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Something’s up With the Red Magical Girl

You’ve been saved by many magical girls at this point in your life but rarely were you one of the lucky few that got to see them stick around for their ending poses. The only time the magical girls stood long enough for pictures to be taken is at the end of their victories, posing adoably with their pigtails and sparkling dressed and adorable faces perfect for all of the clapping on-lookers.

You are among them, freshly revived on the cement and a step away from your savior. The crimson magical girl who embodies the straight and narrow morales that keep the public safe from the monsters wrecking havoc everywhere. She is the embodiment of the magical girl– petite with rosy cheeks, long locks of red hair that flow immaculately in the pig tails, and eyes as blue as a clear sky…wait a second.

“Riddle?!?”

The beaming hero’s face falters her painted smile falling and her face slowly becoming as red as the ball gown tutu she fights in. She looks just like the student council president, precise, pristine, and scowling as she get’s angrier and angrier. Oh my stars that is the student council president!

“All right, everyone we’re going to go!”

“Stay safe.”

“And let your hearts be…uh…filled with love!”

The other magical girls intervene covering their leader who you’re certain has snapped their wand in half, disappearing in a magical poof of glittery smoke. Before you can really figure out if you recognize the rest of them paramedics swoop you up repeating an exhausted spiel about keeping calm and places to go to if your still traumatized from the monster. 

After plenty of talks with investigators who were way too happy to have the help of the magical team you’re free to go. A cast on your arm and a bandage on your knees but your fine. Allowed to return to class where your showered with fanfare from your peers who simply can’t believe you got to be saved by the magical girls that all were simply obsessed with. 

It’s draining but you endure it, chugging like an old sturdy train through classes the best you can. It isn’t until the very end of the day—the very last period that you are able to see the face you’re certain smiled wistfully at you while dousing the monster holding you down in a crimson beam shrouded in hearts. Except they weren’t smiling they were glaring and stomping in your direction. The clack of quarter inch heeled shoes and the steam puffing from the reddened face of the Crimson Tyrant Student Council President: Riddle Rosehearts harkened his destined path for you as he pointed an accusatory finger in your direction. 

“YOU!”

The students around you scattered, conveniently heading to their clubs and no longer focused on signing your cast in the wake of the infamous red tyrant. Who could blame them? The student council president once rumored to have choked the most unruly delinquents into submission while the staff turned a blind eye—in fear of earning the sophmore’s wrath. But there was something else everyone ought to be afraid of and it went far past the occasional temper tantrum from the model student.

“Hey president good to see you again.”

His face inexplicably became even more red, blurring where his hair started and his face ended. 

“Why say that!? This is the first time I’m seeing you today.”

The president was good at a lot of things–mathematics, sciences, languages, but where one side of the balance weighs heavy the other side lacks tenfold. And the thing he was missing was the beautiful ability to lie with a straight face. The twitch of his eye, the stomp of his loafers, and the fist aggressively assaulting the ballpoint pen used to write referrals. 

“You know President Riddle,” you lean in unable to stop the smile spreading on your face.

“You shouldn’t be so upset, shouldn’t our hearts forever be full of love?” 

In a span of a minute Riddle’s reddened face contorts into something ugly, twisted, and veiny. You’re certain he’ll give himself a heart atttack. It’d be bad press to kill the main magical girl to a measly bout of anger so you sigh and step close. A whisper that the eavesdropping students really won’t overhear. 

“It’s okay the frills really suit you.”

You walk away, unbothered by whatever state you’ve left the Student Council President in. Certain you are the action star walking away from the nastiest explosion the school had ever seen. The rumors would spread and you’d go down in your academy's 'most popular' history for the rest of your academic career. Currently there was no one to stop you for you had the hottest blackmail in the world; the identity of the lead magical girl who had become the curiosity of every civilian, royal, and private enterprise that wanted to know exactly what you did. 

You were truthfully untouchable.

The president left in the slowly populating hallway was left to stare at the space you had occupied. The red on his face shrinking to the apples of his cheeks. The blood likely flowing post haste to the organ that refused to calm despite it’s latest adversary who had practically skipped away. 

Let’s rewind shall we. 

Just the day before Student Council President Riddle Rosehearts was once again at the top of the world. The way a perfectionist is when they’ve found a way to weave chaos into the schedule. Not only did President Roseheart lead the discipline of the relentlessly unruly student body but he was the newly appointed protector of the people—a Magical Ambassador of the Heart. Bestowed upon him at the height of his success last year he’d truly begun to accept his role as the magical leader he was born to be. 

