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sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game · 27 days ago

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Fuck you thunderbolts headcannons. Cause I have so many and I cannot keep them to myself anymore.

Before we get started, it's important to note that the end cut scene means next to nothing to me. The russo brothers wrote that, so I do not care.

John chews tobacco. Did it for a bit as a kid but quit so he'd be healthy in the army. Once he took the serum and Lemar (Who was a huge influence on John quitting) died he started again because he knew it wouldn't necessarily kill him anymore.

Bucky still smokes on occasion. Not as much as he used to back in the 40s because he's been told how bad it is for him now and also because the taste has changed too much for him.

Yelena actually doesn't like vodka that much, she mainly drinks it because it reminds her of her family.

Alexei can cook in theory. The problem comes in the fact that he can only cook prison food.

Similar story with Bob but instead of prison food it's broke/high food. I'm talking spaghetti noodles with ketchup and hotdogs.

Not all of them are medicated but God they probably should be.

As a group they have a call and response codeword to check how bad they're feeling.

Goes something a little like this.

Call: Light levels?

Bad response: Low

Good response: High

At first, it was just for Bob until Bob used it for someone else, and then it spread to an entire team thing.

Someone has genuinely said something to the effect of "Yeah, but he's our asshole" about John before. Probably Bucky.

Every mission has a situation in which one team member has to reign in another one. At least once, the highest count was 15 times in one mission.

One time, the tower had a group watch of a JFK assassination documentary, and Bucky had to jump in and correct dozens of different mistakes.

Bob is super into Dungeons and Dragons but has never gotten to play. Instead he likes watching/listening to actual play shows.

Whenever someone is looking way too tense Alexei takes them to the training room and helps them punch it out. Via sparing or using left over boxing mits. This works a surprising amount of time

Alexei also has very strong opinions on American boxing.

They have collectively broken. So much furniture. Honestly most of the time it's an accident but still.

John only drinks really really strong coffee, everyone else in the tower puts something in it to offset the taste but it's just like straight jet fuel. This only becomes everyone else's problem because John is always the first person awake enough to make coffee in the morning.

Bob in contrast can't even have the most sugary taste covering coffee because somehow it will still taste bitter to him. No matter whats in it.

Ava is a coffee creamer girly but doesn't add extra sugar. Yelena in contrast doesn't like creamer but does add at least two spoons of sugar to every cup she drinks.

Ava loves pumpkin spice, Bucky also does but not as much and in secret. When Ava found out about this they started going to get coffee just the two of them to gossip.

One time they got lost in the wilderness post mission and while waiting for a pickup were arguing about what they were gonna eat. John pulls out like 10 MRE's. No one knew he had these on him and he claims to always be carrying at least one.

Alpine does live in the tower. Bucky just walks around the tower with Alpine hanging out in his jacket. It took a solid few days for the team to realize that the cat existed.

Alexei is allergic and does not care he will snuggle with the cat anyways.

Ava once got stuck on the couch for two hours with Alpine on her lap before just phasing out underneath them cause she felt guilty about trying to stand up.

Yelena did get a second guinea pig to keep the one she rescued company. Their names are Mak and Cheese.

Mak 100% has superpowers. There's a betting pool on what they are but Mak has not revealed them yet.

Fanny does not live in the tower, and is still staying with Kate Bishop. Yelena just worries she won't have enough time for a more active pet. Because Mak, Cheese and Alpine are all pretty self sufficient.

Ava likes to start games of tag and then phase through multiple walls to get away.

They once had a week long game of tag in which towards the end they were actually on a mission. Game only ended because the person who was 'it' last got injured.

Due to the fact that each of their serums are different the super soldiers are usually guessing what the other ones are like. Non super soldiers think they are the same but they do in fact have minor differences that really only matter to themselves, other super soldiers, and people trying to recreate the serum. The serum seems to be defined by the following things: Strength, durability, speed, agility, stamina, reflexes, and healing factor. (I personally would combine speed, agility and stamina but what do I know) ((Personally heightened senses should also be thrown in the mix but those are whats on the wiki))

As for how the three super soldiers of the Thunderbolts obviously they have all of these categories but: Alexei's serum gives him slightly better durability and healing factor, John's is mostly in speed, agility and stamina, and Bucky's falls more into strength and reflexes. It would be very close in all categories if they somehow were competing but those are the categories I think they would slightly better in. As for senses I think Alexei has the least best and John has the best best. All of them have crazy senses but John is the one who faintly hears heartbeats when standing next to people I fear.

When Clint found out Yelena was living in the old avengers tower he called her to tell her about all the old secret places he and Natasha had. As well as any other secrets that he remembered. Some of them were gone but most of them were still around.

The most popular nickname for John other then just straight up calling him an asshole is "Captain Taco John" or just "Taco John" he thinks Yelena started it but it was actually Alexei.

They've been banned from every axe throwing place on the East Coast. New ones that open on that side of the country get called by competitors warning them in advance.

John and Bob learned that no one else on the team had been to a waffle house before and then demanded they go.

When they finally did go post mission they found out that Bob is banned from most waffle houses in Florida and lower Georgia for reasons he cannot remember.

John is literally the worst liar once you get to know him. Like literally the most obvious tells in the world. No one tells him this though so he still thinks he's a decent liar.

Alexei did sign up to be a mall Santa one time. Yelena ended up being one of the elf helpers.

Yelena and Bucky are tied for most languages spoken on the team, with Ava in third and Bob in last.

Bob is learning how to speak Russian though.

Bucky threatens to shave his head whenever the others are up to crazy shit. Says it'd be faster then having to pull his hair out.

Bucky has a large collection of second hand paperbacks from the bookstore.

The most genuine everyone on the entire team has ever been is when they did secret Santa and everyone actually tried. It wasn't even like a requirement they all independently decided to try.

John talks to Lemar's parents but not his own. I refuse to believe that man had a good relationship with his parents look at him. He's a people pleaser and in the few scenes we get of him in Georgia I believe he doesn't even bring them up let alone go see them.

John has a weekly phone call from Lemar's parents. The others find out when they overhear him talking about them. Though he leaves out a lot of big and scary details as not to worry them. Actual quotes from this phone call "Mama they're all awful awful people." < said with a smile his face and heard through his voice proceeded immediately with "Of course I'm keeping em fed Ma'am they're all so bad at cookin'."

You can pry John Walker with a covered up southern accent from my cold dead hands. That man is from Georgia for petes sake. He tries to keep in understated because people in the military took him less seriously with the accent.

All of the group has a habit of talking with one another's accents which gets so brutal when two of them are Russian, one of them is British, two of them are southern, and the last one is a New Yorker.

Out of all of them the only one who has been able to defuse a bomb is Ava. Yelena is an explosives expert but only at setting them up. This comes up as a problem far more then you would think.

John, Ava, and Yelena are banned from having the remote while watching action movies because they will pause the movie and talk about the weapons/tactics being used for thirty minutes before continuing the movie. Only to do it again 5 minutes later.

Yknow that one episode of Phineas and Ferb where doctor doofinsmirtz is trying desperately to get this doll his daughter wanted when she was a child? Alexei did the same thing. To the point he went off grid for two days and came back just before the team was gonna go looking for him. Showed up covered in blood and bruises holding this pristine little doll out to her.

Yelena treasures that doll. It has special shelf in her bedroom. Though she did tell Alexei that if he ever pulled some shit like that again she'd beat his ass.

They all honestly did not want to get super close to each other at first. But when you live and work together for any significant amount of time you're bound to just start knowing shit about those people that you don't expect to know.

Also every single relationship between all of them was super rocky and unstable for a long time and still kind of are. Lots of things are going unspoken that probably shouldn't be but they're working it out together one thing at a time.

All of them know that the other people on the team are smart but sometimes it's easy to forget just how scarily competent your teammates are when they do weird dumb shit all the time at home.

Bucky is most of the teams emergency contact. Bucky's emergency contact is still Sam.

The first time any of them called the Watchtower home was when Yelena was a little delirious from being injured and it caused the entire rest of the team to freeze for a moment before continuing to get her medical help. After that they all kinda started doing it.

Alexei loves learning new things about pop culture and then trying to tell the others about it like they don't know. This would be more annoying if he wasn't right and most of them they actually did not know about it.

All of them have such wildly inconsistent pain tolerances that they find it hard to tell when one of them is actually injured or not.

Ava is still in contact with Bill Foster who upon hearing about the New Avengers travels to New York to figure out what is going on and if she's ok.

Ava also still has the teddy bear that Bill gave her.

They've given each other the most fucked up parody high school superlatives. John got worst post nightmare reaction, Bucky got most targeted weapon in a fight, Alexei got most likely to be a PR nightmare, Ava got least likely to break something important, Yelena got least likely to derail the mission to fight someone, and Bob got most likely to have the most randomly useful knowledge.

All of them are bad drivers, but the only ones actually authorized to drive are Alexei, Bucky, and John. Yelena always drives like she's in a car chase even when she definitely isn't, Ava never learned how to drive and doesn't want to because she's scared of phasing through the vehicle, and Bob also never learned how to drive properly (he can drive in theory, not as much in practice). As for why the other three are shitty drivers, despite owning a driving business I refuse to believe Alexei knows American driving laws, Bucky is still learning how modern vehicles work (other then motercycles he's got those down), and John drives like every vehicle is a military jeep aka borderline indestructible and very clunky.

The entire team actually hates being called the Avengers. Most of them are hoping Sam wins the copyright case, if not sometimes doing shit to try and help the case. Bucky in particular is trying to separate them from the government.

The relationship between the team and Valentina is very much one of mutual destruction. Both sides have social and physical ammo stashed away for the second the other side turns.

On missions they usually are joking around at least a little bit but the second anyone even might be hurt they all turn into the most serious scary motherfuckers. This also applies to people they work with on occasion, like Kate.

Sometimes the group have complete mind meld moments. Like full on don't even need to say a goddamn word because the other person already knows what you're asking them to do and is on it.

One time they ran into Sam while on a secret mission and he happened to be looking rough at the time. The last two things happened and scared the shit out of him if he's being honest.

One time in an interview someone asked if they would slap one of their teammates for a hundred dollars. Bucky responded that he gets to throw John out of windows for free. Johns only response to this was a shrug.

It's generally agreed upon that Ava is the scariest person on the team. She takes this honor and title very seriously.

Bob is the king of dropping the craziest shit you have ever heard mid conversation and then moving on.

Yelena loves rock climbing, borderline could do it competitively. There's a specific rock climbing gym nearby the tower that she becomes a regular at.

Ava has a label maker but she basically never uses it to organize things. Instead using it to write out short jokes/insults and sticks them to people, walls, doors, and one memorable time the ceiling.

Ava is a Paris Paloma listener. Her favorites are Labour and The Fruits.

One time Bucky used his detached arm like a baseball bat to knock an explosive away from them. The entire rest of the team proceeded to turn to look at him like he was crazy.

Honestly they all own far too many weapons. Like entire stores worth of weapons. They're scattered literally everywhere through the main areas of the tower, their bedrooms, and on their persons. It's mainly an issue because you have no idea if when you open something there's gonna be a fucking knife or a gun in there.

It is considered a big deal(tm) if someone hands you one of their weapons. Even if it's like trading or they just don't like/use it anymore.

John is a competent engineer and could fully fix/reverse the tacoificafion of his shield. For the first few months it a matter of pride on why he doesn't just fix it but after the like third injury because he isn't working with it right they have an intervention and he gets a new one.

There have been multiple arguments that span days at a time over tea. When the topic of any kind of tea comes up John 'what do you mean you've never had sweet tea' Walker and Ava 'Do none of you own a fucking kettle' Starr do have to be separated.

As much as they all work together really well. No one is as ride or die for each other as the 4 from the vault. Do not get it twisted they fight like cats and dogs but they are the only ones allowed to do that with each other.

Bucky is still trying to convince basically the entire team that he did not kill Princess Diana.

All of them collectively truly do not know how to be normal people not a single one of them. It is. Very noticeable.

Bob is one of those guys that has too many hobbies. They worry about him getting bored when he's at the tower alone but really he now just has access to so many things to do so many more hobbies then before so he is keeping his hands busy.

A byproduct of this is that Bob actually gives so many gifts to others. A good percentage of their decor is just stuff Bob has made or found.

He's also trying to get the others into having actual hobbies that aren't things like weapons training and jumping off buildings. It's been semi successful for the most part.

Bob actually isn't all that keen on physical touch, both because he doesn't want to send people into the void and because he just really is not used to it. It takes a while for him to even get used to pats on the back.

All of them have at least been arrested in the states before. They have a bail money fund at this point cause they keep accidentally getting involved in things they should not be involved in.

The reason most people just almost automatically default to calling Bucky Bucky is because he genuinely just looks so awkward and a little uncomfortable when you call him literally anything else. Barnes is ok ish but like. If you call him James he kinda just looks at you until you like feel the need to correct yourself. This is because when he initially started to break through the mind control the first name he'd been called other then the winter soldier in 70 ish years was Bucky.

Physical touch is also a big deal for everyone, mainly cause it has so many different meanings. When Ava touches you its either her reassuring herself that she can be solid or it's checking that the person she's touching is not about to fall apart. When Bucky touches you it's either to reassure the person he's touching that he's there to help or it's him trying to keep them from doing something stupid. When Alexei touches you it's him making sure the person has a pulse by feeling it in whatever limb he's touching or he's trying to get them out of a situation he thinks is bad. Yelena also touches people to feel their pulse, but because of her lack of serum she has to do pulse points, or she's trying to help the person calm down and be reassuring to herself and them. John touches people to thank them without actually thanking them or he's trying to get their attention. Bob doesn't typically initiate touch unless it's to help someone out or to keep track of them and how they're doing.

People like to talk about the codependency between Yelena and Bob and don't get it twisted they are the most guilty and the peak of it but also that entire team is codependent as fuck. They barely function without each other, if one person were to die every one else would die in the process of getting revenge and or afterwards. They all have no sense of chill about each other no matter how much they all like to pretend otherwise.

Alexei actually likes to sketch and draw. He designed all of his tattoos and has no idea that this is something he has in common with the original Captain America.

#thunderbolts*#john walker #bucky barnes #yelena belova #alexei shostakov #ava starr #thunderbolts #new avengers #headcannons #listen i may have favorites here but you do not need to point them out #i love them all so so much #thunderbolts headcannons

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factual-fantasy · 2 months ago

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26 asks! Thank you! :}}} 🪲

Oh absolutely I do. That's why I always ask before drawing anyone's OCs, or using/modifying their original meme templates, or anything of the sort. Friends and strangers alike.

And same goes for AU ideas. In the past I've seen a really cool idea for an AU and tracked down the OP and asked if I could incorporate their idea into my AU as well. I do my very best to do this for other artists because its what I wish people would do for me.👍👍

I have a master post for all my Octonauts artwork here. 👍

@ripchaos69

I'm really proud of/pleased with how this fairy piece came out! :DD

I also really like how this pixelated cat came out! :)

I was very pleased with how WALL-E cam out in this piece!

I also think this is one of the best drawings of Optimus I've ever done! :))

Even if I knew the answer, that's probably not something I should share online anyways is it?

@mothpendragon

I remember not liking him at all the first time I watched the show. But now watching it a second time years later, I think he's really not that bad. :0 In fact I don't know why I disliked him so much back then.

There are some parts about his character that annoy me. But most of that either is good character writing or isn't his fault. I don't like how immature he tends to be, but of course he's immature. He's still basically just a kid who hasn't experienced much of this war.

And when things get rough, he really straightens out and tries his best to be serious and obedient. Which is very nice to see.

Another thing that I don't like is how the phase shifter was kind'a overused. It became his signature weapon that he used to bail him out of everything. Smokescreen has demonstrated that he's actually pretty clever and slick, it would have been fun to see him trick or outsmart the cons more often instead of just using the phase shifter to save his aft every time. But again, this is not Smokescreens fault at all. Its the writers fault for making his use it so much.

And lastly, something that really made me like Smokescreen was the whole thing that happened with Optimus nearly dying. Smokescreen freaking out at the prospect of becoming a Prime felt really real. Instead of being honored and having and having an inflated ego like I thought he might for some reason- he was terrified.

And him panicking and using the forge to repair Optimus last second felt very real. I could really understand how Smokescreen must have felt, wanting to follow Optimus's orders and restore their home, but also being unable to bare the responsibility of being a Prime. Eventually dragging Optimus back to the land of the living and throwing away any hope of restoring the Omega lock.

If I was better at analyzing characters, I would have loved to draw a comic about what happens right after Optimus was repaired.

My first thought is Smokescreen feeling guilty and ashamed of having used the forge against Optimus's wishes. Would Smokescreen crumble? Fall to his knees, crying and apologizing? "I'm so sorry Optimus- I just couldn't do it-- I couldn't do it, I cant be a Prime- I couldn't-- w-we couldn't lose you.." Is that in character? Honestly I have no idea. 😔

I've thought about doing that for my lineless style, but I haven't gotten around to it.. 😓

If someone goes out of their way to comment on your post/in your ask box saying you're cringe for liking transformers, block the all the way to the sun and back.

