale the more solid stuff. He soon finished a quarter of the carton…then half…then two thirds… “Guh…oooof…fffaaahhhhaaaa…” Che’Nya panted, dropping the spoon into the empty carton, and then dropping that into the grass at his feet. He panted, clutching his belly with one hand as the ice cream sat heavily in his belly; his guts sounded like a processing vat at a factory, stirring and swirling the thick mush within, thickened by the sweet, cold cream he’d pumped down into the pit. “BLLLLUUUUUURRRRRRRLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUGLP!” he belted out, and sighed deeply. “Nyaaaaa…tummy’s sooooo – HIC-URP! – so gurgly…I feel – HIC! – so heavy…” You were red as a strawberry as you glanced between Che’Nya’s face and his belly. He seemed to know what you were thinking, as he looked to you with his widest, most innocent, most pleading “kitty eyes” and mewed sweetly. “Tummy rubs?” was all he said. That was all the invitation your twitching fingers needed, as you had to hold yourself back from lunging at his bloated gut. You reached towards his waistband; he rumbled curiously as you unfastened his belt, and then the button of his pants… ZZZRRRIIIP! BLORGSH! “NYYYYYYYYYYAAAAOOOOORRRRRRUUUUUUUUUEEEHHHUUURRRRRRRP! Ahhhhhh…sooooo GOOD…” Your eyes widened as Che’Nya’s belly poured out like a huge ball of dough into his lap, completely freed from restraints, surging forth from under the draped portion of his baggy white shirt. His navel was stretched into a tight ellipse, and you felt your heart pound faster in your chest as you looked upon the bloated mass of his middle. “…Eeee…eeeeeeeeeeeeee…” “Awwww…bunny liiiiikes?” Che’Nya breathed out, eyes half-lidded as he grinned at your expression and let out a giggle; his gut sloshed and jostled with his mirth. “C’mon, bunny-bunny…it’s nya-ot gonna rub itself…” Once again, you needed no further invitation. Your hands soon found their way to the warm, soft belly one of them had been pressed to earlier, and you began to tend to your boyfriend’s big, bulbous belly. Across the silken surface, your fingers caressed the softest, most tender portions of the belly of the beast-boy, and kneaded and massaged at the tenser areas. You let your hand wander to the side of the burgeoning belly, the size of a large medicine ball, and gave it a few hearty pats; each little slap made a satisfying thump, like smacking the sides of a ripened gourd. Che’Nya meowed and purred deeply; for several moments, he didn’t move or say a word, eyes closed as he just enjoyed the wonderful gut rubs you were giving him: a gift almost as good, if not better, than the bountiful, super-saccharine feast you had prepared. He lay limp and totally relaxed, crooning and meowing a few times as you scritched and scratched at the upper curve and the sides of his globular gut…being pampered was soooo good… …Then his nose twitched…and he opened one yellow eye. The glimmering golden iris smoldered like a dying candle as he eyed the last dish on the table. An arm draped over your shoulder, momentarily stopping you…and you watched as Che’Nya pointed with his other arm at the strawberry tarts. There were five of them arranged on the plate in a neat little array. He said nothing, but simply pointed into his open mouth, then poked his giant belly with one finger. You smiled, nodded, and paused to grab the plate. You placed it upon his gut…and with one hand gently rubbing back and forth over the center-part of his gastric globe, you used the other to feed him the tarts. The first tart was finished in just two bites…but after that, the cat ate more slowly. His teeth sank into the crispy, warm, buttery crust and pulled away the strawberry filling within with a growl as he chewed steadily before GULPing down huge mouthfuls…but the mouthfuls came with greater gaps between them. The feline breathed more heavily, even letting out little keening sounds as he went on: the second disappeared into his guts in another two bites, though more widely spaced out…but the third went down in three bites. The fourth went down in four…and, at last, the fifth and final tart was eaten in a number of bites that matched the pattern. Che’Nya licked his chops, lapping up some stray crumbs…then coughed and grimaced. “That…th-that last one was…a little dry,” he panted out, clearly finding it harder to breathe from the sheer weight in his bowels. You nodded and reached for the final bottle of soda, offering it to him. Che’Nya eyed it almost distrustfully, very much like a spoiled pet cat not sure what to make of a new brand of cat food…then shrugged and took the triple-liter, cracking it open and slugging it down as he had the two before. GLUG…GLUG…GLUG… The half-cat drank more slowly as he began to drain the final three-liter of strong-and-sweet cherry soda. You watched as it flooded down his gullet in waves. Unable to contain your flustered curiosity, you carefully lowered your head, and rested it upon the belly of the beast-man like it was your own pillow. The first thing that registered was the wonderful warmth of your kitty-cat’s body…then, you could hear the gurgles, louder than ever. The splashing noises as soda slushed down into bubbling mire, making it froth more than ever as the muscular contractions swished the fluid and sludge inside. You closed your eyes, and you could almost imagine those sounds surrounding you…the borborygmi a peculiar lullaby, making you feel as if you could melt away and forget your problems… …Not literally, of course. You were kinky, not suicidal. And besides, while Che’Nya may not have been the most heroic student of Royal Sword…the fact he chose that over Night Raven said something about his ethical viewpoints. With some, like Leona Kingscholar or Floyd Leech, you had no clue if their threats to devour and digest you were truly jokes or not. With Che’Nya, there was always that safety blanket: he really was just a big, fluffy kitten at heart. “Gruh!” grunted said fluffy kitten, as he polished off the last of the cherry soda…and you could actually hear the gases in his belly ROAR as it rumbled deeply before a HUGE eruption sounded off just above you. “BYYYUUUUUUUUHHHHHHUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLPK!” Che’Nya sighed deeply and let out a long, moaning meow before speaking: “That…was…a GOOD meal..mmmmmmmaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…” You smiled and gave his bloated tummy a chaste kiss. He mewled and wiggled a bit under you, gut sloshing and bobbling more as a result. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, kitty-cat,” you said, and nuzzled against his belly lovingly. “Mmmm…I think I’m enjoying my own way right now…heh heh…” Che’Nya gave a lazy, languid smirk…and rested a hand over your head. He didn’t press down, didn’t exert any force at all…he just let it rest there. That was fine. You were in no hurry to move your head away from his pillowy, plumpened gut. “So…how do you feel?” you asked, tracing circles around his belly button. “Satisied?” Che’Nya growled deeply; you swore you could hear his toes curl in his boots. “I feel – HUUUURRRRP! – ohhhhh…I feel like I ate away one of my eight remaining lives…” He slurped over his lips and added with a low, bubbling belch: “Worth it.” You chuckled and moved your hand down towards the underside of his gut; the softest, warmest, most sensitive part of his belly. He gasped sharply…then sighed, melting at your touch as you carefully moved your hand with a feather-light sensitivity over that region. “Nyaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaa…so THAT’S why you’re my favorite human,” he mumbled out, slurringly. You sniggered and gave the underside the very softest of pats, biting your lip and pressing into it slightly, just to feel how very, very warm and tender it was. “I try,” you said, simply, and paused before adding: “It helps that you’re my favorite kitty.” “Well, I’m clever and adorable, so I better be.” You smirked, and responded by giving his gut a shake and saying: “Well, you’re not very humble.” “BUUUUURRRRRRP! Ahhhh…humble is not in a cat’s vocabulary,” Che’Nya responded with a shrug. “Or have you ever known a cat that didn’t show some level of vanity?” You felt this could not easily be denied, so you just decided to stick your finger in his navel and move it around in there to distract him. Che’Nya’s eyes fluttered closed and his tongue flopped from his jaws. He panted heavily, tail flopping limp as he relaxed all the more. “Ooooooooh…bunny? Have I ever told you you’re the Cat’s Meow?” “On many occasions,” you answered, choosing not to remind him he’d used that joke already, too. “Mmmm…well…telling you one more time won’t hurt,” Che’Nya murmured with another shrug, twining his fingers in your hair. You rolled your eyes with a loving smile. There was a pause. “…Thank you.” “Nya? For…mph…for what, my bunny?” “The pocket watch. And…and for just being you. Every greedy, confusing, fun, silly, wonderful thing that is you. I…sometimes feel like, since we’re from different schools, so I can’t see you as often as I like, you may not realize how much I-” The hand in your hair gently lifted your head…and the other hand placed a finger on your lips. Che’Nya smiled with a half-lidded, affectionate light in his eyes. “I realize, bunny. I realize,” he said, simply. Those were all the words you needed, and you gave him a peck on the cheek. He blushed and mewed before letting go of your hair and letting out a deep yawn. “Nya…I think I need a catnap…wake me up before it gets dark, so we can clean up. I don’t want Riddle to have a cow…or a horse…or any other farmyard animal. They’d make an awful mess…” You rolled your eyes, but said you would. “Rest easy, my kitty…and Happy Valentine’s Day.” Che’Nya smiled, but he didn’t say Happy Valentine’s Day back. His eyes had closed, and he had already fallen asleep…but the warmth in his smile, the way his arm tightened around you protectively and possessively, and the lustrous purr that thrummed through his core, said everything for him. You smiled just as warmly, then shook your head with amusement and closed your own eyes as you rested your head happily against his sugar-laden stomach once more. “Heh…asleep within seconds. I guess that’s a cat thing, too…”

The End

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bentbliley · 3 years

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i would just like to say that i’m a big fan of galactic man but there isn’t a lot of lore behind the toy(s) and since i’m probably the most knowledgeable person on the lore of galactic man who didn’t actually write the toy bios, i figured i’d compile my research into one place. i might also put an addendum w/ the short bts history of the original galactic man toy (which would also include a bit of tandy, radio shack, transformers, and transformers generations selects history) but for now, here’s my research into the lore of galactic man. if you just want the blurb of lore, scroll down until you see a bolder paragraph.

