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thetwstwildcard · 3 years ago

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hehehehe hateful/angy kiss and kiss between exes for any of our ships? OwO (if you have any crack ones in mind that would work too lol)

Okay so, possible new ship/dynamic and ship we've talked about before 😏 technically both are sort of angry kisses. Per usual I had too much fun so under the cut for length ~

Hateful/angry kiss: Elias x Emery

'I don't know why Vil told me to find Emery, if she really needed potion help she should find me herself. Though, I guess I can't deny an order from him' Elias sighed to himself as he wandered the dorm 'where even is she? She's always so apprehensive' he frowned momentarily 'great more interaction with people who only want one thing-'

"Freeze." A voice spoke coldly which broke Elias out of his thoughts long enough to see an arrow whiz right past him, narrowly missing him as it hit the bullseye. 'Vice dorm leader?' He thought as he looked back at who loosed the arrow only to be surprised on having to lower his gaze. "Are you just gonna stand there like a deer or are you gonna move?!" Emery hissed, normally large doll like eyes glaring at him. Contrary to her normal timidness the girl just looked angered before him. He almost stumbled over his footing as he got out of the shooting range. 'Oh right' "Emery, dorm leader told me that you needed help with potions?" "Huh?" She scowled a bit, about to set for another arrow before lowering her bow.

"Why would I need a nerd's help?" Her words and tone struck a cord in the boy as he failed at maintaining his composure "Well, I excel at potion making and dorm leader specifically told me to help you. " he smiled though gritted teeth "ha, a greenhorn who was about to lose his head is gonna teach me?" She chuckled as she stepped closer to him. She grit her teeth as she looked up at him.

"I don't need your help, pretty boy." She glared up "Dorm leader seems to think differently." His anger was starting to show in his tone as he looked down at her. This motion only annoyed Emery more. The girl clenched her jaw before lifting her bow, swiftly pulling his head down as it was now caught between the upper limb and string "Listen here and listen well. Someone like you is worthless to me, got that?"

She knocked her forehead against his, glaring directly into his eyes. Elias felt his breath hitch in his throat at her sudden action, not expecting any if this from the usually timid girl. "I-" he started, trying to pull away "Shut. Up." She hissed lowly before she smirked "of course, I could always shut you up myself?" She smirked and before he could react she kissed him abruptly. Elias froze for a second, his gasp caught between the kiss before he lightly shoved her away as he caught his breath. Her bow was still on him as Emery covered her mouth.

"Just what were you thinking!" Elias finally shouted as Emery looked up at him with her normal big eyes "W-w-w-what....?" She squeaked, her demeanor entirely different from minutes ago "Why did you.. Kiss me...?" The last words were mumbled. Emery's face went bright red "I-i..." She stammered "I-I need to go...!!" She squeaked as she ran away suddenly "Hey wait-" Elias stood there, whiplashed as he took her bow off of him and held it in his hands 'what the hell just happened???'

Kiss between exs: Chase x Juno

"Just leave me alone!!" Juno huffed as Chase continued to follow her around the dorm "Aww but you're so easy to get a rise out of, little miss fivehead~" the cat chuckled "This is why we broke up, you inconsiderate cat!!" She groaned, glaring up at his stupidly smug face "Aww, then tell me. Why did you fall for me in the first place?" His eyes gleamed as Juno frowned "I was young and stupid!" She blurted out, trying to cut the conversation short "Aren't ya still pretty young and stupid, shorty?" Chase's tail batted back and forth in amusement as Juno only got more and more frustrated.

"I am not! At least I have manners!" She shouted, stomping her foot down before striding away. Chase stopped for a moment before continuing to follow her "You won't even talk to me, for old times sake?" He feigned hurt as he shadowed her "Do you ever learn!!" She grumbled "You know you still love me, pipsqueak ~" he cooed "Do not. You are my ex for a reason!" She raged, face turning slightly red in anger "Aww, come on just admit it." Chase smiled smugly, even leaning down a bit. This was the last straw for her "You pompous cat!!' She shouted loudly, stomping on his foot which made Chase double over slightly in pain. At his reaction she gasped, though she still turned away from him.

"Juno." Chase spoke, finally not teasing. The girl turned around to look at him, not used to hearing him say her name "W-what...?" She took a step closer as Chase still held his foot. "Heh, fooled ya" he winked, pulling her close before kissing her. Juno squirmed for a bit before giving in, kissing back. As they parted Chase smirked "knew you still liked me ~" a quick slap to his cheek made him chuckle "Okay, I deserved that." He smiled, holding his jaw. Juno was red in the face, cheeks puffed slightly "You horrible dorm leader!!!"

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #oc #twstoc #twst ocs #emery jaeger #emery jager #chase shard #oc ships #oc writing #oc writings #I'm so used to uwu Emery that I forgot how much of a bitch she is when holding her bow 🤣

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lordxgrinnyxboy · 4 years ago

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watching Flowers For Mrs. Harris! Act One!