What a jerk. I wouldn't be friends with anyone who goes around insulting/trying to upset people for no reason like that. Block them and don't accept/respond any phony apology they might throw your way. They knew they were being rude when they sent that message and deserve to be blocked.

Dude I would take that so fast. No one in my family would ever have to work or have debt ever again 😭

I figure if I ever feel like drawing/posting Octonauts art again, I would just put it behind a paywall on my Ko-fi. Which ngl I've thought about doing a lot recently with the new movie that came out.

But also- I would have no way of filtering out people for that private blog because how am I supposed to know who will and wont steal my artwork just by looking at their account? And when it did get stolen, I would have no way of knowing which follower did it-

I believe I've mentioned it before, but I didn't want to watch Rescue bots because its attached to Transformers: Prime <:/

Its supposed to be connected to Prime, but its rather baby-ified. The tone is much more light hearted, the plot of Rescue bots completely rewrites/contradicts the plot of Prime, Optimus comes back to life for no reason. Stuff like that.

Atm I'm only interested in Prime 😔

@kitkat1003

OUGUHHH SO REALLLLL 😭😭😭😭

REALLL I've only ever found ship fics😔😔😔 I'd love to see an aftermath fic with no romance involved.

@virtualworldfp5

That's a really cool idea! :D Great artwork too! :))

@badlyblurry

Man, if I had a nickel for every time Jeffery Combs played a character with some sort of scientist background and that had some form of contact with a green chemical compound that holds harmful properties to one body in a way, I'd have 3 nickels. Which isn't a lot but its weird that it happened 3 times. XD

@anonymous-red-shades

I'd definitely want to be something that can fly :00 But I don't think I'd wanna fly super fast because i wanna enjoy the scenery.. hmmm.. maybe a helicopter or a classic pontoon plane? :000

As for abilities... uhhhhhhh the only special abilities I know that transformers can have is the warping thing that Skywarp does. I don't know of any other powers <:0 Maybe an ability to change into more than one alt mode..? So I could be a submarine and go underwater? Or maybe the ability to breathe underwater or something? :00

(Referencing this post)

They're so unhinged I swear 😔

@chickenmilk120 (Referencing this post)

NOT YOU TOO-

@cherrycreamfairy

I couldn't find any websites that didn't make my anti virus tweak out <XD So the only villain I like from memory is Captain Gantu from Lilo and Stitch.

I still like it yeah :0 but I'm not really engaging in any Mandalorian media atm-

@minnesotamedic186

Okay the killing part aside a Plymouth Fury is an excellent choice of car ngl. Especially a fiery red 💅💅💅

@axolotlcookie0

The fact that it looks like Thomas's face has been bagged makes it even funnier XDDD

@wolfie-777

XD I actually think of that a lot yeah. I always tell myself "oooo I should draw that later" but I never do XD💀

@beryl-shade

Bibi would probably use it as intended. Sharpening and cleaning his claws💅💅

Meanwhile Cici would use it as a weapon to beat up Jangles and Gerald with XDD

What was his real name supposed to be in that continuity then? XD

@milk-powrit

References. Looooots and looooot of references.

Typically I use references of realistic skeletons. But if there's a part of the body that I just cant seem to draw right, then I look up drawings of skeletons to see how other artists drew that part. 👍

@beryl-shade

Oh no doubt they'll have an episode that takes place around the lake and the fair grounds(?) The theme park next to the main tent-

The fact that Caine mentioned their existence at all implies that an episode is going to take place there. At least for me-

#my response #transformers prime #tfp smokescreen #ngl I kind'a wanna draw that smokescreen thing now but I'm not at all confident that I'd keep him in character 😔#Or optimus for that matter-

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murmiss · 8 months ago

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Our love.

Pairing- Simon "Ghost" Riley/reader.

Chapter warning- none, light smut, Still just fluff and tenderness, but next chapter Angst!!!!

Summary- A meeting on New Year's Eve turns to love. A strong, fiery love. But. Suddenly Simon's childhood friend Samantha shows up, and she's not herself. It seemed your relationship was going through an emotional seesaw and it was Samantha who was causing it, because Simon could only belong to her. Not you.

(The ending will be good)

Part1, Part2

Part one.

Wounded by life and many battles, Simon didn't think he'd ever be able to fall in love or get anything more than a quick fuck. Sex was an everyday occurrence, something he could get easily, even with his seemingly unattractive appearance. But real feelings were something out of the ordinary, something he longed for.

The encounter took place in December, when Simon was lonely on a holiday night, lighting a cigarette on the street. He was on his way to get a new bottle of alcohol, and awkwardly wondered about his mates who were celebrating with their families. Price was visiting his brother and his family, Gaz was welcoming the new year with his girlfriend Millie, and Jonny, even more so, with his parents. The image of Soap, dressed in a silly reindeer sweater, his mother, in a white apron, putting food on a plate popped into Simon's mind. Unconsciously he pictured himself at their table, surrounded by family and comfort. Johnny had actually offered to take him to visit for the holidays, but Simon had declined, deciding he didn't want to intrude. Trudging through the slippery road, covered with a thin layer of snow, and skirting the drifts, Simon slowly made his way to the small store nearby. The snow crunched under his boots, and the snowflakes landed on his eyelashes and hairline, melting immediately.

Upon reaching, Simon opens the creaky door and his eyes are immediately blinded by the bright light. Entering the store, Simon immediately heard an emotional argument and with his eyes he searched for the source of the noise. His gaze fell toward the cash register where his acquaintance Danny, the store owner and a young girl were standing.

"How the hell is it you can't sell me a goddamn bottle of shitty alcohol?" -already being slightly tipsy and frustrated you replied. It's New Year's Eve and it's going incredibly shitty. Living in another city, you thought making friends would be easy, but it's not. How do you make conversation? Do you just walk up and say, "Hey, dude? Let's be friends?" But no, it doesn't work that way. Not among adults, that's for sure.

After your mother died, you had to move away just to avoid seeing the face of your 'beloved' father. He was an asshole, but you didn't want to think about it. Life was hard and now, the only thing you honestly burned was a bottle of cheap booze to cheer yourself up. There was a cat at home and an empty fridge, but you didn't care. Your shift had ended just a few hours ago, and you didn't have the energy to not only decorate, but even cook.

"Ma'am, we can't sell to you, the cash register is already closed," Danny insisted firmly. The ghost, knowing it was just laziness, laughed dryly and, with a slight chuckle in his voice said, "Hey,Dan."

The guy behind the counter immediately exhaled and smiled, relaxing away from the disgruntled girl to chat with his acquaintance.

"It's late and you're still at work?" Simon asked dryly, but with a smile. Only the outline of his lips showed through the mask. In retirement, outside of his second self, Simon continued to wear the mask, but over half of his face, and every time people asked, he answered, "Protection from the coronavirus." And people seriously believed his joke.

"Actually, no, I'm closing, but this lady is in my way," Danny replied, defiantly turning around and giving an appraising look to the disheveled girl with the bottle in her hands. Danny was a pretty weird guy, lazy and very strange.

"Hey, I'm actually here and there while you guys are chatting. Sell me a bottle, dude," you exclaimed confusedly, lifting the bottle up and gesturing in desperation, but it was as if you weren't heard, and then you groaned, "Come on! Please! I'll show you my boobs"

Danny thought about it for a second and looked away from the girl again, and then, with a smirk, said, "Oh, girl, you're not impressing anyone with your tits tonight."

"Give me a bottle of whiskey," came Simon's gruff voice, clearly enjoying this strange situation.

"Sure thing, buddy," the russet-haired salesman replied smoothly, grabbing the bottle and punching it through the register.

You immediately shout indignantly : "hey, you're closed!".

To which you get a sharp reply: "Oh, girl, leave the store!"

"I've been coming here for a year, you..."-you don't have time to finish, as the big guy in the mask snatches the bottle from your hands and, grinning, says. "champagne? That's nice, try it too, Dan."

You stare at the man with a raised eyebrow for a couple of seconds, feeling both grateful and wanting to hit him over the head with the bottle. The man, rattling bottles, calls after you: "Let's go, neighbor." And you follow him.

It's cooler outside.

You look at the back of the big guy walking in front of you and pensively follow him, until an epiphany comes to you in a second. You let out a ragged groan, slap your warm gloved hand over your face, and catch up. "It's that what's-his-name... Raleigh. Rily.. Reyli... Riley, that's right, Riley," you think as you remember what his last name is on his mailbox.

"Why not with your family?" - Simon finally asks the question. Honestly, he doesn't know why he got into this adventure. In terms of... He was having fun watching this girl desperate to buy a bottle, and then... He found himself wondering. Simon recognized, though not immediately, his floor neighbor. Her apartment was the far one.

"I don't have anyone," comes the nonchalant reply. The girl stares pensively into the distance before asking back, "you? "

"Same shit."

They walk on and remain silent. The streetlights illuminate the already dark street, and the snow glistens under the bright lantern light. "Maybe..." - They both say in sync, and Simon feels awkward for the first time, muttering: "go on." The girl waits a few seconds and says, "Maybe.... Umm... Celebrate together? In terms of... Well. if you don't feel weird or something."

"Nah, I can't turn down the company of a pretty girl on this lonely night," Simon replies with a dash of flirtation he didn't expect himself.

A silly laugh escapes the girl's lips and Simon is ready to admit that it was the best laugh he's heard before.

It was a little awkward when Simon opened the door. His dog, Riley, immediately rushed to lick his guest and almost dropped the girl, but she laughed again. There seemed to be light coming from her disheveled hair, or it was his fantasy. She walked in awkwardly, but half an hour later they were sitting in his living room, wrapped in blankets and with a modest but cozy table. While Simon quickly cleaned up the mess, the girl ran to her apartment and brought some groceries, quickly chopping a salad for two, and Simon opened the champagne and poured it into glasses. To be honest, he'd never liked fancy and sweet champagne, finding it too feminine, but tonight was an exception. He really sympathized with this girl, who was carelessly and unafraid, sprawled on his couch and lazily stroked his dog Riley.

During the commercial break of the movie, Simon looked at the girl for a long time, and then, laughing, asked: "would you really show him your tits?"

"To whom?" she answered carelessly, but when she realized, she was immediately embarrassed and exclaimed: "God, no! It was a maneuver!" She gave an embarrassed shriek and her cheeks turned purple. She stared at Simon for a few seconds, then threw a small couch cushion at him, "You don't think well of me."

Simon just laughed. She was adorable.

From that vicious day, their relationship began. Living next door, they saw each other almost every day, saying hello in the elevator and looking forward to the next day and the next meeting.

You worked part-time at the Strawberry Nights cafe near your home, combining work with your hobby, drawing in between customers, sitting in a small staff room. Usually your sketchbook was full of simple drawings, crooked sketches of people that you drew out of boredom, maybe even funny caricatures of annoyed boss and colleagues. But it was different now. Instead of empty and idle drawings, your sketchbook was full of sketches of Simon, memorable moments of his appearance. Every tiny feature of his character, of his appearance, all reflected in the drawings. On the first page was a hand, a rough, masculine hand, but with a faint mole on the ring finger-a feature that not everyone would notice on close inspection, but you did. The scar above his left eyebrow, his blue eyes, like two bottomless oceans, his smile, like an aggressive grin but causing you to babble inwardly, his ridiculous laughter, driving you crazy.

Ah...Could it be love?

Sitting at a bar stool, you draw Riley's profile from memory, gently scribbling your pencil across the paper. Suddenly a shadow casts a frightening glare at you, forcing you to abruptly slam your sketchbook shut and look up, mentally hoping it's not your nasty boss and his damn inspections, but unfortunately, or fortunately, you meet your gaze with that bumbling hulk. A nervous laugh escapes your lips, and carelessly, without realizing it, you toss your hair back, carelessly fixing it. When did you ever start worrying about your appearance? Shit...

You bite your lip and mutter, "What do you want, Riley?"

He responds with his gruff and bassy laugh. You're lost for a second, and like a true villain, he speaks up. Too Hot.

-"When did I become Riley? What's the point of being formal, Ms. Barista?"- He's teasing again. He's being subtle.

"I'm on the job, Simon"-smiling playfully, rolling your eyes back and rising from your chair to stand taller, carelessly grabbing a mug from the table and saying in a pretend-sweet voice, "What would you like to order, sir? A mochaccino? Latte? Strawberry milkshake or for the classics?".

Simon froze with a smile on his face, unmasked, which was surprising in his case. Honestly, Riley didn't know what was going on, sitting on the edge of his bed at night, unable to get you out of his head. The smell of you, the sparkle in your eyes, the silly, slightly snorting laugh-- he thought he was going crazy. Why does he follow you? Why does he walk home slowly, to get home at the same time as you, for two minutes?

Is he in love? It hurts him to admit it, not when he's been shown so many times how insignificant a guy and lover he is. No one can accept him, and neither can you. But without listening to his brain, he goes back to the cafe where you work, gets closer to the counter and... Freezes. You paint? It's beautiful. What's beautiful? Your soft image, the careful movement of your hand drawing colored lines, the flutter of your eyelashes, or the drawing itself? He didn't know. The drawing, by the way. Riley lowered his gaze to the sketchbook itself and his heart skipped a few hard beats. Is that him? It can't be. No, definitely not. Or-- It's definitely him.

Before he knows it, you're startled and he can't help but laugh. You should see your eyes at that moment, like a kid caught red-handed.

"Do you want to go for a walk?"- Ghsot blurted out stupidly, instead of offering you a drink. His face was serious and his eyebrows were furrowed.

"Now?"-you replied, glancing at him confusedly, then turning toward the supervisor talking to your coworker. Turning back to the ghost, you whisper, leaning in, "I can't, the supervisor's here... My shift ends at 5:00 p.m."

He nods, and you lean back, slightly taken aback, watching him. He, without the slightest trace of his previous smile, turns around and walks to the window, taking the farthest chair.

"He's going to sit there for three hours and wait for my shift to end?" - you ask awkwardly, embarrassed, but immediately chuckle softly. How silly of him.

All you had to do was pretend to Mr. Aaron that everything was fine and not stare at Simon like a crazy woman. Well. Even if it didn't look pretty - sitting there drooling and staring at a customer - you didn't care anymore. Your shift was over, and you'd even managed to excuse yourself half an hour early. Nervous, you go to the staff room and take a long spin in front of the mirror.

"Damn! Why am I not ready today!" - You sigh nervously, and when you hear a woman giggling, you turn around sharply as well. Your heart is pounding like you've been launched by a rocket into space, but it was only Mindy.

"Damn it, Min!" -you reply with annoyance, patting yourself on the side in embarrassment. "Maybe... Maybe I should tell Simon I'm not feeling well. I'll look like a complete fool," you think at the same time.

"What are you thinking?" - Mindsy asks, innocently flapping her eyes. She was certainly annoying at times, but right now she was the only person you could complain to.

"I got called out of the blue for a date, and... I look like I crawled out of a dumpster. Seriously. I thought it was going to rain tonight, but..... Mud... and.. So I wore the first thing I could get my hands on. " - You make an embarrassed excuse, involuntarily lowering your gaze to the floor from your growing embarrassment. You don't know what to do, and Mindsy giggles like nothing happened. You flare up like a match and just want to respond to her laughter with a wry, "What's so funny?" but before you can say anything, the blonde pulls off her pink top.

"what are you doing on?" you ask confused.

"can't I help my friend?" she replies, staying in her bra and carelessly pulling a handkerchief out of her bag and tying it on herself in a bandeau top style. Honestly, she was so stupid, but when it came to style, she was incredibly resourceful.

"friend"-you whisper under your breath, as if you can't believe you can call her a friend, though now you realize that yes, you can.

"I'm not sure I can"-You hold her top in your hands, looking uncertainly at the blonde woman adjusting her makeup.

"Shut up, hurry up and get changed, and come here I'll do your makeup."-The girl replies, smacking her lips in front of the mirror and admiring her makeup quite a bit.

"You always have your makeup bag with you"-you giggle in response and quickly throw off your work uniform, putting it away carelessly in a drawer. You put on your blue jeans and the pink top Mindsy gave you over the top. Thank goodness you wore the same size clothes.

Honestly, it was weird as hell to wear someone else's clothes, and-- The feel of Mindsy's gentle hands was also suggestive.Unconsciously you smile as the image of you being a star in a movie plays in your head.Min hums a tune, and soon with a smug smile she pulls away.The makeup was lovely, and consisted of light pink blush, unobtrusive glitter on your eyelids, mascara to open up your fawn look, and a light gloss on your lips.

"Come on, run along, pretty girl, your prince on a white horse is waiting for you"-winks Mindsy and you, carelessly grabbing your bag, quickly leave the room, shouting to Min: "see you tomorrow!".

It seemed to Ghost that the hours had gone on impossibly long, he'd had three drinks, and all three times his fallout had fallen on strict espresso. But the Worst part was waiting to get ready. Scenarios played in his head as you were getting ready for the restaurant, you sitting in your lace shirt on the sofa and putting on lip gloss, your legs in lace stockings thrown one over the other and you relaxedly getting ready while he was already standing there in his suit. Simon gets hot, making him shift from foot to foot, sighing early and pulling back the neck of your sweatshirt, trying to get air under your clothes. As you walk out of that hellish staff room, his breath catches. He Nervously grabs your arm and pulls you behind him. You sigh raggedly, taken aback by his reaction.