#long post #hyperfixation #fantasy firearms

ok so this is practically headcanon but there’s no canon so i’m just piecing together what i can from backs of boxes and 2 product catalog listings but here’s what i believe to be the story of galactic man.

id: the original galactic man, a monotone cycloptic robot w/ a bulky chest, a red eye on a hexagon head, and a gun barrel for a left hand. end id.

so let’s start w/ galactic man, he’s a metallic humanoid who can manipulate parts of his body to become weaponry. his three weapon modes are handheld laser gun for assisting in one-on-one battles, vulcan base destroyer to keep evil enemies from conquering the universe, and anti aircraft gun for protecting his outpost on an alien planet.

id: the back of galactic man’s box. the first galactic man logo is at the top and fades down from green to blue. a subtitle describes him as an “electronic space robot slash gun.” then 4 pictures of his 4 modes are shown. clockwise starting w/ top left, they are robot, hand gun, anti aircraft gun, and vulcan base destroyer. 5 bullet points under the pictures that describe the features of the toy. “twist and turn galactic man to create three menacing-looking galactic weapons,” ”anti-aircraft gun protect’s galactic man’s outpost from attacking invaders,” “vulcan base destroyer helps you keep your evil enemies from conquering the universe,” “handheld laser gun lets you battle one-on-one in thrilling space duels,” “exciting rapid-fire and long-beam sound effects with pulsating light for super galactic action.” end id

this product catalog tells us a little more about galactic man. not much but just enough. there’s a mystery as to whether he’s a man or machine implying that he is human sized and shrinks for the handgun mode and that other inhabitants of this universe don’t know either.

id: black and white high contrast print ad for galactic man. only his robot mode can be seen. the text that’s important to this post: “is he a man or machine? twist and turn to create an anti-aircraft gun, vulcan base destroyer or laser gun. exciting sound effects. seven inches tall.” end id.

so w/ all this, we can tell pretty clearly that galactic man is in an outpost on an alien planet and that the aliens who are trying to attack the outpost are called vulcans.

now, i can hear you all asking “what about robocop?” so here’s robocop. he was sold in 2 colour schemes, red and silver and then grey. the back of the box says “team up with galactic man” and basically says this is galactic man, not the robot that we associate w/ the name. this in addition to the lack of any mentions of vulcans and the new logo make me believe this is a completely different galactic man unrelated to the vulcan fighting machine or man. there’s a chance he’s like, the second galactic man or galactic man is a group which explains the pallet swap. this galactic man was supposedly released around 1990, a full 5 years after the original hit radio shack shelves, so it kinda makes sense that they wouldn’t be connected.

id: left: red and silver robocop galactic man holding a golden machine gun. right: grey robocop galactic man holding a yellow laser gun. end id

id: the entire left half is robocop’s face w/ a bright red lit up visor. the top right corner has the second galactic man logo. the flavour text reads as follows: “team up with galactic man to defend the universe! he has three mighty weapons to choose from - laser gun, machine gun and light sword. press on if the eight buttons on his back for exciting sound effects!” end id

i did find two other galactic blank toys sold by radio shack that could be related but idk. gonna talk about them anyway.

the galactic walker is probably a knockoff of tomy’s starriors strazor runabout. the logo for the galactic walker is different from either of the galactic man logos, the box doesn’t mention vulcans by name, and it’s totally out of scale as the gold pilot is about the same size as diaclone pilots at the time. i don’t believe the galactic walker is related to either of the galactic mans but i also don’t know if it was released in 1985 or 1990 so it could have been intended to be part of either galactic man toy “lines.”

id: galactic walker in dynatron mode which can best be described as a white robot sauropod w/ blue limbs and an orange cockpit face. end id.

id: side of galactic walker box. six bullet points describe the toy and are as follows: “conquers the enemy four different ways,” “motor power creatures over the toughest terrains,” “durable plastic body,” “leads the fight against evil space monsters,” “provides hours of fun for children of all ages,” “quickly changes into new shape,” end id.

lastly, the galactic space pistol which has a fourth logo style and doesn’t mention vulcans BUT it was released alongside the original galactic man as seen in the full page the earlier print ad came from as seen below. again, neither the box nor the ad mention vulcans, it’s really just by association.

id: blocky white sci-if pistol. missing battery cover on grip. end id.

id: the full page of radio shack ads. end id.

id: side of the galactic space pistol’s box. three bullet points reading: “defend your territory against the aliens,” “red and green pulsating lights flash in unison with the sound,” “rugged, milder design for hours of action.” end id.

so what have we learned today? that tandy really likes reusing the word galactic and they really don’t care because at the end of the day, mass market toys are just meant to take money out from parents’ wallets. the story, if any, is secondary and any comic, cartoon, or book made to go w/ the toys is purely advertising material and tandy didn’t care enough to actually make a story that could be easily found. but i think i can scrounge a quick summary of what the story might be, feel free to chime in w/ your own interpretations but mine is just a rearrangement of the bullet points on the boxes for reader digestibility.

so, galactic man is a mysterious robot who may be human or may just be a simple machine meant to protect the inhabitants of an outpost on an alien planet from the creatures known as vulcans. galactic man can change shape and size to turn into weaponry for the outposters. an anti-aircraft gun for protection from the vulcans’ aerial assault. a handheld pistol for limited space mono e mono (in the english misinterpretation, not the spanish translation). and lastly, a weapon designed specifically to take down vulcan bases of operation. a pistol is also available for the outposters for protection when galactic man isn’t available.

NOTE: i can’t tell what the outposters are. is it an apocalypse setting? are they colonisers? are they scientific researchers? hard to say. could be all three, who knows? do i really want a galactic man comic or cartoon or something? h*ll yes i do. will i write fan fic for galactic man? maybe nebulously in the future when i have time. i know for a fact i definitely want that gens selects galactic man just for my love of all this, i’m debatably the biggest galactic man fan so it’d be weird if i didn’t wanna get it at some point. it’s also the perfect intersection between my love of shapeshifting robot toys and 80s computers as the tandy that owned radio shack at the time is the same tandy that produced computers in the 80s.

#long post #hyperfixation #fantasy firearms

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cloudbattrolls · 3 years

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The Tithe

TW: bugs, worms, mild body horror (nothing heavily described).

Wasps buzzed along the winding rock path.

A solitary figure trudged along it, surrounded on both sides by thick clouds of yellow and black. The insects darted among the yarrow and monkshood, the bluebells and sego lilies, antennae and eyes alert as a stranger to their land passed by.

Nestled in a valley between two peaks, the path led to a town so old it was almost part of the land itself. All its signs were weathered and worn with sun and rain, replaced only when they began to crumble.

The traveler paid the fluttering wasps no mind. They didn’t see the few white ones hidden among the yellow, black, and gold. The white ones saw them instead, faceted gazes following them without pause. These few creatures waited, buzzing among the flowers that braved the growing alpine chill.

The traveler looked over the town before they walked down into it - even the buildings were shaped like wasp nests, roundish wooden structures with hexagonal windows.

Someone certainly had picked a theme and run with it. Maybe the place belonged to some wacky entomologist.

People in the town spoke with accents the traveler hadn’t ever heard, and they had traveled quite a while. The townsfolk said it was because few of them ever left. They never felt the need; they were well taken care of, anything they could want brought to them.

By who? The traveler asked.

The people only smiled. Stay, and you’ll meet her, they assured them.

Golden wasps adorned the doors, gleaming under the light of old-fashioned street lamps. The traveler didn’t ask, hoping to figure it out themself. It was more fun that way. Perhaps this caretaker kept the living ones to defend the place from the rest of the world.

Everyone in town always seemed to have as much food and comforts as they wanted, lacking for very little. Everyone seemed to have someone for company, and as much as they needed without excess. No trash blew in the wind, no houses were abandoned.

Everyone wouldn’t answer any further questions about their caretaker. It was waved away with a smile, with an indifferent shrug. She’d come eventually. End of the month at the latest. No rush.

The traveler was pretty sure something really weird was going on by this point, because they weren’t a complete idiot.

They also felt bad after discreetly drinking blood from a lot of these people (it wasn’t like there was anyone else for miles, and they preferred that to going feral from hunger, thanks). It would be nice to maybe see if there was anything they could do in return for using them as snacks (assuming they weren’t all in some kind of evil bug cult).

If everyone turned out to be too cuckoo to bother with, well, they could always leave.

So, what do you folks most enjoy?

They’d asked one night, feet up on the table. They leaned back in their chair, arms bent and hands cupped behind their head.

Getting piss drunk, one man had said. Another person elbowed him, and a few people laughed. Then a young woman piped up, fingers running over a beautiful amber necklace she wore.

It’s always nice after the tithe. We celebrate, and she brings us presents. It’s a little festival.

A few older townsfolk sighed at that.

It’s not about presents! One scolded. Yes, she’s very kind about it, but it’s our most important duty.

Yeah, yeah, grumbled the young woman good-naturedly. You see how righteous you are when she brings your new stuff.

Their ears pricked, the traveler said nothing, hoping to hear more about the tithe. But no one spoke of it further, the conversation turning to other things.

Well, that didn’t bode well, yet they were morbidly curious to see how this would all play out.

There was a big fountain in the center of town (guess what lived there? More wasps) that they liked to sit on the benches near and work on repairing or designing clothing at. They’d mended some things for the people who kindly let them stay, baffling in of itself that they were so trusting. How did they survive, honestly.

When a fleet recruiter came to town trying to drum up soldiers and did not even get to open his mouth a second time before wasps ate him alive, shedding a bit of light on that particular question.

The bones were picked clean so white there wasn’t a scrap of meat left, collected by townspeople who acted as if they were merely picking up some trash blown in the wind. Townspeople who merely shrugged and rolled their eyes as if it was all quite routine.

Which left the traveler with a fairly obvious question: why hadn’t they been attacked?

Not that they could bleed, of course, their skin and outer appearance a facade for their parasitic insides. Did the predatory wasps recognize something they couldn’t eat, and thus let them pass? Were they intelligent enough to be security guards? They certainly didn’t seem to harm the locals.