It wasn’t easy not only heading over 2,000 students, saving the world monthly, and keeping a tight leash on his newly appointed magical juniors. 

It was a lot…even for him.

Too often he’d found himself at the end of his rope. If it wasn’t the council, it was the juniors, and if it wasn’t the juniors, it was his mother—judgemental, unsupportive, wholefuly ignorant witch. Clutching the heart covered wand that regenerated after every battle with trembling hands as he rocked himself to maintain a semblance of his sanity. He figured he was allowed something. If only a small increment of affection he was allowed outside his obligations. Of course he is; he deserves this.

It started small. A glance really. That he’d allow himself to look at the observant pair of eyes in the back of the class 32B. He’d gotten used to this gaggle of students because his troublesome juniors were often doing what they did best here. Now including a new face—the transfer student—- in between them. Already on the headmaster’s radar, there was little Riddle could ever do to truly exact his control authority over them without the buffoon’s headmaster’s intervention. It emboldened those ill-behaved juniors of his to defy him and for awhile he avidly hated the owner of that watchful gaze. Cursing their existence along with all the other aspects of his life he failed to properly regulate. 

When it all came to a head. 

A monster covered in scales and reeking of a rotting corpse attacked the school. It had smashed itself into the side of building A—which featured the majority of the student body. Documentaries would be made, mass memorials honored because the casualties were that of a civilian town caught amid the heat of a war. It would be held in regard by the public as a victory won by a mystical team they may never fully understand. But that was the gift of after. Few survivors could testify just how much of a battlefield it was that day. Riddle would know.

He was there.

In an instant the world was an uncertain cloud of crumbling ash. The sounds of screams and the acrid scent of something unknown muddling any judgement he could muster. He was just talking with a teacher…an especially lazy one he was warning about something he’d already forgotten. The ache of his body was minor in comparison to the consistent ringing in his ears. The confusion of seeing things that should be making noise like the student’s shoes slapping against the ruined classroom running past him or the student writhing on the ground her mouth opened wide almost like she was screaming. The ringing was decreasing if only a little allowing the president to pick up on the light splat coming from underneath him. 

It was red and it smudged when he wiped a thumb across it. It vaguely registers that the liquid is coming from him dripping down his head and sullying the concrete dusted uniform with blood. He doesn’t bother finding the source, weirdly enough reminded of the red-dressed hero that needed to make an entrance. So occupied searching for the golden hairclip that magically transforms him he failed to register the grotesque bloodied hand reaching from the haze and right for him.

“Look out!” 

Someone had slammed into him, launching him out of the range of a fist that crushed  the tiles beneath it.

“Riddle are you okay? C’mon get it together!” 

It was you the daring, troublesome, transfer. The one he’d allowed his mind to wonder with. The one he scarcely allowed himself to fantasize about a future with. And now you were a reminder that there was something he needed to do. To get you and everyone out of this situation. 

It was pure coincidence that you needed saving again and frankly he didn’t really need to. The monster wasn’t actively attacking you, more so putting you in danger because it was careless of others as it was lumbering around. But you still needed saving and the lovely Queen of Hearts wouldn’t leave you to suffer. Especially when he got to carry you himself. Thanks to the strength given to all of the magical ambassadors he was allowed to carry you in a way he’d daydreamed about. Now it was real and the closeness he relished in unfortunately was his undoing in terms of protecting his identity.

All too easily you called him out. As expected clever little mouse.

He was lucky no one was listening.

A new dilemma arises one, he was certain that troublesome duo would break first. How to deal with anyone who discovers their identity? Ace, in previous meetings, brought up coincidental-appearing assassination. Which Riddle immediately turned down. What rudeness and undignified behavior was it to kill the curious in the dark?! They never did finish that conversation on account that some upper class students were fighting in the courtyard. It was relief not to hear the suggestion in their most recent meeting.

“Maybe we wipe their memory?”

“And lose what?! The entire school year. No way!”

“Maybe we corner them and talk them out of what they saw?”

“I know gaslighting is your thing an all but we have to sit with them every day. That’s not going to fly.”

“My thing?! What the heck do you think is my thing?!”

Riddle didn’t speak for the longest time. Letting their juvenile arguments become background noise to the roaring avalanche of thoughts. The image of your face curious and all knowing looking at him with a blank expression while the student body joined with laughter and fear. It’s a torrent of unsettling hallucinations that push Riddle to accept a twisted logic. 

“I’ll just….remove them.”