(thanks Ellie and Mary! :D) (edit: contains spoilers!)

first thought “wow it’s super silent huh” my headphones weren’t on u-u ooooh Music

okay so we’re opening with a Table and Two People okay who are they okay are they having breakfast? I like the background. the background looks cool.

i’m go with crimson just bc i think scarlet would have a little more orange to it wouldn’t it? wait a second is the teapot a snail? my god that’s Adorable sir

“that was 31 years ago” moooooooooooood

awwww he wants her to sell his watch to do something nice for herself? that’s sweet :’3

i think the teapot is not a snail :(

“all i ever needed was here, right here” i’m heeeeeeeeeeere

is that real bread

awwwwwwwwwww

im emotionally invested in these two already

IT’S REAL BREAD?

wait he’s not...gonna die is he....he doesn’t DIE and then she sells the watch? please?

it’s dark and im Nervous

WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU MISS HIM

WHAT DO YOU MEAN DON’T YOU MISS YOUR

DID HE DIE? DID HE JUST WALK OFF STAGE AND DIE?

WHAT

YOU WERE VERY LUCKY?

IS HE DEAD?

oh my god he died did

is it real cake

is this what it feels like to step in one of those traps where it’s the loop of rope and you’re walking minding your own business and then it yoinks you up into the air by your ankle

it is real cake wow

but he’s DEAD? and it’s been a YEAR?

oh no Something’s Going To Happen? u-u

i like the the friend and i like Ada, both Very Good, Seem like Nice People.

oh to live close enough by a Buddy to drop by and surprise them with Cake :3

how fancy is this dress dear lord

haven’t got a read on Rich Lady yet but i hope she’s Friendly even if it is in a condescending rich person way like pls be nice to Ms. Ada thanks

love how that one strip of stage looks like a Tie going one way and a kind of Gregorian ShyGuy (from Kirby?) Monk the other way

i like that she’s found an Art Thing to be super into like? for some people it’s paintings or sculptures or theater or dance or literature or music or whatever and for her i guess it’s fashion/dresses! Fantastic! Good for her!

i support u ada live ur dream

“numbers” i don’t think there is any more on-brand certified Mr Maskell, immediate “yep that’s mr maskell”-inducing way that he couldve said that. that was some signature Mr. Maskell right there.

alright ‘bob’ who are you in love with who’s this ‘her’

pamler okay

still allergic to standing up i see

“just look at me. why would such beautiful perfection ever look at me” i see Gwyn was not a one-off

are his glasses frames leopard-print

HOW DARE YOU SMACK THOSE PAPERS OUT OF HER HAND WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

ha. nerd. he’s got some cuteness to him. some endearing qualities. oh mr maskell.

shfjsfhajfhajk his hands he’s got good hands

he sees a pretty woman and just. does that. wow it’s like God just threw him at a windshield

hashtag petition to Help Bob. he needs it. desperately.

so. pamler and bob huh

WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THAT CHAIR BOB YOU’RE GOING TO BREAK YOUR ANKLE

“he’s acting like a proper twit” HE IS BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO SAY IT PAMLER

that’s right bob you take your chair and go have fun being wobbly

who is THAT 👀 the person who just put the box on the floor 👀

aw countess

“something to come home to” awww

don’t be mean to her ma’am you gotta support your friend! sure it might not be the most practical dream but dreams rarely are! let her have this!

DON’T FIGHT LADIES PLEASE

VIOLET COME ON DON’T DO THIS

DISAPPOINTED IN HER? WHAT?

HE’S NOT DEAD?

oh oh i see :(

😭😭😭

what about the watch? is Violet going to be even more upset if the coupon she left winds up winning? or?

oh hey is that my person who put the box on the floor but now in a tux?

DAMMIT BOB

BOB?

oh god Bob please Bob oh my god Bob, BOB no,

B O B

bob

oh pls tell me it’s gonna work out pls let her be able to go pls pls pls

my box person! heyoo!

oh no oh no don’t talk up bad news don’t be doing that

aw :(

okay but what about the watch?

pls tell me he wasn’t buried with it

bc if so it’s time to exhume a fella we got stuff to do

wait does she have some pennies put by in the flower vase tho

yeah ada let’s math this let’s get Bob to run the numbers and see how that money might be found let’s do it i believe in u lemme see your budget i’ll do it for free we’re gonna get you what you need ma’am

YEAH VIOLET GOOD GIRL

oh god my heart i’m. oh god 😭

ma’am pls take care of yourself you can’t enjoy your dress if you run urself into the ground trying to get it u-u

oh hi bobert

was it necessary to say ‘wonderland’ Like That OwO

ohmygod what did you just do with your head. do it again. i gotta rewind

oh 🙏 mr 🙏 maskell 🙏

oh no oh no mrs harris pls don’t get sick and have to spend all your savings on hospital we can’t have that pls don’t pls get inside

THAT LAUGH I’M

DAMMIT BOB

she’s about to give all her savings to her little client people isn’t she u-u

oh mrs h why you telling tales

MOULIN ROUGE??????

honestly Mrs H idk if Bob even needs an explanation in order to take a picture for you you could probably be like “hey. photo me” and he’d be like “okay”

oh his little laugh i’m 😭 we never got this with Gwyn 😭

is she about to die and the afterlife is where the dress is i mean for goodness’ sake i have Concerns

idk shouldn’t u make sure you’ve got a little bit extra for Just In Case scenarios?