The gears are turning in the ghost's head as he tries to figure out what you should do. A movie? He doesn't like movie theaters, go to a restaurant? That would tire you out, so only a bar or a walk sounded in his head. Glancing over at you, he immediately marked the Bar aside, because to Simon, pubs were always dirty places, with alcohol, and men who might stare at girls like you.

"There's an alcoholic ice cream store nearby," he blurts out, slowing down so that his gaze is directed at you, and inwardly Riley is very nervous.

"Alcoholic ice cream? I've never had anything like that before"-you giggle in response, and Simon immediately pulls you in. What's the rush? You don't know, but you follow him.

The store was small, but quite spacious. "Definitely for kinky drinkers," you think to yourself.

"There's Champagne and raspberry, tequila and lime, coconut rum, cognac and chocolate," you can't even make up your mind, your stomach rumbles with hunger and you don't have time to make a choice as this crazy man grabs every kind of ice cream for two. This snake smiles, and in a cocky, husky voice says, "Ice cream party? "

"Are you suggesting we get drunk on ice cream?" - You raise one eyebrow, your lips curving into a smile.

"No, I have a bottle of bourbon at home, let's go to my place," Simon carries the ice cream in his hands, careful not to drop any of the cans, and you grab a couple of them, wanting to help yourself steady yourself.

"Damn, you know what I want after a hard day's work, you're a wizard, aren't you?" -you say jokingly, and your eyes dart a little nervously to the last price tag. "Why is this ice cream so expensive?" - you think to yourself, but you raise an eyebrow in surprise when Simon holds out his card like nothing happened and pays for everything. He sure knows how to surprise.

"Where would you like to start?" - Ghost asks, looking into the bag and pulling out a brandy ice cream for himself.

"With raspberries," you follow his movements carefully and pick up a brightly colored box and a small plastic scoop. While Simon fiddles with the packaging, you taste the first spoonful.

"This is fucking delicious! " you mutter and hurriedly send spoonful after spoonful of ice cream into your mouth until your jaw freezes. You let out a ragged groan and giggle awkwardly, and Simon hurries after you, finishing his ice cream.

As you stroll through the dark courtyards and backyards, eating the most delicious ice cream of your life, you don't notice how intoxicated you are, and you find yourself in Riley's familiar apartment. You're sitting on the couch, stretched out in a relaxed pose, the TV is on pause, and Simon is in the kitchen heating up the pizza you just had delivered.

Time passed, and all that could be heard was your lecherous laughter and Riley's periodic barking. The bottle of bourbon disappeared in a matter of hours, as did all the ice cream and pizza.

"I feel like a balloon, Si" you laugh, clutching your stomach and gasping. The asshole paws at you like a cat, smirking through his teeth and whispering almost in your ear: "You should know how I feel when I have a hot girl like that around me."

"I'm a hot dog," you laugh again, then fall silent. You are so drunk. You say, "You're such an asshole," in a low, almost without hesitation, voice. You stare at his lips. Everything is happening slowly and yet so fast at the same time. His rough hands lift you easily off the couch and carry you confidently, even impatiently, straight to his hideout, dropping you carelessly onto the bed. Your hair spreads across the pillows and you let out a ragged groan, "Hey!" But no sooner do you resent it than he kisses you. Like a hungry dog. His hands shake and he piles on top of you, almost crushing you with his weight. He pulls away. You smile softly and playfully say, "Hey, you're heavy." He hesitates, but then you say, "Come here, damn it." You open your arms and he immediately snuggles up to you, kissing your face. You giggle in response, looking up at him with half-closed eyes. He pulls away, assumes a sitting position, and nervously throws off his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the floor. With rough hands covered in tattoos and scars, he carelessly grabs you by the top of your head.

"Stop!" - you squeaked, but not before he ripped the fabric with ease. Holy shit, it was Mindsy's top. But his action was so hot. You bite your lip, thinking to yourself that you'll buy her a new one. It's a little awkward, but you'll give her some kind of certificate and she won't be offended.

"Oh, God," you plead, arching your spine. Simon, like an insatiable, hungry dog, covers your body with kisses.

His caresses, rough and tender, every part of your body is art to him, your skin glistens, and in his eyes you are no less than Aphrodite.

Simon feels a slight shame, he feels like he is spoiling you with his twisted mind, his dirty hands touching your pure body and his lips corrupting your mind. But he can't stop, trying to be as careful as possible.

"Too big, Si," you whisper nervously, and he catches up immediately, stroking you gently through your hair, sliding his hands smoothly over your stomach, stroking you just as gently, as if you could vaporize at any moment.

"It's okay, baby, I got you," he whispers back.

Honestly, he didn't want to wake up this morning. Sleeping next to your soft and so beloved body, your natural gentle scent, the comfort that surrounded him. Next to you, he didn't remember the traumas of childhood and violent fights.

He really fucking loves you.

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Blur The Lines

Ledger!Joker x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1 - Break-In

Work Summary: Y/n is a struggling artist living in Gotham and stuck in an office job that she absolutely hates. Her dull life gets a spark of excitement when the Joker breaks into her apartment. Over time his stay becomes more voluntary and Y/n develops a connection with the clown. In exchange for a place of safety, Joker agrees to give her some tips that will help boost her art career. But eventually, Y/n realizes she may be getting into more than she signed up for.

Chapter Summary: It's a typical boring day at the office for Y/n. She returns home once again to the frustrations of her failing dreams. As she tries to distract herself and make something of yet another unfinished drawing, a certain someone decides to break into her apartment.

Author's Note: So I'm starting a new fic! I'm really excited for this one. I've been thinking of doing a reader insert fic for several months now. My goal here is to write a more in-character or darker Joker than I usually do and a more developed MC instead of just another Mary Sue. She is heavily inspired by me as I'm kinda writing with myself in mind but anyone can read it and place themselves in the story. Idk if there will be any smut or implied smut in here. I'm still not entirely comfortable with writing that yet. So if there is any here's your warning. I'm done yapping now, enjoy the first chapter!

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A cool autumn breeze ruffled your hair as you left the office building with a defeated sigh. You began the monotonous trek back home, holding a thick stack of paperwork and other work related crap. Your boss just threw it on you at the last second. The joke was him, you weren’t actually gonna do it.

Nope. He needed to realize you had a life outside of work. A simple one, but still a life. You only carried the stack out with you for appearances. Honestly you could care less if you were fired. It was only a matter of time before you quit anyway. This was not the life you wanted.

Every day it was the same thing. Wake up early, go to work in an office all day, waste hours of your time, go back home to a shitty apartment, yearn for a better life, go to bed, and repeat the next day. Much to your relief you were off on the weekends. You treasured those days and used them to destress and help yourself feel alive again. It was hard to believe how draining something as simple as an office job could be.

You often found yourself reminiscing on the old days when you were a little girl growing up in your small town. You lived in a modest house on a lively farm. Your father raised cows and chickens and grew numerous crops. Your mother was a local school teacher. They were loving parents for the most part. They had their evident flaws but what parents didn’t?

You did well in school and you rarely got into trouble. They were difficult to make, but you had a few friends. You adopted many stray cats and took care of them. Your dad let you keep so many because they were good for keeping mice out of the barn.

Life was plain and honestly quite boring. As a young girl you had big dreams. You longed to move away and start a new life somewhere else. Home would always be home but it would never satisfy you.

Your escape from it all was art. You had been drawing since you were old enough to pick up a crayon. As you grew older, art became more than just a hobby. When you picked up a pencil or a paintbrush, you felt free. Putting your deepest thoughts and opinions to page was so liberating, especially when a lot of times you couldn’t outwardly express those things.

Your high school art teacher said you could go places, and you believed him. An art career was something you always wanted. With his encouragement and a few others, you decided to go for it. So after graduating, you spent a few years figuring things out. As a backup plan you went to a community college for a 2 year degree and successfully obtained it. Then with enough money saved up, you moved to Gotham City when you were 21 in hopes of becoming a full time artist.

Your parents thought you were stupid. Your friends laughed at you. They all told you over and over it wouldn’t work out. Maybe they were right. You found out pretty quickly that Gotham’s art scene was super competitive. It was nearly impossible for a nobody from the middle of nowhere like you to get noticed. But you wouldn’t give up. Not yet.

Obviously you needed money to survive and fund your projects. Supplies weren’t always cheap. Hell, it cost money for you to even enter certain art galleries and contests. You also knew that your art career of course wouldn’t take off right away, so you were forced to look for work.

That’s when you stumbled across an office job in the Downtown area. It paid just enough for you to afford rent and groceries, along with a little extra to set aside for art related things. You mostly answered calls, filled out paperwork, and scheduled things for your boss. You were a receptionist or secretary of some sort. You hoped that you wouldn’t be doing this for very long and your art would gain some traction by now, but no such luck.

You came to Gotham 2 years ago and still nothing changed. You were still stuck in your cramped apartment and dead end job. It was hopeless, but something in you was driving you to keep trying, to prove everyone back home wrong.

Rounding the last corner, your apartment building came into view. You sighed as you pushed the double doors open and entered the lobby. You passed the front desk where your landlord was reading the paper and waved to him wearily. “Hey, Jimmy.”

“Hey, Y/n. Long day?”

“Yep.”

You dug your keys out of your pocket and unlocked your mail slot after scanning the rows. Nothing but junk mail. You threw it away in a nearby trash can and started towards the stairs with a tired sigh. It wasn’t too long of a walk, but trudging up four flights of stairs everyday was not something you looked forward to.

Soon you reached the fourth floor and walked down the hall until you reached apartment 405, your humble abode. You unlocked the door and entered with an exhale of relief, discarding the heavy stack of paperwork on the kitchen table. You wouldn’t think anything of it for the rest of the night and it would sit there until the next morning when you had to go back to work.

Flipping on the lights, you moved into your bedroom and changed out of your work clothes into something more comfortable. You picked out your usual sweatshirt and shorts combo and threw it on. Once dressed, you grabbed your sketchbook off of your dresser and returned to the living room. You set the sketchbook down on the couch before going to the kitchen and heating up some water to make Cup Noodles with. It wasn’t the healthiest meal, but it was cheap and good enough for you. If you ever got rich off of your art, you could start eating healthier then.

Cup Noodles in hand, you grabbed your sketching pencils from your art desk and plopped down on the couch to finish up your current ‘work in progress’. You slurped up the noodles as you examined what was already on the page and tried to figure out what to do with it. Something about it just wasn’t looking right.

You grabbed the remote and switched on the TV for background noise. The evening news was on. As you set to work on the drawing, you heard a little bit of what the reporters were saying. The cops were after someone on the run but you didn’t catch who or where. It didn’t surprise you. This was Gotham after all.

You erased what you originally had on the page with a frown. The proportions just looked so off. Maybe your second attempt would be better. You tried to remind yourself that everything in your sketchbook was just practice. Some of it might get put to canvas or inspire a future project and some of it might not. Still, every time something didn’t come together right away you felt like a failure. You’d start to think that maybe you really weren’t good enough and that was why this art career wasn’t working out.

At this point you screwed up the second attempt and moved on to your third. You were growing increasingly annoyed at both the drawing and yourself. Nothing you did was fixing it. With an exasperated sigh, you started erasing yet again.

You paused when you heard a faint tapping on your window. You looked up at the sound, but seeing nothing there, you paid it no mind and continued to erase furiously at the drawing. It ripped at how forceful you were and you nearly screamed in rage. You took a deep breath and crumpled up the paper. The original drawing just wasn’t working. It was best to start over on a new sheet of paper. Even if this was your fourth attempt.

Some more time passed as you got lost in the drawing process and then you heard the noise again. Louder this time. Something hit the window hard and then the glass started to crack. It dawned on you that someone was trying to break in.

You scoffed. Not on your watch.

You turned the TV off, stood up, and crept cautiously towards the window, baseball bat in hand. With the crime rate as high as it was in Gotham, you kept an arsenal of everyday things to defend yourself with and had a plan in mind just in case a situation like this should happen.

Intending to simply bash the intruder over the head and scare them away, you pried open the window just as a familiar painted face appeared right in front of you. You screamed and fell backwards.

There was no way. There was no fucking way.

The figure crawled through the opening and tumbled right into your apartment. Paralyzed with fear, you watched him sit upright in horror. This was no ordinary thug. This was the Joker. The Joker was in your apartment.

“Sorry, uh, for the scare, darlin'. I’m kinda in a bit of a pinch here.” He said as he stood up and approached you.

You noticed he had a small limp and his clothes were soaked with blood. His hair was sweaty and wild. Very faintly you could hear his erratic breathing.

“Wh-What do you want?” You asked, backing away from him.

He seemed to find your reaction amusing. “Just need a place to stay for a bit until I can get the pigs off my back. I’m not gonna hurt ya.”

You were stunned speechless. You could only muster a soft, “You’re injured.”

Joker shrugged. “Yeah. Happens every time. I couldn’t get very far with this leg.”

“So was this apartment building the closest thing to you or…?” You inquired, surprised at your own voice.

“Yep. Nice place ya got here.”

“I-I…I’m not sure how I feel about this.”

“I wasn’t asking you.”

You didn’t like his tone. You took a deep breath and lowered the bat, propping it against the wall.

“So you just want a place to hide? That’s it?”

“Yep. It’s too risky for me to travel across the city right now. I can’t get to my hideout until the heat dies down.”

“How long are we talking?”

“I don’t really know. At most two weeks.”

“Two weeks?! You can’t just-!” You exclaimed.

Joker threw his hands up. “I said at most.”

“No. You can kindly get the hell out. I won’t call the cops if you just go.”

Joker smirked and advanced towards you slowly, lifting his coat to reveal a hidden pistol. “Orrrr…you can kindly shut up and let me stay here because I’m the man with a gun.”

You froze at the sight of the gun and contemplated what to do, your mind running a mile a minute. Your shoulders slumped as you realized the position you were in. It was best to just go along with what he said.

You sighed, “I don’t really have a choice here, do I?”

When you looked back up, Joker wasn’t there. He lost interest in talking to you and wandered into the kitchen. You stared at the clown in disbelief. The fact that he was being so nonchalant and inviting himself into a stranger’s home baffled you. Man, the nerve of this guy.

You scampered after him and against your better judgement grabbed his arm to confront him. He whipped around to face you, his dark eyes boring into yours.

You gulped. “Shouldn’t we, uh, treat your wounds first?”

Joker lightened his expression. “Mhm. That would be helpful.”

You led him into your bathroom and gestured for him to sit on the toilet. He sat down without a word and stared up at you. You nervously grabbed a first aid kit from your cabinet.

“I don’t have much but I’ll make do with what I can. Where are you hurt?”

Joker rolled up his pants leg and pointed to a deep gash across his calf. It was swollen red and oozing blood. You had to turn your head for a second. When your stomach stopped lurching, you knelt down in front of him while still maintaining a safe distance.

“Anywhere else?”

Joker grinned and pointed towards his left arm. “Just a little graze on my shoulder. They missed me. We should probably focus on the bigger one right now.”

You nodded. “Okay, uh… I guess I should clean it first?”

Joker made no reply and just kept staring at you. You frowned.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, man. How do you usually do this?”

“You clean it first. That’s kinda obvious, darlin’.” Joker muttered.

“Oh I’m sorry. I don’t get into police shootouts on a regular basis.” You spat.

Joker snickered. “Feisty, aren’t ya?”

You rolled your eyes and got to work. You took an alcohol wipe and disinfected the wound, trying to be gentle because you knew it would probably sting. To your surprise Joker didn’t even flinch. Sensing he wasn’t going to mind, you continued on at a quicker pace and wiped away the blood, patting it dry with a nearby towel.

Next you grabbed some gauze from the kit and wrapped it around his calf to bandage the gash. You could practically feel Joker staring down at you as you worked. This was crazy. You were treating the Joker’s wounds and letting him stay in your apartment. He did force you, but still, he was an extremely dangerous man to have in your home. Was he going to kill you? Heh, you hated to say it but maybe that was a good thing. He’d put you out of your misery.

You shook off that thought. No, y/n, that isn’t a good thing. Once you’re dead it’s over. If you stay alive, at least you still have a chance. You didn’t come this far to give up. He’s not going to kill you. You’re going to make sure of it.

Joker’s gruff voice startled you out of your daze. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

“Well y/n, you might not like these circumstances but it’s really helping me out. So, uh, thanks I guess.”

“I’m literally only doing this because you threatened me.” You huffed.

Joker chuckled. “Fair enough.”

“Stay still. I can’t bandage it right if you keep moving.”

You didn’t catch the fiery glimmer of anger flash across Joker’s eyes at being bossed around. Regardless he listened to you and kept his legs still as you cut off the remaining gauze and tied the bandage in place.

“There. Now let’s take care of your shoulder. Can you uh…?” You gestured to his suit.

Joker yanked off his purple coat with a sly smirk. “Tsk. You just met me, y/n. Want my clothes off already?”

You turned beet red. “No! Ugh, that’s not what I meant. Just take off your shirt enough that I can bandage up your shoulder.”

Joker wheezed. “Alright, alright. I’m kidding.”

You didn’t find him one bit funny. Some clown he was.