Though they certainly followed them everywhere. No one walked without a wasp or two trailing them, and they’d seen them crawling in the buildings. No one ever commented on this. Flowers grew in abundance, treated reverently, and people polished their little door wasps as reverently as if they were being paid to do it.

Okay, so the town was there to serve the wasps, probably. But why? Who put them here, what were they protecting? Was there something worse than them around, demanding some sort of tribute for their services in the form of this ‘tithe’? That’d be depressing. On the upside, the ensuing fight would be fun and guilt-free.

It was a cool, brisk night with the starlight sparkling off the fountain stone when the whole town gathered around it.

Only the stone. The water had been drained.

The traveler was really not looking forward to what that meant or why everyone was holding a small knife engraved with a wasp in their hands, looking eager.

Hey, so, what happens for the tithe? They said, trying to sound casual and like they didn’t have a loaded gun, smoke bombs, and explosives hidden in case they needed them.

You’ll see. It’s such a small thing, really, our way to give back to her.

Her. Doesn’t she have a name?

She’ll introduce herself when she comes. She’s very nice.

The traveler was placing their bets on just who and what she was when people started slitting their arms and bleeding into the fountain, blithely lining up and walking away when done, chattering about nothing in the meantime.

One by one by one.

Even as a parasitic blood drinker, the traveler was alarmed as the fountain filled with drops from obediently slit veins, bandaged up afterward by those who had already gone, or were waiting.

Why did they do this willingly? What could possibly make this worth it?

It had to be another vampire; they hissed in anger at the thought. Definitely worth fighting, at least. If they could kill them, even better - one less was better for everyone, and this one was clearly far worse than they were.

This tempting smell was almost overwhelming despite their own feeds -

Oh god. Had they weakened their victims too much to bear the cost of the tithe? Out to lunch as these people might be, the traveler didn’t want them dead. They’d probably been brainwashed their whole lives.

One fell over and was caught by their fellows. Another fell as well. A third.

The traveler felt a tug of guilt at their writhing insides, no matter how useless and contradictory that feeling was. There was no changing what they were, and they’d had no idea this was coming.

The blood in the fountain steadily rose, lapping and staining the fountain’s edges, and a hot wind cut through the cold air.

A low buzzing surrounded the gathering as the last local made their cut.

Everyone fell silent, and every person that could turned and bowed.

The traveler crossed their arms, annoyed.

A woman stepped up to the edge of the crowd, who parted for her like water, moving back from the stranger in their midst so that they stood alone. She wore an old scuffed hat in the style of a cowherd. Her long legs were half-covered by boots with silver spurs, a poncho over her shoulders and dust on her worn jeans.

Her eyes were covered by a faded tan bandanna, but she seemed to stare straight at them as she put her hands on her hips.

“I see you’ve been swipin’ at my supply, sugar cube. That’s just plum rude. How would you feel if I did that to you?”

They threw a smoke bomb at her and went for her throat. If they could just -

Wasps covered them mid-leap, stingers poised around every inch of their body, a great buzzing prison surrounding everything but their face.

The woman waved her hand, and more wasps came to fan the smoke away with their wings.

“I don’t need to see you, honey. I can feel you. I’ve felt you since you rolled in here, and I know something ain’t right. Something’s different about you, even for your kind.”

The traveler snarled, as they'd about had it with all this idiocy.

“Face me like an adult and stop hiding behind your pets.”

The smoke fully cleared, and the woman stood with hands on her hips, smiling.

She opened her mouth and white wasps poured out.

The traveler stared.

“No.” They whispered. “No. It can’t be.”

All throughout the shell of their body, their own white worms shuddered. They had always thought - always hoped - they were the only one of their particular type of blood drinker. The only thing of such wretchedness in the entire world.

Bugger to that, apparently.

They watched, immobilized, as the woman’s swarm flew to the blood-filled fountain, drinking much of it, but not all. After they went back into the woman, townspeople came and collected the rest, reverently placing it in refrigerated coolers.

The traveler looked at their fellow monster.

“Who are you?”

“Name’s Rhyssa. Now who are you?”

“Tuuya.”

“Well, Tuuya, how’re you gonna pay me back for that blood you nabbed? Don’t be a pill, we can still settle this proper like gentlefolk. Hell, I’ll even let you stay for the festival! It don’t gotta be like this.”

The vampire stared, still suspended by the buzzing swarm.

“How are you going to pay these people back for deceiving them into being your willing smoothies for their entire lives? I don’t owe you anything.”

Her face twisted into a scowl.

“Y’don’t get it. I take care of them. They’re my people, I protect them, Protect them from the likes of you.”

They rolled their eyes.

“Oh, how absolutely genial of you to - ”

All their limbs were ripped from their body at once and they screamed, worms flailing as they were exposed to the air without warning and stung by the pitiless insects. The squirming white invertebrates died by the dozens, helpless against the scourge.

Then it stopped.

Nearly blind from pain, they looked up blearily to see Rhyssa putting her hands over her mouth, rigid in what they could only assume was shock.

“I’m - I’m so sorry - no, no, how can this - no, you’ve gotta be a fake - ”

Tuuya wasn’t in a state to do much more than groan.

The wasp drinker pulled on her long hair in agitation, walking up to them and kneeling down on the grass.

She whispered a word, a name they barely heard as their worms struggled to repair themselves from the onslaught. Hlayos. Who or what was that? It probably didn’t matter. They were going to die here, to some obnoxious wasp woman who didn’t have the right.

Then...they felt themself healing. The wasps crawled over their body, somehow mending the worms they’d stung, helping them regrow or fuse back together.

They saw more wasps healing those townsfolk who’d fallen from blood loss and injured themselves, but that didn’t make sense. It couldn’t be. They had to be hallucinating from pain. Parasites couldn’t mend. Theirs couldn’t.

The townsfolk retreated, taking the coolers of blood with them. The yellow and black wasps departed as well, none left buzzing around the fountain.

Its water began to flow again, washing away the stains. In the deep quiet broken only by the trickle of liquid, it was as if nothing had happened at all.

The worm drinker couldn’t see the woman’s eyes behind the bandanna, but her shoulders shook as she held herself, rocking gently.

“It’s you. It’s really you...except...no. You died.”

Her words were empty nonsense. Tuuya waited until they healed further, their limbs re-attached as worms knitted together, and they pushed themself up.

They couldn’t fight her. They knew they had been spared for some reason beyond their comprehension, and didn’t feel like pushing it. Something about being ripped apart and stung repeatedly made a person a little tender.

Rhyssa’s head tilted, seeming to look up at the other vampire.

“Don’t go.”

A quiet, desperate plea. Tuuya turned, ignoring it, walking away quickly before breaking into a run.

“Don’t go!”

A desperate cry, followed by a word they fled from, a word that spurred their strides into leaps, scrambling away in such desperation they nearly fell on the rocky path leading out of town and back down, as far away as they could get.

A single, terrifying word that couldn’t be true, but settled in their head and wouldn’t leave. It sunk into their every thought, dragging them down, tearing apart the truth of their life.

A word that must have been what saved them, yet damned them in the same breath.

Sibling.

#cloud writes #etuuya vannyn #rhyssa #and so we kick off #the children of ozyrel

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Voltron Frozen Defender

Written by Alexander Montgomery

Well folks heres the first chapter of my crossover fiction between Frozen and Voltron Legendary Defender. I first came up with this story back when seasons 1&2 were released and was inspired reading the fan fictions of others. And so let us begin.

Frozen © Disney

Voltron Legendary Defender © Dreamworks /netflix.

I do not own any of the characters in this story all belong to their respective owners, any fan characters/monsters in this story are created by me so no one is allowed to copy, trace, steal etc without my permission THIS IS JUST FOR FUN!

Chapter 1: Rift between worlds.

Far away in the cold darkness of space, thousands of lightyears away from Planet Earth an asteroid belt of ice covered asteroids, float quietly in the void. From a distance, a large ship appears with large curved spires on each side glowing blue with energy. This was the great Altean flagship The Castle of Lions, and on the bridge of the vessel are the Paladins of Voltron; Shiro, Kieth, Pidge, Lance and Hunk manning their stations along with Princess Allura and her advisor Coran, the lone survivors of the destroyed Planet Altea and the Altean race. The castle bridge holo screen displays shows a small hexagon shape on the Ice cluster indicating the presence of a signal.

“According to the castles sensors, the distress call came from this area.” Coran relayed to the team.

“I don’t like this guys” Kieth said with suspicion in his voice “ doesn’t it seem weird that we just happened to get a distress call just as we’re planning to take down Zarkon?”

“Paranoid much Kieth?” Lance cracked.

The Paladins, who had been brought together by the discovery of an alien mechanical lion on earth, to find the lone survivors of a race wiped out ten thousand years ago and reassemble the mighty Voltron, Legendary Defender of the Universe. Together they battled an evil war like race known as the Galra who have one intention to capture Voltron and conquer the galaxy. The Defenders of the Universe recently found allies in a secret group of Galra known as the Blade of Marmora and have been working on a plan to defeat the Empire and restore peace. So to receive a distress call at this time would be a dangerous coincidence.

“He does have a point you know” Pidge agreed “ this iceberg grave yard looks like the perfect place for a trap.”

“ I realise we have concerns about this” Allura began “ but lets not forget as Paladins of Voltron, we are honour bound to help those in need, no matter the circumstances.” she reminded.

Shiro, the leader of the Paladins looked at the ice clusters and considered everything that was said before coming to a decision.

“ Alluras right, so lets get to our lions and take a look, but stay alert just in case.” He decided.

On the bow of the castle ship, the four spires and the centre spire opened and from them emerge five giant mechanical lions in the colours of red, green, blue, yellow and the largest in black bearing large red and white wings. These were the Lions of Voltron, the five that would unite to form Voltron itself. They fly towards the clusters of ice in formation, red and blue on the right, green and yellow on the left with black in the centre.