He doesn’t hear their silence. Doesn’t see the sweat beading on their brow. Or the way hands have gone to hide wicked smiles spreading on their faces. He just moves on continuing as though his whole chemistry isn’t being redefined. 

Deep down of course he’s already brewing a plan, as an Ambassador of the Heart he’s vehemently against any form of violence to get what he wants. But a vital part of being the magical hero that he is means protecting his identity and since you’ve gotten in the way of that he’ll have no choice but to insert himself into your life. Finally!

“Sorry to interrupt your teaching but I’ll need (Y/n) from you class.”

“Uh sure, I’ll give you the homework to go then!”

It doesn’t matter that you might’ve intended to blackmail him or that you’d rather sit through class than be forced to do whatever helping the student council needs throughout the day.

“What’s your deal Rosehearts?! I thought we had an understanding! Y’know?! About the frilly thing I saw the other day.”

He turns his nose up at you like he still had the upper hand,”Because of that I can’t afford to have you telling anyone about what you saw.”

“So what?! You gonna break the code and kill me or something?”

A smirk from the Student Council President sends shivers down your spine.

“If you like the life you have now I suggest, you get comfortable helping out.” He pulls out a student council uniform from behind his back. The perfect size just for you. You hadn’t noticed it before. Like how you didn’t notice his trusty vice president and secretary at the opposite ends of the hallway as if you’d run+

“I’d hate to take you away from your family before I put a ring on your finger.”

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Helpful and Preventative Stretches for Writers, Artists, and Gamers 💪🎨✍🎮

If you type, write, draw, game, or generally use your hands a lot (especially if you’re prone to RSI or Carpal Tunnel!) try these stretches as both a preventative measure, and on the spot relief. Take care of yourself and your body, friends!

Start with hands up, fingers stretched out.  Stretch your thumb as far as you can over your palm. Hold and repeat 4 times.

Touch each finger to your thumb. Hold each for 30 seconds. Repeat on each hand 4 times.

Start with a fist. Open half way, hold for 2 seconds. Stretch fingers out, hold for 2 seconds. Repeat 4 times.

Start with one arm out, palm up. Pull your fingers back with your other hand. Hold for 10 seconds. Do the same with your other hand. Repeat 4 times

Start with arms up, palms out. Bend wrists down until you feel the stretch, but keep your fingers loose. Hold 10 seconds. Bend wrist upwards, until you feel it in your wrist and arm. Hold 10 seconds. Repeat 4 times.

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I've been doing a lot of thinking about my family and how I was treated as a child, and honestly, my father has never seemed more amazing in my eyes.

I used to love Luigi(Mario's brother) when I was little. Like, he was my favorite character ever, and I had multiple plushies of him. Didn't give a fuck about Mario, vaguely tolerated Peach, but I loved Luigi.

On my first day of kindergarten, my dad gave me the number for his work phone and said it was Luigi's phone number. "If anything happens at school, call Luigi."And not even twenty minutes into my first day, I was having a panic attack. So I went down to the principal's office and called "Luigi."

Now, at the time, my father was in a meeting with his manager and his supervisor, along with most of his coworkers. And when I called, he picked up before he even left the room.

And he put on a very awful Italian accent and said, "Itsa me, Luigi! Whatsa the matter?"In front of his boss and coworkers. Without telling them what was going on. So they were absolutely bewildered, and he carried on like they didn't even exist. He only explained what was happening after I had calmed down and hung up, to which most of them responded with "Aww, cute."

I continued to call him whenever I got upset at school, and eventually his coworkers got in on it. I distinctly remember one of them impersonating Toad. I don't know why I'm telling you this, I just thought it might make you smile :)

this is so delightful I love your Luigi dad

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Deltarune comic that I’m sure someone else has done before

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it came to me in a vision

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Came to me in a dream

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important drawing

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PHYSICAL CHALLENGE!! FIGHT YOUR EX HUSBAND!!!!

gif version under the cut idk

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being forcefemmed by my moth girlfriend because she keeps eating all my boymoder outfits

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rouxls kaard forever icon. starts a polycule by inserting himself into a failed relationship. also does it because he thinks the people he's fighting against are also in a polycule and he wanted to one up them. his negative rizz causes the failed relationship to get back together. he is the moment

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i got really embarrassed making this halfway through but i got too far into it so im posting it

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What if roulx kaard meets him and got beef because jones is better at making puzzles

it was worth a try

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MINOR SPOILER!

me and the divorced baddies i pulled by being autistic