Joker finally got his shirt pulled down so you could treat the graze on his shoulder. You repeated the same process as you did for his calf and bandaged it accordingly. Joker fixed his shirt back and left his coat off, draping it over his shoulder.

You put the medical kit back where it belonged and started out the door towards the living room again. Joker stood up from the toilet and followed you, still limping a bit. He sat down on the couch and you sat down at your art desk across the room, unsure of what else to do but sit down.

Your heart skipped a beat when you realized you left your sketchbook on the couch and it was still open. You hated when someone looked through your sketchbook without asking. It was so embarrassing. Flashbacks to high school replayed in your head. You silently prayed Joker wouldn’t notice, but it was too late. He picked it up and flipped through the pages curiously. Did he not have any understanding of privacy?!

“What’s this?” He asked, examining a page.

“It’s my sketchbook. I’m an artist. Well, sort of…” You answered quietly.

Joker said nothing and continued flipping through the pages.

“Can you not? Please?” You tried not to sound desperate.

Joker stopped and looked up at you as if he sensed your distress. “Why? It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

You walked across the room and shut the book, taking it out of his hands. “I just don’t like people looking through my sketchbook. I don’t know. It’s just personal.”

“Alright then. I, uh, assume art is just a hobby. What do you do for work?”

“I have an office job. I don’t really know what my title is. Receptionist? Secretary? Assistant? Something like that.”

“Oh. Sounds boring.”

“It is. I hate it. I’d rather be more of a professional artist but nobody takes me seriously.”

“Why?”

“Beats me. I guess those rich pricks would rather see a few slathers of paint on a canvas instead of actual art. But hey, I won’t judge the abstract. Some of it is actually meaningful.”

Joker laughed. “Yeah. One time I tried to rob a featured gallery in an art museum and ended up leaving with nothing because everything was just so tasteless. It was said to be worth thousands of dollars but I didn’t waste my time on it. Most of today’s modern ‘art’ is just crap.”

“I mean, it’s not all bad. It’s just so hard to get noticed. The reason that kind of art is so valued is because it’s made by influential rich people who get bored one day and decide to make a painting.”

“Well put.”

You blinked for a second and processed the story he just told you. He described robbing a museum as if it was the most normal thing in the world, like grocery shopping. It brought you back to reality and reminded you who you were in the room with. You held back a shiver.

“Uh, why exactly were you running from the cops?” You asked.

“Well, I just broke out of Arkham last week so I guess they were on high alert. My dumb ass decided to stage another heist because I needed some funds instead of waiting a little longer. Somebody tipped them off that we were going to be there and they showed up right as we tried to leave. Then the chase ensued and that’s when I ended up here.”

You shook your head. This was actually happening. A psycho killer clown was sitting in your living room and telling you about his failed bank heist. Why did it have to be you and not the annoying neighbor who lived right beside you? “I still don’t understand something. Out of the rows of windows, why did you pick mine?”

“It looked like there were no lights on. I thought no one was home.”

“Okay, but why the 4th floor?”

“I dunno. I needed to get up high to see what was going on around me and then I decided the best thing to do right then was to hide in one of the apartments so I just picked a random one.”

You rubbed your temples and took a deep breath. You really had the worst luck ever.

“As much as I’d love to sit and chat, I’ve had a really long day and I need to catch some sleep. So I’ll be in my room.” You announced and started towards your bedroom door.

“Fine by me. You do what you gotta do.”

“I really can’t offer you anywhere to sleep besides the couch.”

“That’s alright. I can sleep pretty much anywhere.”

“Oh. Well, I’m going to bed now. So goodnight, um, what should I call you?”

“J is fine.”

“Goodnight, J.”

“Night, Y/n.”

You entered your room and shut the door, leaning against it once inside. You let out a long shaky breath. This night was just so unbelievable. The Joker was in your living room! And you were still alive! And he saw your sketchbook! You cringed, wanting to simply pass away at that thought. In the scheme of things you guessed it didn’t matter that much but it was still embarrassing.

You went to the bathroom inside your room where you treated Joker’s injuries earlier and brushed your teeth. You put up your hair and turned the light off before walking over to your bed and collapsing onto it.

You were exhausted but for the first hour you found it so difficult to fall asleep. You were completely paranoid. And who wouldn’t be? All you could think about was the madman on the other side of your door who could kill you with his bare hands.

Would he do it while you slept? And how would he do it? You shuddered at the possibilities.

All the worrying and speculation only tired you out further. You stayed awake as long as could until your body finally crashed. You dozed off, all thoughts of Joker fleeting as you entered the comforting embrace of sleep. You could deal with him in the morning. Hopefully.

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Magic The Gathering x Final Fantasy - Spoiler Season Part 17 (12/05/2025 - Scions and Spellcraft Pt. 1)

Last, but not least, for the commander decks, we have Final Fantasy 14's Scions and Spellcraft deck. Let's get to it, starting off with Alisaie Leveilleur! Oh wait, very quick before: SPOILER WARNING. I tried dancing around a certain card in the mono black cards, but I can't really dance around an entire deck full of spoilers. So, spoiler warning for FF14 all the way up until Endwalker.

White for Alisaie is interesting. I wouldn't say it is wrong, but I definitely see her more as a Red girl... you know, like her job is Red Mage. Either way, I could see the argument being made that she would be Red/White, so it isn't too bad of a flavor fail.

3 mana for a 3/2 is very slightly below rate, but you'll manage. HEr abilities are:

Partner with Alphinaud Leveilleur. I won't be covering the commander implications of this card, but basically, when she enters the battlefield you may search for a card called Alphinaud Leveilleur from your deck and then shuffle your deck. Neat. You may also run Alisaie and Alphinaud together as commanders for your commander deck. Again, I won't cover that here, but I might do a follow up post at some point to cover how well they would run together.

First strike, so strikes first against most things. Nice, makes her 3 power enough to be able to smack down anything that dares attack you or dares to block her.

The second spell you cast each turn costs 2 less to cast. So ideally, kind of like Red Mage in FF14: cast a small spell first, then save 2 mana on your second spell and use that to cast a bigger spell for less mana. Very nice, definitely gives her a little bit of a spellslinger vibe.

One last time, I will not be talking about her commander implications. The TL;DR is: don't bother running her without Alphinaud, there is no point. That said, on her own, she is something that can enable double spelling on a turn pretty easily. Saving 2 mana is no joke, that's like a free Sol Ring on every second spell on every turn. Put her in a spellslingers deck and you'd be pleasantly surprised.

Now for the art. Credit to Justyna Dura. Link to her ArtStation. The lack of neck is messing me up. She looks very much like her head sunk into her torso or that her shoulders are very high up. Aside from that issue, it is a nice art piece, but yeah, definitely can't get over that one.

As for the next card, let's talk about Tataru Taru!

2 mana for a 0/3 is technically slightly below rate... and it doesn't get much better unfortunately. Her abilities are:

Tataru enters, you draw a card and target opponent may draw a card. Group hug? I guess? Only once though, unless you start blinking her...

Whenever an opponent draws a card, if it isn't that player's turn, create a tapped Treasure token. This ability triggers only once each turn. So that does trigger from her entering effect... but only tapped Treasure per turn whenever your opponents are drawing cards outside their turn is limited. Very limited even. This ain't no Smothering Tithe, that's for sure.

This... is very disappointing, honestly. Tataru wants to be a value engine, but she only makes one card draw happen and relies on other people drawing cards outside of their turns to create a singular tapped Treasure token per turn. That's just not good enough. In the 99 of a deck... I'd say replace her, but if you're already playing group hug, she might be alright. As your commander... aside from just liking her, just please don't. I hate to say this, since I love Tataru, but I don't think this is good enough. It is certainly fair, but fair rarely means good when you try to win.

Now for the art. Credit to Livia Prima. Link to her Instagram. NO, DON'T GIVE ME A GIFT WITH THAT CUTE AS HELL SMILE! I ALREADY FEEL BAD CALLING YOU NOT THAT GOOD, I'M SO SORRY ;-; This is super cute and it hurts so much. I love the fat cat in the background too and just the background in general is so cozy. Now I'm even sadder...

Let's shake off the sadness by going to Thancred Waters...

5 mana for a 3/5 is slightly below rate, but it's a good stat spread. His abilities are:

Flash, so you can cast him on instant speed. Nice.

When Thancred Waters enters, another target legendary permanent you control gains indestructible for as long as you control Thancred Waters. Ah, a protection piece. Fair enough. Good one too, since it lasts until Thancred is taken off the board.

Whenever you cast a noncreature spell, Thancred Waters gains indestructible until end of turn. So you can also make him indestructible, making it hard for your opponents to remove both him and the creature he's protecting. Nice. Also, great flavor. Needing you to cast a (noncreature) spell to get indestructible, since he can't channel his own aether.

As most of the protection piece legendary creatures, just don't run this as your commander. Put him in a voltron deck, so he function as both a protection piece for whatever you are putting everything on and act as a second body to block an attack back, one he could even survive if you have a noncreature spell to make him get indestructible with. Just in general, in the 99 he's pretty good, always at the very least being able to protect your commander. Just make sure you aren't bouncing your commander or anything, since the target will fall off and make them no longer protected!

Now for the art. Credit to Wisnu Tan. Link to their Instagram. Very realistic/gritty. Way more than I'd expect from FF14, but I think it works in this specific instance of Thancred protecting "Minfilia." It shows how urgent and serious Thancred is about that, so yeah. I like this a whole lot.

Next up... Hell. Required listening below:

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Good. King. Moggle. Mog. The Twelfth. Really? Over my boy Susano, over Ravana, over Thordan? Even Ultima Weapon? Good King Moggle Mog is the summon of this deck. Singular summon. I'm convinced WotC put him in to spite me.

5 mana for a 4/4 body is below rate. Not hugely so though, much to my own displeasure. He also has flying and lifelink, so evasive and will get you some health back when he attacks or blocks, again, much to my own displeasure. His abilities are:

Lore counter 1: Create two 1/2 white pests Moogle creature tokens with lifelink. So he goes for more of a token strategy, specifically abomination Moogle typal tokens. Sure would be a shame if someone really likes token strategies... sigh.

Lore counters 2 & 3: Whenever you cast a noncreature spell this turn, create a token that's a copy of a non-Saga token you control. So you can make more copies of your infestation Moogle tokens he just created by doing some cheap spellslinging, since this isn't limited to the first noncreature spell you cast. So keep some cheap instants, sorceries, artifacts and enchantments in your deck to make the best use out of it. Pretty good if you can fire off few nonceature spells... damn.

Lore counters 4: Put two +1/+1 counters on each other tyrant Moogle you control. So your actual demons Moogle tokens, which will probably be more than you already deserve, will be 3/4s minimum when this resolves. This is... disappointgly good.

In conclusion, this is the worst card >:( Okay, for real, Good King Moggle Mog XII is... annoyingly good. While not necessarily the best in the deck he comes in, seeing as his only time he cares about noncreature spells is during turns 2 and 3, you can very easily go for a garbage Moogle typal deck, specifically using Mog, a fate worse than death Moogle Warrior. Yes, that includes me, because for SOME REASON THESE PLAGUE MOOGLE CARDS ARE GENUINELY FUN TO ME, EVEN THOUGH I HATE FREAKING MOOGLES!

Now for the art. Credit to Andrea Radeck. Link to her BlueSky. This is also annoyingly good. The only thing is that this is uncannily smooth instead of fuzzy, but that's also a problem with FF14's roaches moogles in general a bit with them only having a fluffy collar, so I can't fault her too much. It is also just kind of Good King Moggle Mog XII in his arena, surrounded by his Mogglesguard, but it is good art, so nice (disappointingly)

As for the alternative art since my suffering can never be done:

Credit to Minoru. Link to their Twitter. IT SURE IS THE SAME F**KING THING AGAIN, JUST IN A DIFFERENT ARTSTYLE! YES, THAT'S A NICE GOOD KING MOGGLE MOG XII AND HIS MOGGLESGUARD! I AM DONE WITH THIS FREAKING CARD AND MY SLEEP PARALYSIS DEMONS MOOGLES FOR FOREVER, BUT YOU KNOW, THIS SET WILL HAVE MORE LITERALLY JUST SATANS, YES MULTIPLE SATANS MOOGLES, SO THAT IS MY PAIN TO DEAL WITH.

MOVING ON TO DANCER'S CHAKRAMS!

Thank god, we're talking about an Equipment.

4 mana for an Equipment. Job select, so make a token when this comes in and it is auto equipped on that token. Equipped creature gets +2/+2, has lifelink and "Other commanders you control get +2/+2 and have lifelink" and is a Performer in addition to its other types. Also equipping it costs 3 mana. This is pretty decent, good buff to your commander and to the thing it is equipped to. Fun fact, if you have 2 commanders, like with the Alisaie and Alphinaud pair, it does share the buff to both, meaning you'd get +6/+6 and triple lifelink from this 4 mana artifact. That's really not too shabby. Pretty solid equip, though not mind breaking by any stretch.

Now for the art. Credit to "domco.". Link to their Twitter. That sure is a catboy dancer posing. I don't have much to say, it just looks good. Also, nice small effects, those also look quite good.

Last, but certainly not least, of the White cards: Champions from Beyond!

2 + X mana enchantment for. Its abilities are:

When this enchantment enters, create X 1/1 colorless Hero creature tokens. Pretty solid, means you'd want to pump in 10 mana to get 8 creature tokens for no particular reason at all.

Light Party - Whenever you attack with four or more creatures, scry 2, then draw a card. I didn't highlight the flavor text for any reason, shuddup. Anyway, good for go wide strategies, since that's a scry 2 and then a draw, which can give you a card that can potentially still enhance your damage or protect your board, depending on what you see in the scry. Very nice.

Full Party - Whenever you attack with eight or more creatures, those creatures get +4/+4 until end of turn. SHUDDUP. So when attacking with 8 or more creatures, you first scry 2 and then draw a card and afterwards, all those creatures become massive. Fantastic.

So I may be a tiny bit biased when I say that I love this card. Now, I should mention, this is purely good for token strategies, but that's obvious as you make tokens upon entry if you pay more than the two White mana required to cast this. This is just super cool and the flavor of having a Light Party and Full Party buff is just so awesome.

Now for the art. Credit to Darius Zablockis. Link to his Instagram. 4 Warriors of Light coming together to beat up... someone. I think it might be Hades, since this does reference that scene, but either way. This is awesome, fantastic art!

Now we move to Blue cards, starting with the other twin, Alphinaud Leveilleur!

4 mana for a 2/4 is below rate. His abilities are:

Partner with Alisaie Leveilleur. Similarly to Alisaie, I'm not gonna go too into the commander stuff. Simply, you can search for Alisaie when Alphinaud enters and then shuffle your library. Neat.

Vigilance. He doesn't tap while attacking, neat.

Whenever you cast your second spell each turn, draw a card. Once per turn extra card draw isn't too bad, just need to run cheap spells to cast.

Again, also similar to Alisaie, my recommendation for running this as your commander is don't bother unless you are running him with Alisaie. Aside from that, this is definitely not as good on his own compared to Alisaie. A card draw is powerful, but making every second spell you cast per turn cheaper I'd say is better. This isn't bad, just not quite as good, since one extra card per turn isn't great, especially at a condition to fulfill. You'd want like 3 cards with such a condition you have to consistently do.

Now for the art. Credit to Justyna Dura. Link to her ArtStation. The face here looks weird and it is noticeable and a bit hard to overlook. Similar to Alisaie, it just looks off enough to take me out of the entire art, which is otherwise pretty good. Also, the extended art has the whole art become a bit brighter? Very strange.

Now we go to Hermes, Overseer of Elpis!

4 mana for a 2/4 is below rate by a bit. His abilities are:

Whenever you cast a noncreature spell, create a 1/1 blue Bird creature token with flying and vigilance. I sure hope these birds won't go through out all of space and pick up depression as they question the reason for our existence and see no point in living if we are going to die anyways.

Whenever you attack with one or more Birds, scry 2. And then when we fight the main bird, we need to go to edge of the universe to come get her, but now she is gone full goth and is actually super powerfu- Oh hey Hermes, fancy seeing you here.

I am somewhat joking here, since this is literally just "Bird commander: the card." He doesn't give much of value to the birds you want to create, but if you want to run mono Blue bird typal, he's not too shabby. I'd say run him in the 99 of a bird typal deck, but either way. Bird.

Now for the art. Credit to Darius Zablockis. Link to his Instagram. Hermes and one of his hundreds of birds that will totally not get depression. This is a very nice art though, I love the colors already making it feel kind of somber and gloomy, despite the smile on Hermes' face and the glow coming from Meteion. Very nice!

Next up, let's talk about Hraesvelgr of the First Brood!

5 mana for a 5/5 is perfectly on rate, good job. Flying, vigilance and ward 2. Flying good for evasion, vigilance so he doesn't untap when attacking and ward 2 as a minor bit of protection. His ability is that when Hraesvelgr enters and whenever you cast a noncreature spell, target creature gets +1/+0 until end of turn and can't be blocked this turn. So a small buff and a temporary evasion. You would want to blink this repeatedly to get this effect repeatedly, but it isn't a huge effect, so... eh.