“It looks quiet.” Hunk observed from the durable Yellow Lion, “Yeah too quiet for my liking.” Kieth agreed from the temperamental Red Lion. Shiro in Paladin armour looked around the area from the violet lit cockpit of the Alpha Black Lion and even he could tell something wasn’t right.

“I’ll scan for Bio rhythms.” Said Pidge from the intellectual and daring Green Lion. The screens and instruments on her dashboard begin scanning the area, but then a red screen with a hexagon shaped cross appears indicating theres nothing in the area.

“That’s odd, theres no sign of life here?” Said Pidge in surprise. Lance looked to his instruments showing the presence of the signal in the compassionate and fun Blue Lion “But we’re getting close to the distress signal maybe we’re not close enough yet.”He assumed.

“Everyone keep a tight formation but be ready, I have a bad feeling about this.” Shiro said with caution.

As the lions flew deeper into the ice clusters the signal gets stronger, but as a chunk of ice flies by it reveals another chunk with what appeared to be a beacon like device piercing the surface. The lions loom over the device and see no sign of a crashed ship bringing concern among the Paladins.

“What the cheese?” Exclaimed Lance. “ Its a beacon of some kind.” Said Pidge “and that means….”

Suddenly without warning purple energy blasts bombarded the clusters and the lions. The lions grunted as they looked up and saw above them a fleet of small alien fighters lead by a giant alien warship with a cannon mounted in the centre, the design of the ships lead to the origin of only one alien race.

“It’s the Galra! Its an ambush!” Shiro Exclaimed. “Scatter!”

The lions broke formation as the fighters flew in after them. Onboard the Galra warship the bridge is manned by two lieutenants wearing grey armour with glowing purple alien symbols and helmets to cover their eyes. With them are a battalion of robotic Galra sentries. On the command station stands the fleets commander the most obnoxious and shortest of them all Commander Morvak who stands with a sinister grin on his face.

“The fools fell into our trap” Morvak laughed “ Now capture those lions for the glory of the Galra Empire! Vrepit sa!”

The Galra fighters fly through the clusters chasing the lions whilst firing on them but hitting the clusters. The lions try to avoid the blast but whilst the Red Lion flies to avoid them the other lions are struggling to navigate the clusters. “Guys we can’t manoeuvre in these clusters!” Lance shouted. “ We have no choice, we’ll have to get out and face them.” Shiro said” Kieth deal with the fighters in the clusters, Hunk, Lance take the left flank, Pidge take down the fighters on the right I’ll attack the warship head on!” He commanded.

“Yes sir” Kieth replied, “Rodger that” Responded Pidge “ Lets do this.” Hunk exclaimed “Right behind you!” Exclaimed Lance as the lions separated with Blue, Black, Green and Yellow heading out of the ice clusters whilst Red stays to fight the pursuing fighters.

The Red lion flies through the clusters avoiding the laser fire using its enhanced speed and agility. The fighters turn a corner round a large chunk of ice only to find their target is no longer present. Suddenly from behind one of the clusters the Red lion flew in fast and an invisible force slices through all the fighters which is the Red Lions jaw blade and the fighters explode behind it leaving Kieth with a grin on his face.

Outside the cluster the Blue lion is avoiding the blasts from the chasing Galra fighters but suddenly takes a hit, shaking up Lance in the cockpit. “Whoa! things are heating up!” Lance said but then puts on a look of determination. “Time to cool’em down!” He moved the flight sticks and turned the lion around facing the fighters. The lion opens its jaws, and fires a large white beam which upon contact encases the fighters in ice and the immense cold renders them powerless.

“ Heh heh looks like the Galra have a case of brain freeze!” Lance cracked.

Meanwhile the Green Lion is outflying the Galra fighters but nearly gets hit with an energy blast, the lion then flies over the fighters then forms a green, grey and black cannon on its back. The cannon then fires a green energy beam at the four fighters. Upon contact without warning vines begin to grow on the fighters which then crush them in a tight grip and explode soon after. Green emerges from the blast with a victorious roar.

“Gee who knew the Galra had a green thumb!” Said Pidge with a smirk.

A fighter was about to fire on the Green Lion until from the left the Yellow Lion charged into its side crushing it. The lion charges and deliberately crashes into three other fighters and tosses them off its face, and into an incoming group of fighters. The Yellow Lion could handle the beating of their laser blasts with its durable armour.

“Wa-hoo!” Hunk yelled “ Looks like its demolition derby season for Galra fighters!”

The Galra warship fires all its weapons on its intended target, the Black Lion, which flies to avoid the blasts from the starboard cannons, and begins to charge its Ion Cannon. The lion forms its double jawblade in its mouth and charges forward with the jets in its wings. The Ion cannon fires an enormous blast at the Black lion but it moves to avoid it and targets the cannons main supports using the jaw blade to slice into the support separating the cannon from the ship. The cannon explodes and Black flies away. The lieutenant checks the screen on the bridge and sees that the Ion cannon is destroyed.

“Sir, the Black lions destroyed the Ion cannon and our fighters are destroyed. Shall we retreat?” He said.

Morvak was about to answer until. “We shall not retreat.” Another voice answered for him, a voice that sent a shiver down his very spine. He turned to see a hooded individual who’s cloak covered half her face with glowing yellow eyes and blue skin with red marks on her face. It was Haggar high priestess of the Galra Empire.

“If you are too incompetent to capture the lions Morvak. I shall handle this, personally.” She said with a hint of venom in her voice. Outside the Lions had defeated the remaining fighters as the Black lion flies towards them. “Team report.” Shiro called “Fighters are down Shiro.” Kieth replied “ Then lets take down that warship.” Shiro ordered knowing what to do next. “Everyone get ready to form…” Suddenly Shiro cries in pain as he begins to feel a surge of power striking him and his lion. “GAAAAAAAA!”

“Shiro!” Exclaimed Kieth. “Look” Pidge pointed the other Paladins to the source of the dark energy striking the Black Lion. It was coming from the warship emanating from the hands of Haggar. “It’s the witch!” Lance exclaimed “ We can’t let her get the Black Lion, TAKE HER DOWN!!” Kieth ordered as the four lions fired energy blasts from their mouths and at the warship to blast the witch. She moves quickly to avoid the energy blasts almost like a black blur. Haggar fires a dark blast at the lions which they are quick to avoid before returning fire.

The Red Lion looks back to see the Black Lion floating lifeless in space. “Shiro, you okay?! Shiro!”Kieth called but got no response until Kieth hears a groan over the comms. In the lions cockpit Shiro is recovering from the blast he took. “I… I’m okay” He breathed as he tried to reboot his lion by moving the flight sticks but theres no response.”But my lions not responding.”He said. The Lions continued to stand their ground against Haggar, who is about to fire another blast until an incoming blast from the starboard side of the warship knocks her off balance taking her by surprise. She turns and glares at the source of the blast. The Castle of Lions.

“Coran focus fire on the warship!” Allura exclaimed from the bridge “Rodger that Princess!” Coran replied firing on the Galra ship. Using the opportunity the lions group up towards their alpha. Though Haggar tries to defend herself from the castle she sees the lions grouped together in one place and decides to strike, giving a yell as she generates a massive orb of dark energy and fires it at her prey. In the Blue Lion, Lance caught sight of a dark glow from behind them and sees the energy blast coming towards them.

“LOOK OUT!” Lance shouted as he quickly turns his lion to face the energy blast and fires a blast from its mouth, colliding with the witches dark magic. The energy builds up and an orb begins to form. Pidge looks at the energy readings coming from it and realises the collision is causing something to happen. “Lance stop it!….” Suddenly the orb explodes and engulfs everything in a bright light blinding The Paladins, Haggar, Allura, and Coran. The light soon fades, the Galra Warship has been reduced powerless and Haggar is unconscious. In the Castle of Lions, Allura and Coran are also rendered unconscious. However, there is one party not present and that was the Voltron Lions almost as if they’d simply vanished.

Elsewhere

High in the cool night sky, the Northern Lights shine, whip and flicker in the silence of the night. Far below this vibrant majestic sight was the kingdom of Arendelle, its populace were all sound asleep in their homes. High in the hills close to the snowy mountain five individuals sat on the grass covered ground near the forest. These were the royals of the kingdom, Queen Elsa and her sister Princess Anna with the Kingdoms Ice master and deliverer Kristof, his reindeer companion Sven and Olaf the little snowman who was created by Elsa. They all sat in front of a large rock and the evergreens around them had small traces of snow on the ground. They looked up at the night sky waiting for something.

“Ohhh how much longer do we need to wait?!” Anna said excitedly “Relax Anna, you won’t have to wait much longer.” Chuckled her boyfriend in assurance. “I can tell why your excited” Said Elsa putting her hand on her sisters shoulder.” Its only once every three years that millions of shooting stars appear in the sky above Arendelle.” “Yeah I’ll bet its the most amazing thing ever.” Said Olaf with a smile.

A month had passed since Arendelle had been thawed from an eternal winter accidentally caused by Elsa during her coronation. However, thanks to her sister the kingdom was saved and the two sisters were reunited after years of being apart. Sven then notices something in the sky and nudges Kristofs shoulder with his large nose getting his attention. Kristof sees what his friend is seeing and points it out to Anna and Elsa. As they look up to the sky they saw an amazing sight, millions of shooting stars soar across the sky through the Northern lights harmonsing with the very colours of the sky itself. This vibrant display reflected in their eyes and Anna all but marvelled at this display.

Although a beautiful sight, Anna looked to her elder sister and noticed a mild look of sadness on her face. “Elsa?” getting her sisters attention.

“Its nights like this that make me think of when Mom and Dad took us to see this when we were kids.”Said Elsa sadly. Annas expression turned to sympathy as she too remembered how their parents brought them to this very spot years ago. She placed her hand on her sisters shoulder,

“ I know”she said” I wish they were here too.” making her elder sister smile a little. “ Hey look there.” Called Kristof bringing their attention to the sky. They looked to see five stars shooting across the sky in colours of violet, red, green, blue, and yellow.

“Ooo pretty.” Awed Olaf, whilst Anna and Elsa looked up in amazement. A notion then popped into their heads and so they closed their eyes, as its said that making a wish on a shooting star before it disappears the wish would come true. Elsa took a moment to think about what to wish for, and out of everything she could think of only one thing came to mind.

” I…I wish… for someone to bring me happiness” she whispered quietly so that even Anna couldn’t hear her, but its said we must be careful what we wish for.

High above, the stars are actually the Voltron Lions crashing down from the sky. Inside the powerless Black Lion, Shiro who is finding it hard to stay conscious is trying to guide his lion down to the ground. Black begins to fall away from the rest of the group, and inside the other four lions Kieth, Lance, Hunk and Pidge are doing the best they can guide their lions into a controlled crash.

“Come on come on!” Kieth growls trying to pull his lion out of the crash. “ Yellow come on work for me!” Hunk tried.”Come on Blue anytime now!!” Lance panicked. Pidge looked outside and saw they were drawing ever closer to the ground. “Theres no time!” She cried “ EVERYONE BRACE YOURSELVES!” Shiro shouted.

As they braced themselves for the crash and the ground drawing ever closer Lance could only say one thing. “ Oh Quiznak!” The Lions crashed to the ground knocking down trees and leaving a trail of drag marks behind them sliding on the ground, building up a mound of dirt and rocks in front of them eventually bringing them to a halt. Steam poured from the lions as they cooled down.

Inside his lion Shiro begins to stir groaning as he did. He could see his lion was depowered, and the cockpit was completely dark. He emerges from the Black lion via the escape hatch located in the top of its head. He looks around his surroundings and sees he’s crashed in the middle of a forest at night. Shiro climbs down from his lion, but upon touching the ground he feels weak and dizzy realising he hasn’t fully recovered from his attack, but never the less, fights to stay awake.

“Princess. Come in.” Said Shiro activating the com channel in his helmet, but can’t get any response.”Coran respond please.” still no answer. “ Anyone.” There was only one sound static. He walks through the forest to find where his teammates crashed. He begins to climb a steep hill looking to see the Black Lion a distance behind him.

He feels tired and exhausted but forces himself to stay awake.

“…Shiro…re…..ou…re?….” Suddenly he heard a weak transmission coming through and he recognised the voice. “Kieth, is that you? Can you hear me?” Shiro answered back but there was no answer. He guessed it was due to the dense forest so he heads higher up the hill.

“Shiro, Come in are you there?” The signal got stronger. “Kieth, I’m here you guys okay?”

Not too far away the other Lions had crashed and their Paladins had just climbed out of their lions, and Lance anime style fell face first to the ground.

“Shiro, you made it are you okay?” Kieth said in relief that his friend was okay. “Yeah I’m okay how about you?” Shiro asked “ We’re a little battered but alive.” Kieth answered “Speak for yourself.” Groaned Lance as he got up.” The last time I got a headache like this there’d better be a simulator involved” “Oh no Lance” Said Pidge looking around the crash site “ this turned out a lot worse than the last time you crashed a simulator.” Suddenly they heard the sound of someone hurling and they all knew who it was Hunk as he was being sick after falling from space.

“ Sorry so sorry” he breathed before vomiting again much to the teams disgust “Hey you have to admit, thats a new record he’s never gone that long before” Pidge observed tilting her glasses. “So where are you?” Kieth asked.

In the hills deep in the forest

Shiro looks around to get his bearings.”I’m not too far from you, but I’m not sure where…” Shiro then groaned slightly and leaned against a tree. “Shiro, Shiro you still there?!” Kieth called “ Ngh, I’m fine” Shiro groaned “I just…” “You don’t sound fine, your probably still beat up from the blast you took.” Pidge interrupted. Suddenly they were startled by a howling sound echoing through the forest which spooks Lance and Hunk.

“W… Was that a wolf!” Lance said in surprise. Shiro could hear this too, and he activated the torch light on his gauntlet and shined it towards the trees. He looked closely and in the darkness he could see something disturbing, it was white eyes with growling. He wasn’t alone.

“Shiro, whats going on?!” Kieth said over the com Shiro moved his right hand and it began to glow purple and tried to stand his ground as the wolves emerged from the shadows growling and staring at their prey. Shiro soon realised he was too weak to fight and so there was only one choice. Run. He scurried down the hill with the wolves close behind, Shiro uses his cyber prosthetic hand to slice down a tree to try and slow them down but the wolves jumped over it.

“Shiro whats going on SHIRO!” Kieth shouted over the com Shiro couldn’t answer as he was trying to evade the wolves. One was getting very close to him and tried to leap onto him but he was able to swat it away with his prosthetic hand. Suddenly he saw the edge of a cliff he could see the jump was too far but he had no choice, he activated his armours jet pack which gives him a powered jump across the gap.

Suddenly the jet pack over heats mid way across, Shiro can see he won’t make it so he thrusts his prosthetic hand into the rock and screamed in pain as he dangles from the cliff edge. The wolves stop at the cliff edge and bark at their escaped prey as he climbed back up onto the ledge and rolls on his back in exhaustion. Later , he continues walking down hill but he’s tired and exhausted and begins to see double vision. In doing so he doesn’t see where he’s going and trips on a rock sending him rolling down hill hitting some rocks, loses his helmet and finally hits the ground and loses consciousness. “Shiro, are you there, Shiro, Shiro!” Echoed Kieth on the helmets com.

Nearby the Arendelle royals, Icemaster and snowman were riding back to the kingdom on Kristofs sled pulled by Sven going down the hill slopes. As they rode along Sven smelled something in the air and then out of the corner of his eye he saw something near the forest. He stops rather suddenly to the surprise of the passengers.

“H-hey whats up Sven? Why’d you stop?” Asked Kristof, Sven began snorting trying to point them to something but they couldn’t understand what. “Buddy I can’t understand you when you talk like that.” Said Kristof, Sven frowned and moved his head to the right.

“ I think he’s seen something.” Anna guessed so they looked to the right to see what it was the reindeer had seen. Olaf then saw something.

“Hey guys, not sure this is going to help but theres someone lying down over there.” He said directing their attention. They looked and Elsa could see what looked like a man lying down on the ground.

“ Oh no!” Said Elsa who immediately dismounted from the sled in concern she Anna, Kristof, and Olaf ran over to where the man was.

They came up and saw the man was wearing black and white armour with some glowing blue lines and an arrow like shape on the chest plate. He had black hair with a white forelock and on his face he had a large scar across the bridge of his nose. The sisters knelt down and turned him on his back and saw he was rather beaten up.

“Is he…” Anna asked “No he’s alive, just unconscious” Kristof said checking for a pulse. “What happened to him?” Anna asked her sister” I don’t know” Elsa answered “ but right now he needs help lets get him back to the castle.” With that Kristof picked up the man and carried him to his sled and loaded him onto the cargo area. However Elsa couldn’t help but wonder who was he?

Elsewhere:

Far in the darkest corners of space, stood a large alien fortress surrounded by fleets of warships in the centre of the star system surrounded by gas planets. The sight of the fortress sends fear down the spines of even the bravest of warriors for this was the stronghold of the Paladins of Voltron’s most hated enemy. On the bridge of this warship, Haggar silently enters the room aproaching the throne in the centre of the room and knelling before her master, the most vile of all the Galra race Emperor Zarkon.

“Sire” Said Haggar eerily “I regret to inform you our ambush has failed, and the Voltron Lions have… disappeared.” Zarkon sat on his throne tightly clenching its arms in anger.” How” he spoke.” I attempted to render the lions powerless,” Haggar began “ but the Blue Lion intercepted my dark magic with its own blast of energy, the collision of which caused an explosion. What happened to the Paladins after that I regrettably don’t know.” She finished awaiting her emperors response.

“Do not despair Haggar.”Zarkon began with darkness in his voice “ There is nowhere in this universe that they can hide from my visions reach. We will find them, we shall wipe the Paladins of the face of the universe forever and claim Voltron once and for all.” Zarkons eyes glowed with purple energy as the hunt for his quarry had begun.

Chapter 1 done folks chapter 2 will come soon.

#Voltron Legendary Defender #Cartoons and comics #Frozen #Shiro #Elsa #Anna #Pidge #Hunk #Lance #Cartoon Crossover #fan fiction #Voltron #Action #Adventure #Disney #Dreamworks

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The Boy with the Twine Ball Heart

I feel my heart beating Oh, you make me feel Like I'm alive again

This story has been pretty persistent clawing itself out of my brain

Another possible future chapter, maybe from book 2?

So I brushed off this character, the Kitchen Witch, for an RP, and I really wanted to see what would happen if Nathanael met her.

A bee landed on his arm and it was all he could do not to jump. It easily stretched the length of his upper arm, it’s antennae were still moving even after it stopped, and it was covered in hairs. After a second though, it flew away, only giving a little push of it’s legs. It joined it’s fellows in the air, all flying this way and that, all buzzing loudly.

Nathanael expelled air out his mouth, and was just glad he wasn’t allergic to bees. Wait, if bees stung wood, would that matter?

He located Hussar not far off, flicking his tail and rolling his eyes, but not seeming to be too bothered by the insects. The pale purple flowers were still laying on his back. Bees hovered over it curiously, but Hussar kept flicking them away.

And straight ahead, a fat yellowy building that looked like coiled rope. The river flowed out of it to the left of them, a channel of pure honey. There are several holes between the ropes of the building and bees came flying and out of them. They were all only a half inch wide, though. Which was too say, for too small for the nutcracker and horse.

“Are you sure this is the witch’s house?”

Hussar shot him an annoyed look, but it softened, “Yes, my Prince, I’m sure.”

Not exactly the little candy cottage he’d imagined, though he supposed that a candy cottage would be a little too expected in The Kingdom. “How do we get in?”

Hussar sighed, and clopped nearer to the nutcracker, “Your memory loss is a blessing, Your Majesty. Right. If you want to go in, first brandish the flower. The bees will do the rest.”

“The bees?”