This is just kind of okay. Either in the 99 of a deck or as the commander, this is just not great. You can use this as a blink target, but you have generally better targets. You can put this in the 99 of a Dragon deck, but I'd still say you have generally better options.

Now for the art. Credits to Néstor Ossandón Leal. Link to his ArtStation. Hraesvelgr and Shiva flying. Very beautiful artwork, just absolutely beautiful.

Let's move on to Blue Mage's Cane!

3 mana for an Equipment. Job select, so you get a token and this Equipment is attached to it. Equipped creature gets +0/+2, is a Wizard in addition to its other types, and has "Whenever this creature attacks, exile up to one target instant or sorcery card from defending player's graveyard. If you do, copy it. You may cast the copy by paying 3 mana rather that paying its mana cost." You equip it for 2 mana. Okay, so this is an interesting one that is a bit of graveyard hate and some spell stealing. First off, flavor FANTASTIC.

Secondly, this can also nab some very expensive instant and sorceries from your opponents for 3 mana instead of for their original mana cost, so it is good. However, that does mean that there have to be instants and sorceries worth stealing to begin with, which there usually are but can also just not be the case. If nothing else though, it is graveyard hating, which is never a bad thing in my eyes. Honestly, if you are just using it for graveyard hate, it can work in any deck, though you have better graveyard hate cards that you can use.

Now for the art. Credit to Eglė Mosakaitė. I have no link, I couldn't find them. If anyone has a link, let me know! Not much to say, it is mostly here to show the cane the Blue Mage is showing. I think the magic effects are a bit much, but it's not too too bad.

Time for the last Blue card, Observed Stasis!

4 mana Aura for an opponent's creature. Its abilities are:

Flash, so instant speed casting. Nice.

When this Aura enters, remove enchanted creature from combat. Then draw a card for each tapped creature its controller controls. So this can be pretty good to shutdown a creature away from combat and then drawing a crap ton of cards because someone is swinging out at you. For 4 mana, that can be pretty good.

Enchanted creature loses all abilities and can't attack or block. Cool, so that creature essentially ceases to exist aside from effects that counts creatures. It just completely shuts them down.

4 mana for this effect really ain't bad, it can absolutely shutdown a creature and draw you a bunch of cards. For a bit of removal, I'd recommend it, honestly. Only thing it gets shutdown by is hexproof, so you do have to look out for that, but that's par for the course for Auras placed on opponent's creatures.

Now for the art. Credit to Toni Infante. Link to their website. TONI DON'T MISS, IT IS SO PRETTY! The only criticism is that I kind of wish the moon was a harsher gray compared to Etheirys, but THE GOAT NEVER MISSES! I WISH TO HAVE 20!

Let's head to the Black cards, starting off with Fandaniel, Telophoroi Ascian!

Ah, I see that he's taking a dip into the "absorb Zodiark's powers and become him" pool.

5 mana for a 4/5 is slightly below rate, but it is fine. His abilities are:

Whenever you cast an instant or sorcery spell, surveil 1. Extra surveil with you spellslinging ain't too bad. Weird this isn't just noncreature, but alright.

At the beginning of your end step, each opponent may sacrifice a nontoken creature of their choice. Each opponent who doesn't loses 2 life for each instant and sorcery card in your graveyard. Again, weird how this isn't noncreature, especially since the other noncreature spells aren't necessarily easy to get into your graveyard. Just also add nonland to that. Anyway, bit of forced sacrifice or burn at every end step. Pretty good.

Honestly, not a bad card. I wouldn't mind running him as your commander. Go for low mana cost instants and sorceries, then force your opponents to keep placing nontoken creatures on the battlefield or otherwise lose like 16 life at every end step. Do bring some protection for Fandaniel!

Now for the art. Credit to Paulius Daščioras. Link to what I think is his Instagram? I found that he is employed at Goodname, who has done things with WotC. Anyway, yeah that is Fandaniel jumping in the "become Zodiark" swimming pool. Neato.

Next up is a... random skill from Black Mage, Transpose!

3 mana for an instant that makes you draw a card, then discard a card and lose 1 life. If this spell was cast from your hand, you create a 0/1 black Wizard creature token with "Whenever you cast a noncreature spell, this token deals 1 damage to each opponent." So a bit meh as a instant. Card draw, discard and a token if it was cast from your hand (we'll get to that) for 3 mana and 1 life is a little inefficient. However, let's talk about rebound.

Rebound makes it so that if you cast this card from hand, you exile it and at the beginning of your next upkeep, you may cast it from exile without paying the mana cost, at which point it goes into your graveyard. So this does trigger the Wizard token you made, though it doesn't get you a new one, and it does trigger Y'shtola, Night's Blessed ability, since that only cares about mana value, not mana spent. So really, for 3 mana and 2 life, you get 2 card draws, 2 discards, a Wizard and 1 trigger of noncreature spells on that Wizard (also 2 noncreature spell triggers in general). That is a pretty good deal, especially since you can get it back to hand if you run instant or sorcery recursion, at which point you can do this again.

Good for a spellslinger deck, especially one that can fish it out of your graveyard!

Now for the art. Credit to Toni Infante. Link to their website. THE GOAT DON'T MISS, THE GOAT NEVER MISSED A SHOT IN THEIR LIFE. Genuinely, I don't know what to say, Toni genuinely just makes amazing artwork. I love the color choices here too. Fantastic!

Let's move on to Reaper's Scythe!

3 mana for an Equipment. Yet again, job select, so you make a token and it is attached to it. The abilities are:

At the beginning of your end step, put a soul counter on this Equipment for each player who lost life this turn. Neat, but doesn't do much on its own. However, you can proliferate these counters.

Equipped creature gets +1/+1 for each soul counter on this Equipment and is an Assassin in addition to its other types. So this is the actual functional bit.

Also, equips for 2 mana. Not too bad.

This can really pop off with Y'shtola, Night's Blessed or similar all opponent burn effects, growing your equipment by 3, potentially 4 if you can hurt yourself, soul counters every turn. Also, important point, these soul counters are on your Equipment, so your opponents need to remove the Equipment, not the creature it is attached to. Probably the best job select equipment we've seen. Use in group slug decks as a giant buff on a stick.

Now for the art. Credit to Colin Boyer. Link to his ArtStation. Almost feels like it is screenshot of the game, which I mean entirely positively. This feels like it could genuinely come from the game, everything feels so on point. Very good art, great job!

Now let's cover our last card for the post and the last Black card in the deck, Eye of Nidhogg!

3 mana enchantment that enchants any creature. Enchanted creature is a black Dragon with base power and toughness 4/2, has flying and deathtouch and is goaded (so it has to attack and can't attack whoever cast this spell). That's already pretty good and can break stalemates. You can't choose not to attack, unless they have a way to tap the creature you enchanted. Then we get to the benefit that when Eye of Nidhogg is put into the graveyard from the battlefield, return it to its owner's hand. This mainly happens when it is either shot off the creature or when the creature it is attached to dies, so you are gonna get this back often.

Powerful politics piece, I can recommend this as a psuedo-removal spell in any deck and if you have any cards that care about things leaving your graveyard, because this counts. It isn't an "instead" on returning it to hand, it triggers when it sees it got into the graveyard from the battlefield.

Now for the art. Credit to Erion Makuo. Link to her Instagram. That sure is corrupted Estinien holding the Eye of Nidhogg. We also call this a bad idea. Anyway, the art is great, it looks really good! :D

And that's it, that's all the mono colored cards of the commander deck. Next part, and the last part of the commander decks, the multicolored cards of the FF14 deck! Thanks for reading and have a nice day o/

#mtg #final fantasy #mtg x final fantasy #card discussion #art discussion #ff14 #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #alisaie leveilleur #tataru taru #thancred waters #GOOD KING MOGGLE MOG XII #I HATE YOU GOOD KING MOGGLE MOG XII #alphinaud leveilleur #hermes ffxiv #hraesvelgr #fandaniel #estinien wyrmblood

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yeah, can I get a number 4, 12, and 27 please

YES i knew i could count on you ms. bites <3

4. Do you like cooking or baking more?

not to flex but im actually good at both 😏😏😏 wifey material right here (never even had a bf girl bffr) BUT i prefer baking. i make some very wonderful chocolate chip cookies that are requested fairly often by friends/family and my version of flirting is baking random things for guys i like (it has not worked even once) so definitely baking is option #1. I make a mean 'marry me' chicken though

12. Do you have any pets?

no 😔 i moved out on my own last year and went from having 2 dogs and 3 cats to nothing. i've been wanting to get a cat but im super allergic to them and also every time i try to look at cats up for adoption in my area i start hysterically crying within the first 30 seconds bc i can't take all of them home, so I, uh...haven't really gotten past the first step required to actually obtain a pet, but hopefully the cat-distribution system will get to me soon. i do have a family of raccoons that live on my roof, but i don't think that counts <3 love them though

27. 3 things you love about yourself (FUCK)

uhhhhhhhh.....um, uhhhhhh....see now....hmmmm.....gotta think here.....ummmmmmuhhhhhhhhhhhh

1)honestly? i am not judgemental. at least not about things most ppl are judgemental about (weird interests, mental illness, looks, kinks, different tastes/religions etc.) I judge ppl on like...if there a bad person or not. like i will sit there and hound on a person for something they did that was fucked up, but if someone comes in and is like 'yeah, lol, and they're ugly too' im like ☝️☝️ pause. bc i'm not here to do all that. hopefully that makes sense. basically a furry is safe with me but not a very normal person who makes fun of ppl for being 'cringe'. nothing is cringe around ME.

2)also, i'm super sensitive, but this is not a side of me that literally anyone knows bc im so closed off. like, i'm known for being too cold, and ppl always describe me as not having any feelings, but really i was just bullied by my family when i was super little bc i would cry so much so then i just stopped doing it around other ppl. but i have such distinct memories from my childhood of me just staring out my bedroom window during a thunderstorm and hysterically crying bc i was thinking about all the stray animals that must be so scared out there (lowkey a lump started forming in my throat when i typed this out LMAOO). I also used to cry any time i saw a tree get cut down. I have not grown out of this behavior. actually since i moved out, i cry at least once a day - about literally anything. one day i cried for three hours straight bc i couldn't find parking. i cry whenever i see a stand at the farmers market with no customers at it. i cry when i see an old man crossing the road. i literally cannot stop crying ever. oddly enough, i love this about myself.

3)i have no desire to put other ppl down! i have always been surrounded by ppl who seem obsessed with putting me down and making fun of me (family and friends alike) so i know how horrible it feels and i never try to make other ppl feel like that. even when im super jealous of someone, i actually see that as a personal issue on my part, and it actually makes me more supportive of that person (ie, seeing a girl that's prettier than me, getting jealous for a second before i come to my senses, then genuinely complimenting her). if i don't like someone, i just dont interact with them, so i don't go out of my way to throw some nasty comment their way. there is something so sinister to me about consciously trying to bring other ppl down so i don't do that (i guess this ties in with #1 so im cheating hehehehehe)

4)bonus!!!! (bc i cheated) i love my hair. it's long and grows really fast and is naturally pin straight so its very easy to work with. also there are strands that look gold in the sun <3 so i love my hair too :))) yay💜

#ok got way too into it there at the end #sorry about that #but this was fun!!!#sleepover vibes :)))#captainpriceslilwife #ask game #not writing

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Meet (and Beat) the Parents

Another Weight Off My Shoulders

(Tie) He's My Little Guy and Sundaes on Saturday

Do I respond to comments?: Yes!.... Eventually! Anymore I try to only respond to comments on either finished works or on chapters that aren't the most recent of an on-going WIP *until* the next chapter is just about done. That way it feels like I can reward myself for almost getting a fic updated by interacting with the nice people who commented on my last bit o' the fic! (It's a nonsensical explanation, but it's legit.)

What has the most angst-ridden ending?: Fire Seed and Fire Feed, and it's not close at fucking all. I'm working on sequels to this fic as we speak, but I'm holding off until it reaches 100 hits at least. This one might be my personal favorite one-shot fic I've written (so far) and it's mostly because I like writing body horror mixed with angst and loss. It's a lot of fun, and something I hope to get more skilled at going forward.

What has the happiest ending?: Oooo, a lil tougher. Honestly, probably some weird three way tie between What a (Blood)Rush, Another Weight Off My Shoulders, and "I Hate You." "Whatever.". I love writing fluff fics (should really do that more often), and especially with the latter two I lovelovelove writing cute lil romance fluff. Even if it's toxic yuri in the third one's case.

Have I received hate?: Pfft, no. Look at me. Look at how lovable I am. I'm never gonna get hate. (Yes this is me trying to jinx myself, I'd love to get hate mail, it seems so fun!)

Do I write smut? And if so, what kind?: Well... none yet. But hopefully... soonish. And as for what kind it will be... toxic yuri. I love toxic yuri so fucking much.

Do I write crossovers?: Are we counting putting Fig into Neverafter? Cuz if not, hell no. I barely am competent at writing one fandom, you want me to take two? Mash them together? Create weird little cat/dog hybrid when I can barely be left alone with regular cat? No. Awful. Terrible. (Maybe one day.)

Have I ever had a fic stolen?: Has someone ever reached into my trashcan and plucked something out and claimed it as their own? I should fucking hope not. Who knows what's in that trashcan!

Have I ever had a fic translated?: Is it not enough that I bedevil the English reading community with my poor prose and worse words, dare we spread such suffering to others? No.

Have I ever co-written a fic?: I mean... techincally kinda sorta... not really. I've written shit based on folks' work who've then written shit based on my work. S'close but, y'know, close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.

A WIP I'll never finish: Oh you only want one?? Oh gee golly willikers, which one to choose. I suppose Because I Loathe You, due to me deciding to scrap the planned sequel for it, and now the partially written second and third chapter to that fic need re-outlining for just making it a stand-alone thing. And as a stand-alone piece... it honestly sucks. I will most likely delete this fic at some point. For a cute answer, why will I never update Because I Loathe You? Because I loathe it.

Writing strengths: I can bench press like, five pencils. Or, y'know, I guess like, writing casual-sounding dialogue. I have been told I do good work at writing set ups and pay offs. Every now and again I write a decent emotional scene. At one point I wrote a pretty good horror scene and it worked well enough.

Writing weaknesses: Alright, I lied. I cannot bench press five pencils. Also I'm terrible at descriptions because uuuuggghhhh they're so boring. Fuck set dressing, I just wanna get to the dialogue! I'm also abysmal at pacing, I have a habit of relying on characters who are scatterbrained because I too cannot focus to save my life, and I have such a limited vocabulary and such lackluster writing tricks that none of my works stand out all too well. Oh well, s'why we practice and write more, yeah?

Do I like foreign language dialogue?: Yeah. Never written it, but it's nice to read.

First fandom I wrote for: Redwall babey! Redwall fics on Fanfiction.net. Love me some generic ass fantasy nonsese with lil critters. And like, so much weird fantasy racism that comes with the territory of weird anglophile author Brian Jacques.

Favorite Fic I've Ever Written: ... Yeah nah, I guess it's either Fire Seed and Fire Feed, or it's What a (Blood)Rush. I've got some more ideas cooking up that if/when I get to them, they might overtake. Hell, if I ever finish A Dad's Purpose that one might be a strong contender. I like writing Jawbone suffering who said that?

Tagging my usual mutual goobers: @magical-girl-coral @samderella @snakeoil2 @erin-brrrrr aaannnnnd anyone else who wants

#tag game #ask game #game type thing yes #dimension 20 #fanfic

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nomatterwhatnomatterwhere · 11 months ago

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What a ( Not so) Strange World XII

A.N: Hmmm…hello? Hi, I know, I know, It's been a long time.

Sorry.

It's becoming a constant.

Could the fact that the chapter is longer than usual be a good way of asking for forgiveness?

It's been a challenging time, both physically and mentally, and I felt I needed to step away a little to sort out some things in my life.

Hope you're all doing alright.

I have to thank the @the-ace-readerfor helping me sorting a couple of things.

Thank you, you're a sweetheart and you need to know

Of Power and Control ( Kyrie Eleison)

PartXI Yuu's Interlude PartXIII

Trigger Warning: Childhood trauma, symptoms of panic attack

“Rrrgh! I hate that little ginger megalomaniac ! Does he thinks HE’s the Queen of Heart?”

“Banished by the housewarden from my own dorm … My dream of becoming an honor student is slipping further and further away …”

“Stupid collar! It’s so tight! Grrr…”

Honestly, you were trying to ignore the Problem Child's complaints: they had absolutely every right to complain about what happened, that wasn't what bothered you. What bothered you was how their complaints seemed to place all the blame solely on Riddle as if they had done nothing to deserve that reaction.

Sure, Riddle had overreacted too, and he certainly had a temper problem, but you couldn't put all the blame on him for the presence of the anti-magic collars on four-fifths of the group.

Four-fifths because, after Trey and Cater had 'escorted' you out, your second instinct had been to try to release the collar that had popped up on Yu's neck

(Your first instinct had been to give the group a good scolding, and maybe beat up Ace, who was currently at the bottom of your global approval rating, but you'd desisted: no one seemed in the mood for another discussion, you first and foremost).