“Yes, my Prince, like so,” he reached for one of the flowers with his teeth, but seemed to hesitate, “Your Majesty, you should take yours first.”

“Oh, OK,” Nathanael grabbed the stem of the flower. It was more stem than flower, with lots of little blooms on the end of branches. Of course, ‘little’ meant just about the size of his palm. Hussar grabbed his stem now, and pulled the flower around and up like some kind of flag twirler. He let it hang there, an offering.

Nathanael also put his flowers in front of his body, though with his arms he was able to hold it in a more dignified way, like he was holding a flag in a parade. Actually, he was wearing a purple marching band outfit and holding out purple flowers. Maybe this was perfect.

A bee landed on one of Hussar’s blooms. Oh, that was nice- feed the bees. But how long would the horse have to stand there in that uncomfortable position before the bee was done? Another bee came to another bloom, making it sag a little. Then another bee at another bloom. Nathanael frowned. How many bees were going to come?

His own plant jostled a little as a giant bee landed on a bloom, then another. “Hussar, what n-” Nathanael looked over just in time- bees were swarming around Hussar. Every flower had a bee on it but the other bees hadn’t gotten that message, apparently. They few very close to the horse. Alarmingly close.

“Hussar!” Nathanael cried, dropped the flowers, and ran over to him. He couldn’t move very fast for sour worm roots, though, and Hussar was covered before he could get there. They covered his legs, his saddle, his tail, his head, his nose and last of all his ears. Just when Nathanael was on top of his, the bees dispersed in a cloud, and exploded around the boy, buzzing furiously.

Hussar was gone.

He stared at the patch of sour candy powder where Hussar had just been but only his hoofprints gave indication he had been there. “Hussar? Hussar! Hussar!” What- was this? Had Hussar died? Had the bees severed his killy? But then he would have left a body behind if he it was a violent death. What, then? What had happened? Even his flower was gone.

Bees flew to and fro everywhere, but just above Nathanael’s head was particularly loud. It was a cloud of bees like on the Winnie the Pooh cartoon. How weird and concentrated it looked. Nathanael suddenly had a weird idea about the swarm.

He ran back to his stalk and picked it up, just as the cloud funneled itself into a singular hole. No way can that be what happened, he thought, and yet, somehow, didn’t stop holding the plant. Again the bees came to land on his blooms. One by one, they filled up the places where a bee should logically be, until there were no such places left.

The swarm came for him, just as it came for Hussar. The bees flew loud and furious less than an inch from his ears. There was no way this was going to work but- if Nathanael had learned anything about The Land, it was that the thing you thought least likely to happen usually happened. This was weird and it’s internal rules was weird and you could rant and rave and fight it all you wanted, or you could just go with it.

Bees landed on his body. On his arms, on his back, on his legs, his hat, his face. They covered his face. The blackened his sight with their fuzzy bodies. Buzzing was deafening. Hairy legs touched him through his uniform, and tickled on his face.

This had been a bad idea. Nathanael wanted to run. He dared not run. He wanted to scream. His screams were drowned out by incessant buzzing-!

“Finally decided to arrive, have ye?”

The buzzing had stopped. Nathanael opened his eyes. He was in a hexagonal room with a fireplace and a cauldron in it. There were pots hanging from the ceiling and a table made from honeycomb. He expected to see some glow worm cages hanging with the cookware, but instead the walls themselves seemed to be glow soft yellow from cracks. Nathanael found himself slightly relieved to be in yellow rather than sickly green or blinding white light. The walls themselves were yellow and waxy. The room had no doors, but there were hexagonal shaped holes where some bees were exiting.

Hussar was here, on the other side of the table, a plate on said table in front of him.

“Hussar!” Nathanael waved, “I thought I lost you!”

“Where would I go, but here?” The horse cocked his head.

There was also a woman at the end of the table. She was square and muscular and square jawed as well. Her cheek had a scar on it, and her eye was patched over. She had a pointy nose and a pointy orange witch’s hat. Her dress was brown, with flowers, and her apron was orange.

Before Nathanael could make an opinion of where he was, a plate was shoved into his hands. “I’ll be needing your help tasting somethin’, dearie. Here, have this honey flan.”

Nathanael blinked at the dish. It looked like just about the best flan he’d ever seen. It smelled divine. Nathanael had a fork. It was so appetizing, it made him a little angry.

“Of course not,” he said. What was the point of this? “Are you the Kitchen Witch?”

“I’m a witch,” the woman said, “and I’m in a kitchen, ain’t I?”

Well, that made sense.

“Your Majesty!” Hussar cried, “Don’t you want a favor from the witch?”

“Uh,” well, he hadn’t been thinking of looking at him and determining where his killy was to be a ‘favor’, but he supposed it was if she had to fire up her x-ray. Or maybe it was just turning on her magic.

“Your Majesty,” Hussar lowered his head miserably to the plate on the table, “we mustn’t be rude to the Kitchen Witch.” Now Nathanael noticed the horse-site bite marks in the flan.

“Wait, how did you-? I thought dolls didn’t-?”

Nathanael looked back over and startled a bit. Who was that? There was a teenager with dirty blond hair in front of him. She had a pointy nose and a big orange hat and an orange apron. She was leaning on her broom and tapping her foot. She spoke in a voice very similar to the last woman, “Oh, I see how it is. His Majesty thinks he’s too high and mighty to try some flan, do he? Well maybe he’s too high and mighty to get a readin’.”

“N-no. No! That’s not it,” wha- what? Who is this woman? Where did the eye patch lady go? He looked to Hussar for clues, but the horse was taking another pained bite of the flan. His lips were stretched all the way up and his teeth were reaching for it, and his eyes were watering.

So, Nathanael had to eat. He picked up the fork. At least he had a real mouth, unlike a vast majority of dolls. He put the flan in his mouth and shut it, and waited for the weird squishy feeling of food getting stuck in his mechanism.

The buttery flan tumbled past his teeth and onto his tongue. It melted into the bottom of his mouth. His tongue crushed it into his palate, and it’s softness filled his mouth. It was buttery and sweet and soft and perfect, and Nathanael shut his eyes. He swallowed, “Mmm!” And smiled to the girl, “So good!” He took another bite. Just as good.

Wait a minute! His eyes snapped open.

The girl was smiling at him with the joy of someone who bought their friend a surprise birthday gift. “Glad te see somebody appreciates my cooking.”

“You cooked this?” Nathanael whispered, “But- how?!”

“The recipe’s an old secret- no tellin’!”

“No- I mean,” he touched his chest, where his esophagus should be. Was? He still felt the lingering memory of the soft flan moving down it, “I ate it…”

“So yeh did,” the girl’s eyes were half lidded, and Hussar moved around the table to sort of stand between Nathanael and her.

“Dear Witch, you must understand: Our Prince has recently returned from The Darkness at the Edge of the World. The Darkness has- changed him. Made soft his memories. He- he truly does not recall you.”

The girl blinked, then seemed to study Nathanael, “The Prince, eh?”

Nathanael shut his mouth all the way, no longer able to detect his tongue and gums inside it. The Witch? So this is the Witch? Who was the woman before, then?

The flan still smelled delicious, “Can I- eat the rest of this?” He asked.

“Better th’n throwin’ it to the bees,” she glanced at Hussar’s half finished plate, “I take it you’re not gonna eat no more?”

Hussar put his ears down, “If I may be kindly excused.”

Nathanael, meanwhile, was packing flan into his face. He was savoring every soft, buttery, sweet bite. He didn’t care how this magical food worked. For all he knew, he was going to turn into a wooden blueberry. He just wanted every bit of it. He savored it all, until there was no flan to be savored. Until he couldn’t even lick any more drops of honey from his plate.

The woman in the room was looking at him quite amused. She was a regal looking lady with a queenly updo under her big orange hat. “I otter invite ye to my ‘ive more often.”

Nathanael blinked a couple of times, “Are- are you the same woman as was here before?”

“O’course! D’yeh think there’s seven witches?”

Again, Hussar cringed on Nathanael’s behalf, “As I said, my Prince’s memories are-”

The Witch put up a hand, “Relax a single minute, won’t ye, horse? He’s being miles a better guest than you are.”

Stung, Hussar stood bolt straight.

Nathanael smiled sheepishly over his behavior but, in his family, a clean plate was a compliment, and Witch seemed to feel the same way. “Um, thank you?”

The Witch took the plate from him, and folded her hands in front of her body, regal like, “So ye came fer wisdom?”

“A reading,” Hussar raised a single hoof, “of killy placement. You see, after His Majesty’s time spent in the Darkness, he came to suspect that the Darkness changed more than just his hair. The Darkness, as you know, is strange, wild magic.”

The Witch looked bored between the two of them, “Bridle and ‘eart,” she said, pointing to Hussar and then Nathanael.

“Heart?” Hussar gazed into Nathanael’s eyes, “So it has changed you,” he pawed the honeycomb floor and seemed to weigh this, “well, this is actually good news, isn’t it? It’s so much harder to pierce a doll’s heart then to break his teeth!”

Nathanael put his hand on his sternum. All of him- the part that felt, and noticing things, and made him alive- was right there. Was it like, symbolic? Now there was a mass of wood where his heart used to be, but hearts were kind of like, all about life. Life and love. If you didn’t have a heartbeat you were said to be dead and if you didn’t have a heart you must have been evil. Nathanael didn’t think either of these things applied to him.

A killy was no replacement for a heart but they were the closest things that dolls had to organs. And it would also be a relief not to be so careful of his mouth, like Hussar said.

“Be there any’tin else?” The Witch asked.

Like, future stuff? Nathanael wasn’t sure he was sold on this business about her being a prophet. Come to think of it, why should he trust her diagnoses of his killy? It wasn’t like Nathanael could confirm what she said. Not without dying. How did he know she was even magical? Sure, she could shift shape, but so could Red and no-one thought she was amazing.

Of course, then there was the matter with the teleporting bee swarm, and the flan.

The flan.

Scratch all that- The Kitchen Witch was definitely an unusual doll. There was something very strange about her. Still, though, songs about the future?

“I believe,” Hussar said, “we’re all set. That is ah- unless you want to consult the Witch, Your Majesty? It is something you used to do…”

“Um,” he made a circle around his heart, then snapped his fingers, “uh, yeah! I would,” actually, he wanted to ask about the flan. He knew he was still a doll and dolls don’t eat, so what was the deal with that flan? This time, he wouldn’t accept a lame half-answer like ‘it’s a secret recipe’.

“I see,” Hussar inclined his head slightly, and swiveled his ears around the doorless room, “may I be excused?”

“Sure,” Nathanael said, and frowned, “how do people get out of here?” he asked the Witch.

The Kitchen Witch simply clapped her hands, and bees came streaming into the room from the hexagonal holes. They filled up the space for a moment, but pooled around Hussar, covering him. Hussar seemed relieved to see them, “I will keep a look out for you, Your Majesty.”

“Thanks,” Nathanael said. There was no more horse, just giant bees. Nathanael had to admit, it looked alarming. The bees departed, leaving an empty space where the horse had been, and squeezed into one of the holes. Nathanael kind of wondered if the bees had taken him apart piece by piece, and were gonna put him back together again like a puzzle. Had that happened to Nathanael? He moved to one of the holes and peaked out. There was a swarm on the caramel jungle floor, and it was vaguely shaped like a horse.

“Some prince,” the Witch said behind him.

“Sorry?” Nathanael asked, turning. The Witch was now middle aged and fat. Fat and round, like a beach ball, with a warm smile on her face.

She poked his chest where she’d stated his killy was, “Some. Prince.”

Nathanael blinked several times, but didn’t really follow.

“A doll’s killy doesn’t just move about. And the Darkness at the Edge of the World is only deep. No magical thing. It won’t change your hair color.”

Nathanael’s mouth opened a bit, and he felt a chill in his mechanism. She could tell. He was trapped in here alone, and she could tell. Nathanael chuckled, “Ma’am, I assure you I don’t know what you’re talking about. I am the Prince of Dolls. I fell from Pine Cone Point many years ago. It was a long time of isolation and I might have forgotten some things, but I’m still the same man.”

The Witch just shook her chubby cheeked face very slowly, “Why y’still lie? You don’t trust me, do ye?”

Trust the Witch? Well, he didn’t know the Witch. It wasn’t like he knew that she couldn’t be trusted, but trust was something that was earned. The Witch cupped her hands together, “I’ll let ye feel it.”

She took a deep breath, and things seemed to get slower in the hexagonal room. The air seemed to buzz. Not with insects but with some kind of energy. The lights in the walls dimmed, but there was still a glow. It emanated from the Witch. Her cheek was glowing yellow, the skin around her eye glowing magenta, her throat glowing orange. These places glowed brighter and brighter until light seemed to burst from her skin. And they did. There were glowing strings floating just in front of her, like bits of neon. Not just these three, but four more that floated just about her skin- or plush or whatever.

She was young- just a little kid. She was old- the oldest, most bent old woman Nathanael had ever seen. She was fat as a pumpkin. She was skinny as a beanpole. She was blonde, brunette, redheaded, gray haired. She had scars. She had acne and birthmarks. Her skin was utterly clear. She was a different woman every few seconds, but always with a pointed nose, and always wearing that hat, that dress and that apron.

After a while, Nathanael realized that the women weren’t infinite- there were seven separate people here. “You’re like- seven people in one body?”

She spoke with several voices, but one accent. “It’s a way o’ assessin’ it, yes.”

She put her fingertips on Nathanael’s heart.

It started beating.

Beating. Beating steadily. Not something noticeable if you already have it, but Nathanael had been without a heartbeat for so long, and this-!

The Witched moved her hands to his arms and Nathanael put his fingers on his sternum. It thumped through bone and two layers of cloth to be felt on his fingertips. He tried feeling his pulse in his neck, too.

“Just the heart, lad.”

He realized that there was something glowing immediately in front of him. Some floating neon like the Witch had. He tried to grab the blue object, but his hand just sort of passed through it. It’s form quivered and scattered, like a Star Wars hologram, then took shape again.

“Is- is this my killy?”

“It be a representation of it, lad. A projection of itself for your eyes.”

His killy. Only this wasn’t just a line or a circle. It was a ball of string, rolled up into itself. If Nathanael were to unfurl that, it would be way longer than all of the Witch’s killies put end to end.

“Why blue?” he asked. The Witch had so many colors. Yellow, orange, red, magenta, blue, white, green. They were all good, but what did the colors mean?

“Nothing particular. Yer just blue. But this killy- this killy be far too big for a doll.”

Nathanael put his hands hands back on his sternum just to have a place to hold them. His jaw untightened a little as he stared at the witch. Her form alternated from old to youngish as she looked at his curiously.

She knew.

“I. I- uh.”

“I got one question for ye: how did a nice lad like you come to be here?”

Nathanael sighed and his shoulders drooped. What could he do? Hide from her? The very essence of himself was floating in front of his chest, making his heart beat like he was falling in love. He couldn’t deny this. He reached out for the thing behind him and it turned out to be warm. The cauldron.

“Uh, my family angered a demon,” he said, pulling his fingers back.

“Oh,” the Witch’s eyes glazed over a bit, “the Big World is an oddity.”

“Yeah? The Land’s oddityer.”

The Witch shrugged, “Odd’s relative.”

Apparently. His heart had been beating long enough to make the rest of him feel strange. He had heart, after all, but no way of pushing air into his chest. How did his heart breathe without his lungs? His stomach was full as if from cement, and not hungry at all, and his bladder functions didn’t exist.

“Could you spread it around? Uncoil the string, make the rest of me human, too?”

The Witch sighed, “Your heart ain’t human, luv. It just feels real. For the temporary.”

“Oh.” Nathanael cupped his twine ball heart projection even though he couldn’t touch it. It didn’t cast a warmth or anything but it was nice to sort of hold it. It made his gloves appear blue, and his purple sleeves look blackish.

A sniffle built up in his nose, followed by a stinging in his eyes. A tear touched his cheek, surprising him. He wiped it, and looked at the Witch. She was still standing quite close to him.

“I thought it was just my heart? I- I haven’t cried since I got here.”

“But lad, the heart cries.”

Nathanael hitched as more ugly tears overflowed from his eyes. “I guess so,” he whimpered. Honestly, he felt like he didn’t know anything lately. His entire perception of reality had but flipped around, twisted, and sent through the paper shredder. He sobbed some more, and put his hand over his wet eyes, “I have to stop.”

“Why, lad?”

“I have to. I have to be strong.”

He could feel a hand was on his- a hand that kept changing dimensions. Sometimes it had stubby fingers, sometimes it was dry, sometimes it was soft and sometimes the fingers were long and spidery. Nathanael let himself be lead to a seat at the table. When he opened his eyes, his killy was still floating just above the wood, rotating leisurely.

“I shouldn’t be doing this right now,” he insisted.

“Ain’t no one here to watch.”

No one but the Witch, he must have thought she was an idiot. He cried into his palm, and the Witch sat across from him. She reached over the table and took his free fingers, “There, there. You have so much anguish to catch up on.”

That statement struck something fragile within him, and Nathanael felt himself crumbling more. He was sobbing now.

“Tell me what troubles ye,” the Witch said after a time.

“I want,” Nathanael sniffled, “I want to go home. I want my old body back. I want my life to make sense again. But I have to be the Prince of Dolls.”

The Witch nodded, and squeezed his fingers. “Cry, luv.”

“I can’t. Not me.”

“Why not, lad?”

“The kind of man I am-” Nathanael just let the thought trail.

But the Witch was already ready with an answer, “Stop a moment, lad. Think of the men you admire. Those who you try an’ emulate the most. Do they never cry?”

Well, Nathanael knew this wasn’t true. People cried. Men cried. Cis men cried. “It’s just, difficult,” he said, “different for me.”

“Holdin’ your emotions against their will does not a man make, and it don’t make you strong, either. Strength is changin’ when you need to. Sometimes strength means lettin’ yourself crumble to dust you can build yourself up new an’ better.”

Nathanael just sort of absorbed this remark. Huh, maybe she had a point, but he wasn’t sure. Even so, he pressed his face into his hands and cried. More freely this time.

“That’s right, lad. Cry all ye need. You’ve got many a battle ahead o’ye, but ye don’t have to have to fight them right now.”

So, he did. He just cried, face illuminated by his heart, until he no longer felts a need to cry. When he looked up, the Witch was smiling at him. Still glowing, and still shifting between forms. But her killies flickered a little.

“Feeling better, lad?”

Nathanael nodded.

“Good,” she winced, and her wince passed from one face to another, “because I can’t hold onto this.”

Nathanael opened his mouth, but then it became clear. “I understand.”

The Witch shut her eyes and made a closing gesture with her body. Her killies faded, then retreated back under her skin. Nathanael’s heart, too, retreated back into him, phasing into his chest. It beat slower, and slower, and then stopped all together.

Nathanael put his hands on the table, having nothing to do with them. The Witch got up and he sort of stared out into space. After a few seconds this was interrupted when a hot steaming mug was slid in front of him.

“Oh. I’m not hungry,” Nathanael said.

“I know that.”

“Oh. Well, thanks, then. Guess it can’t hurt. Uh. It doesn’t hurt me right?” The mug gave off a delicious smell- familiar, and the chunks in the chickeny broth looked way familiar, “No way. This looks just like my mom’s chicken soup.”

“It be, lad. Ye touched my cauldron.”

Nathanael whistled, “Are you trying to make me cry again?”

“No,” the Witch said, “but the food was there, and I thought‘t give you some comfort.”

Nathanael almost couldn’t stand to eat it. It was pretty much a perfect recreation, and he didn’t want it to go away. “You know everything, don’t you?” Nathanael was finally convinced this woman was everything Hussar made her out to be, “Will I ever get home?”