You had tried to figure out what kind of magic Riddle's was: it was his Unique Magic, and that was a given, but your years of studying with Maleficent had taught you that despite everything, magic can show itself in different ways, sometimes simpler than others, but there is always a key to undoing a spell or curse. A way that sometimes not even the one casting the magic is aware of.

Riddle's magic allowed him to block the magic of others, and was cast when something did not meet his standards.

For the Problem Child, you didn't think there was much you could do, but for Yuu you were more than sure there was a loophole: Yuu didn't have magic, so their collar didn't actually restrict (or absorb) any magic.

Now you had to figure out how these collars restricted magic.

They were made up of Riddle's magic, but unless he had the magical reserves of a fae, even his magic had a limit.

You imagined that the magic fed into the collar shouldn't be much, just enough to stop the magic of a first year probably, so if there was more magic input than the collar could handle, then the collar would have to break.

Right?

You were about to ask Yuu if they'd be willing to let you try, but the shouts of the three Problem Children - Deuce was right in this round - distracted you just in time to see Che'nya's head poking fun at the three imbeciles

"Let's just say I'm not from the other side of the looking glass".

"Yet another weirdo" you giggled as you heard Yuu utter those words.

Che'nya wasn't normal, but it wasn't as if he was strange compared to the others: he was within the norm.

In fact, you found yourself nodding at the cat-boy's response.

After the revelations-which to you were only confirmations-that Che'nya made to the group and the huge barrel dump thrown at Trey, the boy decided to turn invisible again and do who knows what.

You doubted he would bother Riddle, given how much you had implied.

Although it wasn't for the best of reasons, you were glad you'd finally managed to set foot in the Library: you had research to do, lots of research to do.

So, while you were waiting for Trey for the little ambush you'd organised - Yuu had organised - you'd been sightseeing among the shelves, grabbing as many books pertaining to your research as you could, abandoning them on the table you'd claimed as your own, and then going in search of a paper and pencil with which to take notes

Unlike Deuce, Ace and Grim, who had been staring at the entrance to the Library since you arrived - ignoring everything that wasn't Trey-shaped - Yuu had noticed your wandering among the shelves and had noticed even more the books you had placed on the table you had colonised : 'The Great Seven- The reality of a myth', 'What is magic - A guide', 'Faerie, Mermen, Beastmen- All you need to know', 'Enchantment's Basic, Vol I- How to cast a spell', 'Enchantment's Basic, Vol III - How to break a curse', 'Dimensional magic- What is a magical portal', 'Spells, Curse, Jinx: A survival guide'', Herbal remedies'.

Yuu didn't know what book you were reading when you'd finished your tour and decided to sit down at the table and hide behind your wall of books, but you seemed focused and they didn't feel like getting one of the dirty looks you'd thrown at all of them once you'd left Heartslabyul

(Evil looks that Yuu had seen you throw mainly at Ace and Grim, especially Ace. It wasn't good to be on the receiving end: Yuu had never felt so guilty).

From what Yuu could tell, so very little really, you seemed confused by what you were reading, alternating your gaze from the pages to your notes to your surroundings

Once Trey entered Ace and Deuce cornered him.

From the outside you could look like bullies, you were pretty sure.

"Come clean with us. What's your take on Riddle? Is it true you've been pandering to him since the two of you were kids?"

Of course, in terms of tact, Ace was quite a good example.

There is a way and a way to ask a question, and he always uses the worst way.

Trey's expression when Deuce told him that it was Che'nya who had given you that information was not an expression you had seen on the boy.

In your eyes it seemed to clash with everything you knew about Trey: but then again you had never seen him angry, or frustrated, at most annoyed.

The moments of silence, and even his remarks as Trey explained the 'Riddle' situation had almost made you reconsider Ace's empathic abilities.

Almost.

"It's YOUR fault Riddle's like this".

"You guys are supposed to be childhood friends?! Then act like it"

As much as you agreed with Ace's speech in some respects, the redhead had no right to speak to Trey like that.

It wasn't just that Trey was his senpai and as such deserved respect, but Ace didn't know Trey, or at least, knew a superficial version of Trey.

You didn't know the Trey who was a student at Heartslabyul and was its deputy Housewarden: you knew the kind Trey who offered you more berry muffins than he could, the Trey who had become friends with Che'nya despite the boy's strange manner.

Ace didn't know the Trey who had offered his friendship to Riddle - who had offered you his friendship - and the mere fact that he spoke to him as if he was the reason why no one in Heartslabyul could form a relationship with Riddle was getting on your nerves.

It was true, Trey was at fault, and that could not be denied: he might have caused Riddle to change his ways a little, his following the rules so blindly and becoming so obsessed with them.

But Ace was still touching on a delicate subject: how can you make someone who has been forced all his life to follow a principle, right or wrong, understand that that principle does not have to be applied in everything and to every person? How can you do that when that principle is that person's world, is that person's foundation? Especially when that person bears a responsibility like Riddle does?

Certainly not by yelling at him like Ace would.

But Ace has no conception of how someone other than him might feel in a given situation: Ace is not an empathetic guy, and he has no tact, just like Riddle, he can't see anything that doesn't fit his view of things

“Ace I don’t think you should-”

“YOU THERE! BE QUIET! YOU ARE IN A LIBRARY!”

You couldn't help but chuckle when Grim had so candidly pointed out to the Headmaster that he was shouting more than all of you

( The weasel had looked at the extra can of tuna you had given him at dinner suspiciously before devouring it.

He had no idea why I had given it to him, but hey, more tuna for him).

After explaining the situation to him, Crowley gave the group some possible solutions: obviously Ace would be against the move, and on his motives you more than agreed.

Ace could have all the faults in the world, but he faced his problems head-on

(If he had learned to do this without involving other innocent people it would have been better, but nobody's perfect).

The idea of challenging Riddle was much more his style, actually, and Deuce's style too, it seemed.

The only problem was that neither of them had any decent magical abilities, or at least, you hadn't seen them.

But still it would have been a matter of challenging someone magically more experienced than them, after all, Riddle was still your senpai.

“I may not be the world’s greatest mage, but … I’ll figure something out!”

“That’s the spirit!”

“My heads on the line here, so don’t mess this up!”

“You guys…”

"…are idiots" you didn't know what Trey was going to say, but you knew full well that the three of them were raging about something they didn't stand a chance against, and you didn't have the slightest desire to get involved

"Bloody idiots, if anyone wants my opinion. Good luck," you said, levitating all the books you'd picked up behind you and grabbing Yuu's hand, heading for the Library counter. "Try not to die while you come up with some plan to beat Riddle because we," you pointed at yourself and Yuu, "are going to be busy doing something a little smarter and I wouldn't want to have to come and retrieve what's left of you with a spoon."

( Your already sour mood had not improved when the assistant librarian had informed you that there was only a certain number of books you could borrow and that you exceeded it.

You had only recovered when Yuu offered to take the remaining books for you: there was nothing to forbid it).

You'd come out of the Library so fast that poor Yuu was having a hard time following your short but decidedly fast pace, also because it took you a while to realise that you were still dragging them along with you.

You had turned around so fast that Yuu almost jumped up, only to be startled slightly when you began to scan his wrist.

"I'm sorry I dragged you here. I don't think it'll leave a bruise" you pointed at their wrist " I didn't realise I'd tightened my grip so much. Sorry."

"It's not- It's not a problem, really…"

"Of course it is! You shouldn't let anyone drag you around, what if you get in trouble later?!"

"Um, that is…"

"Protection" you sighed to yourself "You need protection spells."

One part of Yuu wanted to be offended in that you thought them incapable of protecting themselves, but another, a bit more honest, knew that they were in a world with magic, magic that they didn't possess, so even though theoretically they might have some chance of protecting themselves, practically those chances were very low.

"So, um, where are we going?"

At their question you paused for a moment, blinking before answering

"To the teachers' room. I wanted to ask if there was a spare classroom where I could do some experiments on … " you made a sign around your neck "If that's OK with you. I should have asked first I guess. You can say no if you want, you don't have to feel obligated in any way-"

"Do you have a way to take it off?"

You seemed uncertain

"I don't know. I have some ideas. I don't know if it will work. But whatever comes out should be better than whatever those idiots are up to."

"Are you … worried about the duel?"

"No. Why should I be?" Yuu didn't expect such bluntness " They're first years, Riddle is in his second year and he's already a great wizard, plus I don't think those two know how to cast any spells. Do they?" And Yuu couldn't help but remember the cauldron conjured by Deuce " It's impossible for them to win that duel. And I doubt Riddle will remove the collars until you apologise for your behaviour."

You hadn't said it outright, but Yuu was learning to read between the lines of your speeches, so they hadn't missed the fact that you were looking for an alternative solution to removing the collars that didn't involve Riddle

You could deny it all you could, but you were probably getting attached to the two Heartlabyul students.

And you probably knew it too, you just refused to admit it.

(And even more likely you wanted them out of Ramshackle as soon as possible: heaven forbid word spread that the dormitory was taking in Heartslabuyl evacuees, given the way things were going you, Yuu and Grim would have been invaded)

Despite your and Yuu's combined efforts, and the instructions in books you were consulting, you had not managed to remove the collar.

You understood how it worked, and indeed the collar absorbed magic.

The problem was that it was putting it back in very quickly, so it wasn't storing it all at once, just a little at a time, thus making your initial plan a failure.

You didn't have such high magic reserves that the collar couldn't put it back into circulation.

Besides, there was the risk of there being consequences for Yuu, after all it was your magic that flowed into the collar, and you didn't know what might happen if you put too much magic in all at once.

( You would have fainted. It often happened that during lessons with Maleficent you wanted to succeed in a spell so badly that you forgot that your magic reserves were still developing and that, above all, they were not the reserves of a fae.

You had once been unconscious for three whole days, all because you wanted to succeed in turning a mouse into a horse; you had read the story of Cinderella and Madame Tremaine had confirmed the existence of such a spell.

The problem was that that spell was way over your head, and you hadn't yet learned to control your magic, so you ended up fainting.

You were forbidden to practise magic for the next month, and you couldn't even think about trying that spell again until you understood its theory.

In order to recover more quickly Frau Grimilde had prepared an invigorating potion for you, making it taste much worse than it actually had to be

"Let it serve as a warning for the future" was what she had said to you while you tried not to vomit)

One thing that had caught your attention, though, was how different Riddle's magic felt from yours.

Not in terms of power, just on the level of perception, of 'paste'.

You perceived your magic as a kind of light mist: as if you could pass your hand through it, with some difficulty, but tangible nonetheless.

Riddle's magic felt heavy, still felt like fog, but much denser and thicker, more closed than yours

Great, more things to research . . .

Back in Ramshackle you were greeted by an Ace lying badly on the sofa, one hand brushing the floor, a Grim asleep on the back of the same sofa snoring and a Deuce trying not to fall asleep sitting on the floor leaning on the sofa legs.

You would have considered the picture even domestic, had the situation been different

"So?" you asked aloud, heedless that I might wake them up "Have you devised anything to beat Riddle?"

The answer - an unintelligible muttering from all three of them - made you realise that no, they had not come up with a functional solution

After answering you, as if he had suddenly realised the situation - or perhaps he had simply woken up - Ace turned to you in a tone you found decidedly snooty

"And you, 'your magnificence' have succeeded in that clever thing of yours that you have to abandon your friends in this situation?"

"First," you pointed at you and him with your finger," we are not friends, we have friends in common. Second, you got yourselves into this situation, because you haven't yet learned to process a thought before expressing it and to analyse a situation. Third, whatever I do does not affect you, unless I communicate it to you directly,'"

"Ahhh, so you failed. You don't have to hide behind big words to admit it. You failed. You could have -"

Ace's attitude had bothered you from the start. Really, you had never met anyone who annoyed you as much as Ace did.

The redhead seemed incapable of reading his surroundings, of weighing his words, sometimes you even wondered if he filtered his thoughts before uttering them.

He acted as if he was always the poor victim on duty, regardless of the actions that made him the said victim

His lack of empathy in a situation that did not directly concern him and his brazenness in talking about things he knew nothing about as if he did, was annoying you.

You hadn't even let him finish that you slapped him, your red handprint clearly visible on his shocked face.

"I am not Trey" you said, breaking the tense silence that had set in as a result of your action " I don't have to act mature because that is what is expected of a senpai. Know that."

You walked away towards the kitchen, only to prepare something to eat for your tenants, because you were sure none of you had eaten, but you did not stay to dine with them.

You grabbed a packet of biscuits and ventured into the forest near the dormitory.

You were not hungry. But you had to eat something. Otherwise you would not have slept.

(Madame Tremaine had said that when you were hungry you were intractable, and you certainly got that trait from Queenie. The latter did not seem at all offended

'We get upset about the simplest things because they are easier to explain than the things that really upset us. Unless it is a lack of respect. In that case you have full authority to cut someone's head off."

She had explained when you asked her if the story of the stolen tarts was true)

As you munched on your biscuits you realised that Neige had sent you a message in the afternoon and, also feeling a little guilty for not having answered him sooner, you replied

From : Neige

Hello Fairy-san!!!

Did you arrive safely at the NRC? Did everything go well? How are you getting along?

I'm not bothering you, am I??

To: Neige

Hi. Sorry for the late reply.

No, you're not bothering me at all.

I guess you could say I've had a tough couple of days.

Everything went well.

I met some old friends, although I also met some weird people!

I feel like I'm the odd one!

From: Neige

Tough days? Are you OK now?

Weird people? Haha I guess you could say that

But they're not bad… At least, the ones I know aren't.

Still, it doesn't hurt to be cautious

To: Neige

Oh, so you have friends here? I didn't expect that

From: Neige

I can see why

You had thought the conversation was over and were about to put the phone away if you hadn't seen the call icon right from the guy

"Hi. . . you're not angry . . . are you?"

What?

"Why would I be angry?"

" I called you …. without asking ?"

Oh goodness. From the tone Neige had used it sounded like he might start crying if you said the wrong thing to him.

"Uhm…I'd prefer if you could ask me next time, but it's not like I'm mad at you. It's just-"

"Are you busy?!"

"I'm eating biscuits -"

"Fairy-san !!! That's bad for your health! You should eat a proper meal!"

It made you laugh, you were being scolded by someone who seemed to be sulking.

"It's not like I do this everyday…"

The conversation with Neige continued until he realised it was getting late and wished you a good night.

Talking to him had pleased you, and Neige had tried hard to lift your spirits. He had also asked if you had any plans for the Spelldrive tournament - which he had kindly explained would soon be held at the NRC - so you could meet up, if you had nothing else to do of course.

( Maybe he would have introduced you to his closest friend at the NRC! Of course, Vil didn't have an easy time of it, but Neige was sure he would have liked you. He liked you, and despite what the gossip sites said, he and Vil had tastes in common. That would have been nice ! )

You had answered him honestly: you didn't know if you would have any plans, but if he was there then you would have made sure to meet him.

The morning had arrived earlier than you would have liked, and in a more tense atmosphere than it should have been, partly because of you.

Ace had not spoken to you the whole way, while Yuu and Deuce seemed to be walking on eggshells.

Arriving at Heartslabyul, the atmosphere was no less tense: the students didn't think there was really anyone so out of their minds that they actually wanted to try and challenge Riddle

"You're saying Ace and Deuce are challenging Riddle for the Housewarden's seat?! Please tell me you're kidding"

"I tried to stop them"

"Of all the stupid ideas …. I just hope this doesn't make everything worse"

"You and me both"

"It will" you didn't mind taking on the role of 'kill-joy' " One of them doesn't have the slightest ability to keep quiet when he should, the other perceives an injustice and is ready to punch back. I don't think there's any way this can end well"

"Have you tried to reason with them?" asked Cater, to which you replied with a raised eyebrow

"I understand that they currently sought political asylum in Ramshackle, but what gave you the illusion that I, me, could reason with one of them? You should have asked Yuu."

“You beat them,” Cater said resignedly, causing Trey to look somewhere between curious and worried

You had grown since the last time he saw you, but you never struck him as someone who would resort to violence.

Also, why did Cater seem so certain that you beat up his juniors?

“I slapped Ace. He talked too much."

Trey was increasingly confused as he watched Cater nod

The outcome of Ace and Deuce's duel against Riddle didn't go too differently from what you expected: those two were slow to cast spells, Riddle was definitely on another level compared to them

Despite everything, however, the direction of Riddle's speech was starting to make you uncomfortable: you agreed on following the rules, because if they were invented there must be a motivation that made them necessary for society. Without rules there would be total anarchy, and anarchy has never brought anything but destruction.

But Riddle had taken everything to the extreme, and had, albeit unconsciously, touched a very sensitive button, making you visibly tense up

"What sort of pitful education have you received, that you cannot follow such simple rules? Clearly you were born to parents with no great magical capability. And as a result. . . you lack even the basic education -"

You didn't know who your parents were.

You had lived most of your childhood in an orphanage, under rules you had to obey.

Even if you thought they were unfair.

Even if they didn't apply to anyone but you.

Even if they made you feel like you were worth less than everyone else.

Those rules made you feel like whatever you did was wrong.

Even when it wasn't.

Those rules made you walk on eggshells. Always.

Having to apply what you were told was a way of not feeling at fault.