“It ain’t clear,” the Witch said.

Nathanael frowned, “You don’t know that? But I thought you could hear the future.”

The Witch sighed, “My hearin’ ain’t exact, luv. The song I hear is a medley- the melodies from all the paths the future may take, all interwoven. No one melody be more prominent than the others ‘til you take a path.”

“But you knew that I had many battles ahead of me.”

“That’s a given, luv. Battles take on many forms, and ye don’t fight every one with a shield n’ sword.”

Well then. That made sense. “So you don’t know whether I stop being a nutcracker in the future?”

“O’course ye do, luv. Everyone stops being what they are eventually.”

Nathanael narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t talking about dying, “Alright. Do I ever get to be human again?”

“Nothing can stop you from being human.”

“I guess. But-”

“It ain’t clear.”

Finally. “Of course it’s not,” he sounded bitter but he wasn’t really. He was just- crumbled. The strength had before, as illusory and as it had been, was in pieces right now and, and he couldn’t lean on it. Weak and naked, like phoenix that had just exploded. But also felt a bit, more serene. Like there was a clear pool in which he could see all he needed to see. ANd on top of that, the Witch knew what he was, and didn’t tell him no.

“Thank you,” he said to the Witch, who was now old and bent. “Thank you so much,” he moved to one of the hexagonal windows. Hussar was pacing in front of the beehive, looking back at it every once in awhile nervously. “I don’t suppose I can just, stay here.”

“In a doorless kitchen? This ain’t no place for a human boy.”

Nathanael sighed, “Prince of Dolls, actually. According to like, everyone.”

“Even more reason, then, to have my bees escort y’out. I can’t be accused of holding a political figure hostage, can I?”

“No,” Nathanael would just wait for it then. He crossed his arms, and shoved his back into the wall, looking for a moment more like a delinquent from a movie than a beloved Prince, “How can I be their Prince when I’m not even one of them?”

The Witch was stirring her cauldron with her broom and looking at Nathanael out the side of her face. “Maybe this land don’t need the Prince for a prince,” she said finally, “maybe wot it needs is, a Child.”

Nathanael stared at with Witch. Did she mean that? At a loss, he said, “I’m seventeen.”

The Witch shrugged, “Children ain’t always children.”

“I guess not,” Nathanael said, “but- I don’t want to be a chosen one. I never asked for this.”

“I ain’t talking heroism. That sorta thing’s overrated, anyway. What I’m sayin’, luv, is maybe you don’t shouldn’t try so hard to be someone else. Maybe you can be you, and still me the Prince of Dolls.”

“Maybe,” he doubted it.

But the Witch had more to say, “A little kindness and compassion can’t hurt the Kingdom. Trust your instincts, luv.”

Before Nathanael could ask her to elaborate though, she was clapping her hands. Bees flew in from the porthole he’d been peaking out of, and also all the other holes. The room got darker, especially as they covered him up. Nathanael realized that he could possibly escape the bees outside the hive, but this room was too small to avoid them.

#yes that's a coldplay ref #it's v long #like 10 pages in docs soz #real toys #mairzy writes

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lovely-airi · 7 years

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Love Blossom

Prompt from Chloé

Pairing: BangLo

"Jun's parents hire a new gardener and he likes to watch him from his window."

"Now Junhong wipe that frown off of your face." Younha huffed at her youngest son who only seemed to act up more now that his older brother had gone off to build his company in New Zealand.

Junhong simply reduces his frown to a pout and she sighs, walking over to her child whom only tried to scoot away further on the couch. But he could only make it so far without actually standing up.

"I know how much you enjoyed being in the garden but that didn't go so well and we need professional help." Younha said quietly in her mother voice and Junhong glared at his father who was nodding along.

After the last gardener had quit to take care of his wife whom just had their 7th child Junhong had decided to take the responsibility of tending to the garden while his parents found a replacement.

Somehow he'd managed to ignore all of his chores and devote himself completely to the maze and bushes out back but he'd also somehow managed to kill almost every living thing.

"It's not my fault plants don't appreciate my green thumb." Junhong mumbles, he really enjoys being out there. And now that there's going to be a new hire his time in the garden will be reduced since it'll probably be an old granny or creepy old man.

"Younha, the gardener is here." Jongsuk calls out to his wife who was in the middle of appeasing the 19 year old who was still pouting like a baby. Younha sighs and squeezes Junhong's shoulder.

"Go introduce yourself and behave." she warns and Junhong rolls his eyes, earning himself a smack on the forehead. To avoid getting hit once again he decides to obey and he keeps his eyes to the floor.

"Hello, I'm Bang Yongguk. Thank you for hiring me Mr. and Mrs. Choi." a deep voice lifts his head and Junhong is met with the most beautiful sun kissed male he'd ever seen.

"Ah yes Yongguk, welcome. This is our son Junhong, he managed to destroy the garden." Younha laughs and Junhong sends her a glare. Yongguk looks at the younger and grins at him,

"I'll bring everything back to life, don't worry." he says as he fiddles with his fingers and Junhong can't help but notice very lovely slender appendages graced with semi long nails, which should be disgusting on a man's hands but Yongguk makes it look elegant.

"You have such pretty hands, how can you be a gardener?" Junhong blurts out and Yongguk's eyes widen in surprise. Before his parents can reprimand him however Yongguk replies,

"All I need is a green thumb and magic to be a gardener, Junhong." Yongguk teases him and Junhong's face bursts into pink, he holds his head down shyly and doesn't utter another word as his parents lead Yongguk to the garden.

Yongguk raises his eyebrows in surprise as he spots yet another small flower perched on top of the shed. He knows of only one person who can actually reach that height and he thinks back to the other 5 flowers he has sitting at home.

He lifts his head and uses his arm to shield his eyes from the sun as he sees a familiar blonde peeking out from behind white curtains. After being caught he hides behind them and Yongguk laughs lightly.

Judging by the purple luster and shape of the petals it was none other than a purple iris. Yongguk smiled and left the flower where it was, he'd have to pick it up after he finished working to avoid it from getting ruined.

He lets himself fall into his work and although today is particularly hot he doesn't mind too much. Yongguk likes the way the flowers glow in the sunlight and how they shake in pleasure when water falls upon their parched petals.

"Y-yongguk hyung!" he looks over his shoulder and sees Junhong standing by the large doors that lead to the kitchen. He sends the teen a small smile and enjoys the way his face dusts with pink.

"What is it Junhong?" he calls back, turning his attention back to the rose bush for a moment. Junhong doesn't seem to like that because in the corner of his eye the elder can see a small pout on his lips.

"Come inside and have a drink for a moment. The sun is too high right now." Junhong mumbles and yells when he thinks he's being too quiet and he doesn't let Yongguk reply because he dives inside and out of sight.

Yongguk sighs and smiles before he takes the small iris on the shed and he heads inside, dusting himself of any lingering clumps of dirt that may be on him. He removes his boots and steps into the kitchen where Junhong is pouring glasses of lemonade.

"Hey Junhong?" the teen hums in reply as he sets the glass down on a small hexagon shaped coaster in front of the gardener. Yongguk whispers a thank you and takes a sip.

"Would you happen to know what this flower is?" Yongguk feigns ignorance and he gestures to the iris laying on the table. Junhong pretends that he's thinking for a moment and Yongguk tries not to coo at his deepening blush.

"Umm that's a purple iris isn't it? It symbolic for wisdom and compliments." Junhong murmurs and Yongguk purses his lips in interest. He then takes another sip and doesn't let his gaze waver from the teen.

"How about red carnations, do you know what they mean?" Yongguk clearly remembers the first flower he'd found on the shed weeks ago. Junhong guzzles his lemonade nervously before he pours another glass.

"I think they mean pride and admiration." he answers and Yongguk can't help but smile at him. He shifts in his chair and Junhong is doing everything he can to avoid his eyes.

"And yellow chrysanthemum's?" Yongguk asks, and Junhong looks right at him. His eyes gleaming and shaking as he stares at the gardener whom is only returning a gentle gaze.

"Slighted love." he answers and Yongguk grins at him. He then stands up and approaches the teen carefully, thankful that he doesn't run away from him. Junhong simply stands there with bated breath.

"You seem quite versed on flowers Junhong, why is that?" Yongguk asks even though he knows the answer. Junhong nibbles on his bottom lip and leans on the counter top.

"I have a book about it?" he squeaks and it sounds like he's been accused or caught doing something wrong. Yongguk hums in response and leaves the house, putting on his boots before he's out the door.

Junhong blinks in complete surprise and he cursed himself for thinking that courting a gardener with flowers was a good idea. Yongguk probably thought he was young and foolish.

Yongguk returns not a moment later with a bloomed white flower in his palm, Junhong could vaguely remember there being a bush of white flowers that he'd accidentally over watered.

"Do you know what this flower means Junhong?" Yongguk asks in a fond voice as he gently places the flower in Junhong's open palms. The teen holds the flower with grace and looks up at the elder as he shakes his head.

"This flower indicates secret love, they convey the feeling of joy. And for those who receive them it is a way to tell them, you are lovely." Yongguk explains with a bright smile and Junhong blinks dumbly.

"I like you Junhong, I think you're lovely and I want to take you out on a date." Yongguk states boldly and Junhong could swear that his face exploded then and there.

"I-I like you too, and of course I'll go with you."

Love Blossom - K.Will

#drabble #request #yongguk #zelo #banglo #lovely-airi

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jeremystrele · 6 years

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50 Small Side Tables That Radiate Modern Charm

A side table can massively elevate a room’s function and comfort, but we know all too well how easy it is for them to fall leeway to bad style or non-existence in smaller spaces. Yes, tiny homes and tight quarters call for careful curation, but you shouldn’t have to nix such an important piece of furniture and you certainly shouldn’t have to forgo the style one can bring! The good news is that you don’t need much space to add in that much-needed table. From modern storage helpers to mountable bedside tables, you will find that there is a side table for every home.

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drewebowden66 · 6 years