Doing it right meant not receiving disapproving glances, not feeling the tense air around you.

It meant being able to breathe again without feeling a weight on your stomach.

It had taken you years to realise that those rules, the ones that had raised you, were not right.

And they did not define you.

Even now you were struggling to accept that you had abilities, good abilities, because for so long you had been told otherwise.

And when someone is told the same thing for so long, it must mean something.

You couldn't accept a compliment, because you had always been told that if someone gave you a compliment they didn't really mean it, it was only to get something in return.

Even now, despite how much every one of your guardians had told you that you were a quick learner, that you were capable, that you could do it, you felt like they were lying to you, even when they didn't mean it.

And you knew they meant it, because they wouldn't gain anything from telling you that you were good.

They did it because they knew you felt calmer, more confident, when you saw the looks of satisfaction they were sending you.

But even they knew that this was not healthy for you.

You had to feel satisfied for yourself.

The fact that those who loved you were happy for you had to be extra.

Instead, when you didn't succeed at something, after many attempts, you would demoralise yourself, clam up and go back to being that eight-year-old girl alone in a forest, abandoned.

Because that was the upbringing you had been given and which you were trying to leave behind.

“ YOU SHUT YOUR SPOILED LITTLE MOUTH!”

Everyone around you had a big reaction to the fact that Ace had beaten Riddle, but you weren't too impressed: Ace was instinctive, where he wouldn't get there with magic, he would get there another way

Ace's speech was, unsurprisingly, stream-of-consciousness, but by your standards - which in Ace's comparisons were borderline earthly - it made a certain amount of logical sense.

You could have given it to him.

But as usual with Ace, he had to say that too much bullshit that made everything good he said go to hell

“Your attitude tells me all I need to know- that you're nothing but a spoiled brat!”

That had been Riddle's breakdown and not even the words of Trey or Crowley seemed to be able to calm him down or bring him out of the state of anger he had entered.

When one of the students threw that egg at him you felt the tension rise even more, and you didn't think it was possible.

The way Riddle had ordered the culprit to come forward made you wince – you didn't like being yelled at, even if Riddle wasn't yelling at you directly.

“All of you care about is doing what YOU want to do! If the guilty party won't come forward, then I'll pass judgment on all of you!”

If you were in any other state of mind, you probably would have told Ace to shut his damn mouth, because he wasn't helping at all, in fact!

Trying to reason with someone who is not in a state of thinking clearly is not helpful at all.

But at that moment, the only thing you could think about was that everything around you was a danger: the garden had changed its appearance, it was obeying RIddle's commands and the magic you sensed from the boy was different from what you had perceived as you studied the collar

It was much thicker, much heavier, somehow lumpy, sticky, sort of slime-like.

It wasn't a good sign...

You were so focused on figuring out what was happening to Riddle's magic that you didn't notice that the boy had sent the roses from the garden at you.

It was Yuu who had pulled you away, hiding you both behind one of the roseless bushes.

“What were you saying 'bout protection magic?”

You didn't understand if it was a joke to make you relax or it was really a request, but you understood that Yuu wasn't calm either: his hand, still clutched to your arm, was shaking. His breathing was fast, very fast, his gaze seemed fixed on Riddle's figure.

You didn't know what to do...

You felt like crying.

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lycankeyy · 6 months ago

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if you'll have me

Grins so big and wide like that one cat gif. BF number three everyone give it up for BF number three /silly. I'm actually not super confident in how I wrote YS here but whatever it's passable I think. Brayden tiem,,,

BFs in this one-shot: brayden (wildfire!bf, mine), ys (yourself/hs!bf, @ochrearia), boyf (fc!bf, mine) briefly

Note: Yourself isn't referred to by name for most of this and Boyf isn't for all of it. Lol. Also mild tw for like. Loosely implied suicidal ideation. Idk it's there BDKWHDJ

To say the past few days or so had been weird would be an understatement. It wasn't every day you had someone walk in through your mirror, let alone have that happen twice, though to be fair, Brayden had seen weirder.

He was a fairly solitary person, outside of his day job. Gina had pretty much been his only friend outside of Nene, who he only got to talk to on rare occasions anyway. He'd only met back up with Pico and Darnell recently, and while they'd been kind to him, they weren't exactly on speaking terms, in his eyes.

Brayden had also, as previously mentioned, dealt with all sorts of weird shit. Shapeshifting aliens, zombies, shapeshifting supervillains unrelated to the shapeshifting aliens, weird shit from other timelines. So the first time he saw some lanky, kind of off-putting dude on the other side of the mirror, and that guy that proceeded to attempt to speak to him, he didn't hesitate.

To be fair, this was the first time in a while his "shoot first, ask questions later" mentality ended up doing more harm than good.

He wasn't even necessarily talking about the guy who came in later. There's a lot in the way someone reacts to pain being inflicted upon them that tells you about their intentions. And from this other him's reaction, his intrusion wasn't at all malicious.

Brayden felt a lot in those weird few seconds that the other him hobbled off back wherever he came from before he could even process the thought to rectify what he'd just done. Not that a guy would want to have their wound dressed by the guy that just shot them, but it was the thought that counted. Or something.

There wasn't a lot to do after the fact other than feel guilty. Good going, idiot, you shot a complete fucking innocent. There goes your good record. You sure as shit aren't seeing the pearly gates now, fuckwad. And so on and so forth. He didn't even have work the next day due to the Dearests going on a brief vacation, so he had a whole thirty-six hours to mope into his pack of cigarettes.

And then this second fucking guy showed up.

It was yet another him (he called this one Phoney), little shorter than the other guy but a lot taller than him, and with a scar a lot like his own, but on the opposite side of his face. This guy made it immediately clear that the other guy was close to him, and, well, he didn't intend to let the whole shooting him in the leg thing go unanswered.

Aiming to be useful in these increasingly odd circumstances, Brayden very graciously offered Phoney his gun to shoot him in retaliation with. For whatever reason, the guy didn't accept it. Even looked a little disturbed that he offered. The nerve of some people.

That apparent social blunder sort of shut Phoney down all together. He'd clearly come over looking for a fight, but by that point, he almost looked like he pitied him.

Pitied was a pretty horrible thing to be. It was like the gross, moldy leftovers of love. He never understood the appeal.

Anyway, eventually that guy left, having gotten over whatever he came there for. Or something. Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure what the guy was hoping to gain if he didn't want to shoot him in the fucking leg like Brayden had the other guy. Whatever. At least he wouldn't have to explain to his boss why he had a hole in his thigh. Just why his smoker's cough got a little worse over the weekend.

That was until about two days later, when he was trying to pass out after his usual shift of "protecting" Gina, and he was visited yet again by one of these... mirrorwalking... clone... guys.

Surprisingly, it was the taller one. Visibly not at peak performance, because duh, and Brayden was thinking that he probably shouldn't be standing. So he said so. "You shouldn't be walking on that yet."

Not-Brayden shrugged, and while the pain wasn't one that could be easily hidden, Brayden could tell he was doing his absolute damndest to try. "Brothers say so, too. Doesn't hurt that bad, though."

Brayden blinked. "You've got some nuts, coming back after that," he said, and while other people might see that as a threat, it was actually a completely genuine compliment from him. Not that he wouldn't do the same thing in that situation, he just knew that wasn't exactly normal.

"I could tell you didn't mean it," he said, still remarkably casual. For as much of an act as he was willing to put up, he finally gave in to the urge to sit down on the bed, something it seemed he was completely unwilling to do until either Brayden gave him permission to do so or his leg finally gave out under him - he hadn't noticed the first option fast enough for the second not to come to pass. "Thought I'd drop by so you could get it off your chest. I wouldn't have kept you hanging for so long if I could have helped it."

Again, that was a weird ass statement. If it was from, like, Mr. Dearest or something, he'd see it as some sort of weird ego trip, basically telling someone you knew they wanted to apologize for something.

But maybe it was something about this guy's clearly slightly supernatural appearance, or the fact that he looked so similar to him, but he just kind of knew what he meant. And that was that, somehow, he'd been able to tell. Tell that he'd been sitting here in his pathetic little guilt puddle for days.

And obviously, that was a little mortifying. That isn't the kind of thought spiral you want other people knowing about. Kinda harshed the cool, rugged hitman vibe that he had going on.

Looking at him, though, it was impossible to deny that, yeah, that was exactly what had been going on, and he did feel awful, and he was sorry. He was really sorry.

"I just thought you were a shapeshifter or something. Better safe than sorry," he explained - but, damn it, wasn't that just an excuse? His trainer had always told him he made too many excuses. "... but I guess I'm pretty sorry now. So. Sorry."

Not-Brayden gave him a lopsided grin, clearly nonplussed about all this. "It's fine. It was bound to happen one of these times anyway, the amount of people I've scared the shit out of."

"You do this sort of thing a lot?" Brayden asked, tilting his head like a dog. Yeah, that was kind of a miracle. Before the other him could even respond, he continued absentmindedly, "is that where that other guy that looked like me came from? You just some squad of other me's?"

"Pretty much," he replied, almost looking grateful he caught on so quickly. Brayden briefly wondered how cushy the others' lives must be to not get it in two total seconds, before he realized that he was probably the weird one. "I can pick up on when other versions of me need support, so I do what I can."

At that, maybe to incidentally prove his point of being a weirdo, Brayden practically coughed out a laugh. "Good luck helpin' me, man. You're looking at Philly's lost cause numero uno." And he was proud of that, too. You know how many people were at rock bottom in this city? Because it was depressing.

If you asked him, he wouldn't be sure why he said that. It wasn't exactly a dick measuring contest, and if anything, he'd just be repelling one of the few things he'd wanted this whole time. But he said it, and amazingly, the other him didn't seem too fazed.

Maybe if he was the taddest bit smarter, he'd be able to tell that it was because that sort of thinking, as well as his unshaking belief in it, was the exact reason he'd been drawn to him in the first place.

"Either way," he continued casually, "it's more about you than me. As long as you want me around, I'm here. If you don't..." He gestured vaguely back to the bathroom, concerning the mirror. "Up to you."

Brayden felt like his brain stopped working.

What... what was he supposed to say in response to that? He wasn't sure he'd ever made a friend willingly in his entire fucking life. People just adopted him off the street like a stray cat. Was he even allowed to want this?? Like, externally?? Was he allowed to say, yeah, dude, I am so unbelievably fucking lonely, please for the love of god, I don't know what I did to deserve this but I have decided in the last five seconds that I would die for you?

"Will your friend be okay with that?" He blurted out, before realizing that bordered on incoherent without further context. "The other... me's, like, you all talk, right? One was here the other day and he was pissed, they all must hate me, right?"

The other him screwed up his face a little, looking behind him. He'd definitely considered it, and he definitely cared, but he looked like he was trying to convince himself to stop doing so. "They'll get over it. They're mad for my sake, and I don't want them to be mad." After a moment, he shrugged again. "Most of them hated me at first, anyway. Something to bond over, I guess."

Something clicked in Brayden's brain. Given how this guy talked about the other them’s... when he mentioned brothers earlier, he wasn't talking about the biological kind. Those other them’s were this guy's family. And he wasn't just being invited to some weird interdimensional BF mafia, he was being invited to a fucking family unit. Out of nowhere.

That wasn't... right. He hadn't done anything to deserve that. His parents were about the best he deserved in the first place, and they'd practically abandoned him when he was fifteen. He barely had a job. He didn't have a house. He had two friends, total. His life was essentially meaningless and over already at age nineteen. What the fuck was this? An anime plot??

Why couldn't he just outright say no???

"Are you..." He trailed off, the words starting to come out before they were even fully formed in his mind. "Are you sure you want me? I shot you damn near point-blank with an assault pistol, man. You're lucky you even still have two legs. There has to be someone better."

He only got the same frustrating, and somehow much more terrifying answer. "It isn't about me."

Brayden had learned a lot in his short life. One of those things was when to switch tactics. Clearly, avoiding it wasn't working. Time to break out ol' reliable. "... yeah, alright." He sighed, then tried for a smug grin. "Can't wait to see how shit this goes."

"That's the spirit," Not-Brayden said, almost completely deadpan if it weren't for the slight, almost undetectable comedic lilt to his tone.

There were a few moments of silence. Brayden wasn't exactly sure what to do now. What were you supposed to do after you made friends with someone? Hug them? Show them your rare Littlest Pet Shop collection? Introduce them to your parents??

The awkward air was cut by the other him saying something abruptly. "You can call me Yourself, by the way."

Brayden looked at him for a moment, processing that sentence, before asking, with complete sincerity, "are you sure you're not an evil shapeshifter guy?"

A pause.

"... eh...?"

#💛#rgbfverse #wildfire!bf #eternal i dont really proofread the rgbfverse fics warning LMAO

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girltigerclaw · 2 years ago

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breaking into ur house rn

top ten characters and bottom ten. reasons are optional

I just finished this chart thing i think i actually stole from your blog a few months ago <3 Slightly edited to my own prefs.

If anyone wants the template check the reblogs, and feel free to add you own. I'd love to see. I'm just rambling under here:

Leafpool: She is more special and sacred than the virgin mary. She has everything. Daughter of the first protagonist, ex boyfriend for me to hate, TONS of wlw situationships<3, a lifetime of tragedy, and some of the most gorgeous canon art to exist.

Crookedstar: Crookedstar is a trans woman to me. Her life is genuinely just so tragic and fucked, I love it. The erins asked: “How much truama, death and misfortune can you fit into a single cat?” and then they wrote Crookedstar’s promise.

Tawnypelt: GIRLS WHO HATE THEIR FATHERS. The erins dont love her like I do.

Tallstar: I love old men… I fucking love seeing older characters and how much they’ve changed from their younger selves. Tallstar is considered one of, if not the most peaceful leader in the clans. But also when he was like 19 he went on a quest to fucking murder a guy :3

Cloudstar: I rlly do not care abt anyone in Skyclan(I like Leafstar but she's not a fav yknow?) Cloudstar... he was based as fuck. Why did Starclan get away with this shit for real??

Scourge: It’s fucking Scourge. He’s awesome

Briarlight: I’m disabled and I love her. She has such a consistent fun, sweet personality and she makes me happy!!<3

RavenBarley: It deserves all the attention and hype it gets. Though I wish mlm ships didn’t overshadow wlw ones in this fandom, RavenBarley is genuinely well written and makes me very emotional even if the publisher didnt allow it to be explicitly canon.

CrookedBlue: TRANS WOMEN CROOKEDSTAR YURI. Two leaders having a forbidden relationship and kits is way more interesting than Oakheart. The angst of Crooked and Blue sitting next to eachother every gathering while the entire forest has their eyes on them. Don’t look for too long, don’t let the mourning slip into your voice. You have to pretend your lover is a stranger. You… have become strangers. You can never be together again. You're enemies now. This is what we wanted, isn’t it? …We’ll never be happy again.

Mothwing: Her novella delving into her relationship with Hawkfrost was so good and heartbreaking.

Heathertail: Daughter of leader, sister of a major villian, and former love interest of a protagonist! Why did she fall off the second po3 ended. She’s shown to be very compassionate and willing to put her own feelings aside for the sake of others. Would’ve honestly prefered her as a mate to Lionblaze or get a pov herself over the nothing we got.

Blackstar: *Murders an elderly woman trying to stop me from kidnapping children. Supports a dictator openly abusing/neglecting children and the elderly. Murders a man for refusing to kill mixed raced children- then tells said man’s sister that she will never be safe.* Man…. i sure do feel bad for abusing and killing all of those people…. Good thing I will face no consequences and proceed to be made leader, where I will have even more power over the wellbeing of others.

I hate. This guy.

The New Prophecy: A classic. My first series was actually tnp! i feel more attached to first arc cats tho, if you couldn't already tell by my list lmao

Johanna Map- Best Tawnypelt content out there

BlueQuince: My personal handcrafted, homemade Yuri. Bluefur feels terrible about Tiny going missing and promises Quince she’ll help her find him. They never did, but they had a very… fleeting but intimate relationship. Quince is grieving and Bluefur feels so overwhelmed by the duties in her clan. They’ve always thought of eachother since but never met again.

Tigerclaw: My name sake<3 The angst of his earlier life is so, so facinating to me. Starclan being straight fucked up and decided killing him is their only option? He was a kid and they saw him as a lost cause from the start. They never tried any other methods, never tried to steer him in the right direction or… even just take it into their own hands and kill him themself, which they have SHOWN they’re capable of.

They watched all the the horrific crimes he commited, entirely aware they were going to happen. Thats. Fucking. Horrifying. Starclan is scary as shit… and his death? FANTASTIC. I only wish he’d gotten lives from cats he killed so that him coming back to life to suffer over and over was an actual curse from Starclan and not blessings. They knew how he would die and they gave him the lives to torture him for his sins…

Flywhisker: Adhd girlies. Painfully relate to that feeling of the constant scolding for never being “good enough” because I prefer to do things a certain way or struggle to focus. So, SO happy for her when she left the clans! You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone! Hope she’s happy and warm indoors with her brother💕

(P.S. I was very suprised to find she actually had an official art piece!)

Bluestar: Get behind me women with mental disorders. I will defend you. Beautifully complex and tragic character, my favorite written in the series. Literally can't think of a single other female character in handled as seriously and with the complexity of Bluestar. (Although her super edition was a bit of an L with how others treated her, it ultimately makes her breakdown even more painful.)

Exile from Shaodwclan: Nightstar my beloved! He's such a great guy. The rightful leader of Shadowclan, always and forever.

Ravenpaw's Farewell: HE DIED IN BARLEY'S ARMS, TELLING HIM HE WILL FIND HIM, NO MATTER WHERE HE IS. FUCK.

Crookedstar art: So beautiful. I genuinely think she's one of the prettiest cats in the series. This along with her official art by Wayne Mcloughlin.

Leopardstar: As a kid I hated her and loved Blackfoot, now I hate Blackfoot and love her. #feminism. But seriously I think she has way more going for her than he ever has. Her father is a medicine cat who hates violence, the DRASTIC change in Riverclan's view of outsiders upon Crookedstar's death and her leadership. Her already having a position of power before proving she's unworthy of it. (Unlike Blackstar who gets rewarded for his racism and violence by being made leader afterwards) and the fact she has to interact with her victims on a daily basis after what she did.

The writings attempts to redeem her are really lame and dismissive of the actually damage she did, but at the very least they TRIED to do something else with her. Personally, I would have loved to see her assassinated by Mistyfoot. Just like her mother Bluestar was almost killed all those moons ago by Tigerclaw... The parallels of violence for power and violence for peace. A victim repeating the actions of the very man who killed her brother to put an end to what he started in Riverclan.... A shadow in Riverclan, if you will. (<-Pretending erin hunter has hired me to rewrite their series)

Windclan: Tunneling as a concept and inviting outsiders into their clan so friendly and casual makes the clan seems so much more diverse than the others. It always stuck out to me!

Andddd there are my current warrior cat options as of 2023! If someone actually read this whole ramble ily<3

#THANKS FOR THE ASK. sorry i wrote you a novel❤#I already wanted an excuse to just throw all my favs and thoughts into one place so i used ur ask as that lol #asks #mypost

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greatsylveon2007 · 2 years ago

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"Kids with passion to play make-believe;

Will become young adults with the will to achieve"

Alright, so I figured I wanted to make this eventually. I finally finished my part for the Guaraná MAP a few months ago after like, almost two years of having it lmao, and those two years were wild and included a bunch of different versions of the part which would never see the light of day outside of the map server, so I figured I should put them all here :)

Here is the finished part which I am very happy with honestly, love some Hollyleaf angst

youtube

So now let me tell you about how the part used to be IWKFOLSPS

To get the part I actually had to fist fight a friend because it was one of the few really simple interesting parts and we both wanted it pretty badly

When I eventually got the part I made two storyboards for it, and my idea was for it to be very limited animation with mostly tweening, as, in my head, it would make my life easier

The first storyboard I was not happy with so I threw it out the window and made another soon after

This one I was way happier with and is the storyboard I used for most of these two years, here you can see a little light/shadow behind Hollyleaf that, while I liked, was really out of place so I didn't keep it in the end :(

What followed was multiple months of me chipping away at this part and telling myself every time that it would be easy to do because it was pmv, I got pretty far with this, making the assets for all of the cats and only needing to shade Hollyleaf, finish the backgrounds and guaraná plants and edit

At that point however, despite being almost done, I really couldn't bring myself to work on this part anymore, I'm not sure what exactly it was, but messing around with all the assets and tweening and all that just wasn't fun for me at that point and I just began stalling to avoid having to open the file again

Eventually in February a light shone upon me, if I wasn't having fun with PMV then screw it AMV was my new best friend

In a few hours I made a new sketch, skipped the rought animation stage and finished Holly's entire animation (don't do this ever, don't be like me)

I had also started on Lion but I was struggling on what to do with him because of how I animated Holly lol

I don't remember the exact plan but originally the character acting was:

Holly and Lion are looking up, Jay is a little frustrated. Holly talks to him to cheer him up and he looks at her, feeling a bit more encouraged. Then she would look at Lion, he would reassure her, and they'd all end up happy

Somehow though, while animating Holly, I ditched the plan and made her be surprised by Lion and look at him, so I struggled a bit trying to figure out what Lionpaw could do to get her attention, and spent a good while trying to figure out the solution to a problem that I created in a few hours of not following a simple plan ISMOCKSKKDS If you plan something, preferably follow it, don't be like me²

I could have just remade her animation so that would have been solved but I liked her animation I didn't want to redo it :(

Anyway, eventually I figured he could say something stupid to help cheer up Jay or something and I like his and Jay's new movements so it all worked out :)

After making the first shot, I caved in to something I wanted to do for a while which was a transition between the shots, instead of having it cut to the second shot or move the characters around a little bit.

I didn't know if I wanted to do a transition with stars or with the fire scene, until eventually I figured that the fire scene and Ashfur's... thing was what really affected the siblings, especially Hollyleaf. The part also follows a sequence of Hollyleaf feeling guilty for what she did so in general I thought that Ashfur would transition well

You may also notice that I hadn't splattered blood all across Holly's face in the second shot and that was because I forgot she was supposed to have blood on her until I read the script again for some reason and realized I forgot ISNKCKAKDLSL

So, what did we learn? PMV sucks, animate it all at 24 fps in one sitting instead/JOKE

This is all I have about the Guaraná part, it was pretty fun to work on and I loved joining a map about my country, this map lives in a little part of my brain rent free <3

Might do this for other parts that have a bunch of wips or something I'll think about that, it's kind of fun to just lay out your process like this, would recommend 10/10

#map part #sylv rambles #warrior cats #hollyleaf #lionblaze #jayfeather #ashfur #animation #Youtube #sylv animation

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awholelotofladybug · 1 year ago

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On Ice 2: A Stammering Adrien AU Story

Based on this AU.

Disclaimer: The only characters or locations I own are the ones I make up. All other fictional characters and locations in Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir are the property of Thomas Astruc and Zag. Please support the official release.

Ladybug hissed at the cold as she navigated through a now-frozen Paris. Even with the new power-ups, every second she spent moving through the chilled wind felt like an hour. Her cheeks and nose were probably the coldest. She'd give almost anything for a scarf or a ski mask at that moment.

'Maybe thinking about warm things will help,' she thought. 'A blanket. No, warmer. Hot cocoa. Better, but still not warm enough. A nice campfire. Yeah, that's good. A big, heavy coat. That works too. Chat Noir. Wait, Chat Noir?'

Yes, amid her thinking, Ladybug saw her partner coming toward her, as fast as a torpedo.

"Chat!" she exclaimed with a smile.

"M'lady!" Chat shouted as he rushed to hug her. "Boy, am I glad to s-s-s-see you!"

Ladybug laughed. "You too, kitty. Say, how were the macaroons I gave you last week?"

"Delicious," said Chat. "Ate… Ate the whole box in one go."

"Careful, kitty. Don't want to overdo it with the sweets," Ladybug teased as she patted his stomach.

Chat chuckled. "Moi? Never."

Ladybug smiled. It was always great to catch up with Chat. It was just a shame it had to be during an Akuma attack. That's when the windchill came back.

"Brrrr. This cold is driving me crazy," said Ladybug. "We better get a move on and…"

"Put this Akuma on ice?" Chat said with a smirk.

Ladybug couldn't help but let out a snort. Yes, the pun was lousy, but in the funniest way. And she could see the smug look on Chat's face. He had one every time he made her laugh.

"Honestly," she said. "Are you a cat or a clown?"

Chat shrugged. "C-C-C-Can't I be both?"

With a few more chuckles, the young duo stopped their jesting and went through the streets to find the Akuma, hopefully before they caught frostbite.

Frozer laughed as he skated expertly across the frozen Parisian pathways.

"Ah, revenge really is like ice cream," he said. "Sweet and best served cold. Wouldn't you agree, Hawkmoth?"

"Overused metaphors aside," said Hawkmoth telepathically. "There's still the matter of Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculouses."

"Keep your jacket on," said Frozer. "I'm sure those little pipsqueaks are on their way right now. And once they get here, I'll make them into Ladybug and Cat-sickles."

"Ooh, Do those c-c-c-come in different flavors? I'm p-p-partial to orange, myself."

Frozer's eyes went wide as he spun around to see none other than Ladybug and Chat Noir in the flesh.

Frozer smirked. "Well, if it isn't Paris' favorite pair of pipsqueak protectors. Come to see me turn Paris into my own winter wonderland?"

"Sorry, Frozer, but we're here to serve you a piping hot plate of justice," said Ladybug.

"Ooh," said Chat. "G-Great one-liner, m'lady."

"Yeah," said Frozer with a grin. "Great one-liner. I'd even say it was COOL!"

FWOOSH!

With one swift motion, Frozer sent a barrage of sharp icicles flying toward the heroes.

"M'lady, look out!" Chat exclaimed.

As he did, he pushed Ladybug and himself out of the way, only getting half of his tail cut off.

"Yikes!" said Ladybug. "Chaton, are you okay?!"

Chat picked himself up. "I'm alright, m'lady. J-J-J-Just a little winter wardrobe malfunction."

Ladybug would have made a witty reply, but she and Chat found themselves dodging another icy blast as Frozer continued his assault. It was one dodge after another in what almost felt like a dance for survival. Ladybug even caught herself doing a pirouette.

"You kids are good," said Frozer, "Would have made some excellent students if the city hadn't decided to RUIN MY LIFE!!"

As the villain ranted, Ladybug and Chat took cover behind a frozen bus.

"I think now would b-b-be a pretty good time for one of your lucky charms, m'lady," said Chat.

"Right," said Ladybug as she drew her yo-yo. "LUCKY CHARM!"

With a burst of energy and a flash of light, a large bag of salt materialized before them.

"A bag of salt?" Ladybug pondered.

"Of course," said Chat. "When salt d-d-dissolves, the sodium and chloride separate and..."

Chat's statement found itself cut short when an icicle pierced the ground in front of him, forcing him and Ladybug to move.

"Layman's terms?" Ladybug asked.

"Salt melts ice," said Chat. "Quick, toss me the bag."

Ladybug tossed Chat the bag, but as she did, she couldn't help but worry.

'Does he know what he's doing?' she thought.

However, just before he rushed off, Chat gave her a wink and a smirk. Her fears were put to rest.

'Oh,' she thought. 'He definitely knows what he's doing.'

Once he was close enough, Chat opened the bag, and did what he did best. He ran his mouth.

"Hey, F-F-F-Frozer, next time, try for a more original gimmick," he said. "There's, like, a dozen ice-themed supervillains already."

Frozer snarled. "You're judging me?! Who's the one running around in a kitty costume?!"

"No judgment," Chat said with a shrug. "I'm just... I'm just saying. Ice-themed villains are a dime a dozen."

Frozer's temper flared as he kept blasting at the young hero, only for him to dodge every shot

"Oops, touched a nerve. You know, for an ice villain, you're a real hothead," said Chat.

"You insolent little whelp!" Frozer exclaimed. "When I'm done with you, there won't be enough of you to fit in an ice tray."

Chat chuckled. "You know, I think you need t-t-to lighten up. No need to let a few jokes make you SALTY."

Salt was sprinkled all over the villain in the blink of an eye, and whatever wasn't on him made it to the ice beneath his feet. The once-solid ice became a pile of slush, and the villain would find himself hitting the ground with a painful THUD.

"Ladybug, now!" Chat exclaimed.

Ladybug wasted no time, skating as fast as her skates could carry her. She rushed over and snatched the earrings from Frozer's ears, smashing them until the Akuma finally emerged.

"No more evil-ding for you, little Akuma," she said with a swing of her yo-yo. "TIME TO DE-EVILIZE!"

The butterfly was captured, cleansed, and set free.

"Bye-bye, little butterfly," said Ladybug. "MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!!"

She tossed the empty bag of salt in the air, and in an instant, Paris went from a frozen wasteland to the City of Love again. Frozer transformed back into Phillipe, who couldn't help but shed a tear.

"I meant no harm," he said. "I was just trying to save my business, my dream."

Chat stepped up. "I'm sure a few more c-c-customers and a good lawyer can help. Your dream doesn't have to be over yet."

"Chat Noir's right," said Ladybug. "In fact, maybe we can help. We've pushed a product or two in the past."

"You two would do that for me? Oh, merci, Ladybug, merci beaucoup," said Phillipe as he picked himself up.

Ladybug nodded. "Whatever we can do to help."

With everything settled, Ladybug and Chat ended the mission with their signature fist bump.

"Bien Joué!"

Luka stood outside the locker rooms of the ice rink, conflicted.

'She's right in there,' he thought. 'You could just knock on the door, ask her to come out, and talk about it.”

Did Luka really want this? Did he want to risk breaking Adrien’s heart by asking Marinette out? It’s not like Adrien couldn’t find someone else, right? Then again, he knew for a fact that Adrien and Marinette loved each other. Did he really want to disrupt that? This debate went back and forth as his hand unconsciously moved toward the locker room door. That’s when he heard a loud “Ahem.” He turns to see an irritated-looking Kagami Tsurugi, causing him to gulp.

"Kagami, I swear, this isn't what it looks like..."

"I hope not," said Kagami. "Because it looked like you were about to be a total scumbag."

Luka threw up his hands in defense. "I was just going to knock, that's all."

"And then what?"

Luka sighed. That one question managed to put an end to Luka's mental debate.

"You know, for a second, I really was ready to disrupt their melody, just to be with Marinette," he said. "But I can't... No matter how much I want to."

"I know the feeling. Part of me wants Adrien more than anything, but he's chosen his target, and it's not me."

Luka exhaled. "Yeah. But hey, it's not that bad, right? I mean, they make each other happy."

"Yeah... Yeah, you're right," said Kagami. "And besides, there are plenty of fish in the sea, right?"

"Exactly. I ought to know. I live on a boat," said Luka.

Kagami shook her head. She could tell Luka was prouder of that joker than he had any right to be. Still, the point was as clear as crystal. Marinette and Adrien were meant for each other, and Kagami and Luka's destiny lied elsewhere. As this thought began to sink in, Marinette and Adrien emerged from the girl's and boy's locker rooms respectively. Without missing a beat, Kagami and Luka rushed to them.

"Are you okay, Mari?"Luka asked. "You're not hurt, are you?"

Marinette blushed and smiled. "I'm okay. No harm done."

Luka felt a wave of relief was over him. Meanwhile, Adrien was being inspected from head to toe by Kagami and Gorilla, causing his face to turn a bashful pink.

"I-Is this n-n-necessary?" Adrien asked.

"Hold still," said Kagami. "Gotta make sure you're okay."

Adrien shooed their hands away. "I'm fine. Really."

"Hey, don't you dismiss me," said an irritated Kagami. "I was worried."

"I know. I'm s-s-s-sorry. But really, I-I'm okay."

Kagami smiled. Everything seemed to wrap up nicely until Kagami caught Adrien and Marinette awkwardly avoiding each other's eye contact. She groaned softly, growing weary of this emotional rollercoaster, but then, with the ding of a phone notification, Kagami got an idea.

"Hey, Luka, my ride is here. You need a lift home?" she said with a wink.

"O-Oh, yeah, sure. Thanks," said Luka. "I'll get my things."

Adrien and Marinette's faces both went pale as they heard their friends' plan. Adrien shot a desperate look to Kagami, and Marinette to Luka. Both expressions screamed, "Please don't leave!" But these pleas fell on deaf ears, for better or worse, as Luka mouthed 'Good luck' to Marinette and Kagami mouthed 'You've got this' to Adrien. Without another word, the heiress and the musician were out the door, and Marinette and Adrien were left alone.

Adrien could already feel himself starting to shake. Left alone with his crush. What was he to do? He couldn't just run. What would she think of him? But that blunder they had on the ice was just so awkward, so embarrassing, how could they even hope to address it? Then again, if they didn't talk about it, would anything change? That's when Adrien made his decision. He took a deep breath, forced himself to stop shaking, and looked at Marinette.

"Hey, M-M-Marinette..."

Marinette gulped. "H-Hey, Adrien..."

"About what happened on the ice," he said. "I'm really s-s-s-sorry. I was... I was caught up in what I was doing, and..."

"No, no, no, I'm sorry. It was my fault," she said before chuckling. "Clumsy ol' Marinette, right? You're fine, really."

"You're not that clumsy all the t-t-t-time. Besides, I'm... I'm the one who got on the ice without knowing the first thing about skating."

"Yeah, but this was my idea, and..." Marinette said before shaking her head. "You know what, this is silly, letting a little spill embarrass us so much. Accidents happen, right?"

Adrien gave a sigh of relief. "Yeah, yeah. Accidents. That's all that was. An accident."

Marinette blushed. "So maybe, if you want, we can do this again?"

"Yeah," said Adrien with glowing, pink cheeks. "I-I'd like that."

Just then, Adrien felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked to see his bodyguard tapping his wristwatch.

"Oops, that's right. I have to go," said Adrien.

Marinette then looked at her phone. "My ride's here too. Have a good night, Adrien."

The two youngsters parted ways. Both seemed calm, but they were doing cartwheels and backflips in their heads. Despite the awkwardness and embarrassment, both were excited to see each other again. A small victory. One both Marinette AND Adrien hoped would lead to something more.

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