PAMLER DON’T BE MEAN

OH NO OH NO WHY THIS WHY NOW

where’s the watch sell the watch!

THERE YA GO ALBERT TELL HER

i mean if he originally wanted her to sell his watch and use the money to do something nice for herself then technically anything she gets with the watch money is basically a present from him which means the watch’s “last thing I have left of you” properties are transferable to anything she uses the money to buy

TRUST ME MRS H THAT’S HOW IT WORKS. USE THE WATCH IT’S WHAT HE WANTED

😭😭😭

oh my god 😭

YEEHAW SHE’S GOING TO PARIS GOOD JOB MA’AM

#flowers for mrs harris spoilers #i've never been so stressed out invested in hoping someone succeeds in obtaining a Really Expensive dress before

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cathyparrlyn · 5 years ago

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We’re all just mirror shards

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Hey everyone! It’s No One here, or perhaps you now know (if you have read a certain lovely, beautiful, baby tief’s post) that my name is Maddy. It’s great to finally post this next part, first update of 2020! Woo!....

Yeah, I know, it’s been a while. I’m sorry for that, but not only am I working on future chapters and a special writing project (some of you might have already heard about it, oops-), but like, school. Ugh. But don’t worry, I have plenty of content to give you guys, so I shouldn’t fall too behind with my updating schedule!

I want to shoutout two people today. First off, one of my writing friends, @justonemoretheatrekid who is super sweet and has helped me with my bi panic, so thanks friendo! I enjoyed chatting with you! :3

I also want to give a special thanks to another one of my writing friends, @toomanyfamdom for not only helping me edit this sucker (legit the only reason I was able to post today. Bless her soul for putting up with my comma crazy piece.), but also for being the sweetest and best baby in the world. She makes me a proud mama. :3 love you baby! And thank you for not joining in on the “(censored name) for the pole” chant. I know how much you like to troll me tho, so I guess will see what happens next time. Lol. <3

Also, good news and bad news!

Good news! This chapter has the “read more” option! Bad News! It cost me all the pretty and colorful fonts. ;-; Also, it won’t let me edit my draft from my iPad now as I did the function on the computer. So like... I can’t fix it. :(

So now I have a dilemma. Which should I use, the read more function or the colorful and pretty fonts? Please reply down below if you have a preference. Anyways, enough with my long ass author note!

Without further interruption, the chapter! Woo!

Word count: about 2,212 words.

Warnings: Cursing, bullying. (Also, Anne being a useless lesbian gremlin and Cathy being a bi disaster. OWO UWU)

Enjoy~

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Part 11

Annie Boleyn

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…………………………………......Recap………………………………………

“Sorry about that, I’m just so fucking tired of bullshit,” Anne muttered, snapping Cathy out of her thoughts.

"Huh?"

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Cathy was a dumbass. She had to be. How else could she have fucked up so badly with her words? They were her thing! But with Anne, all she could muster up to say was ‘huh?’ Huh! Ugh, she just can’t with herself right now.

What’s worse, this is serious. Anne looks like she needs someone to talk to, Cathy can be that person, but not if she’s a disaster.

Parr wants to be there for Anne. She craves to develop their relationship, for them to get closer. To be able to share inside jokes and small smiles with each other. To have long conversations and calling each other late at night just to rant because they know the other will listen. For the comfort of knowing that she does, in fact, matter to Anne.

Right now she felt farther away from her goal than ever. Looking up, she saw an indescribable look on Anne’s face, the only thing she could note was the fear in Boleyn’s eyes as she held herself. An uneasy feeling washed over Anne as she realized she might have said too much around Cathy. She was nervous. Cathy couldn’t believe it. Anne was scared of her own opinion, and that worried Parr. Boleyn was speechless, not knowing how to respond. It was painful to see this side of her. Yet Cathy couldn’t help but stare. This new side drew her in, and Parr couldn’t stop herself from questioning more and more about who Anne really was. And what could have possibly happened to the Boleyn girl to make her feel so mortified that she couldn’t even express her own feelings.

Now Cathy was scared. She couldn’t just stand there and wait Anne recover on her own. No, Catherine wants to help her, she needs to help Anne.

So with a deep breath, Cathy had made her decision to keep moving forward with the conversation. She refused to make Anne start things, this time she’ll make the first move. For Anne’s sake.

“Hey, are you alright? I’m here for you if you want to talk about it.”

“No, no. It’s stupid, just, please. Forget about it.”

Cathy felt as if she was stabbed in the heart after hearing that statement. Anne was amazing, smart, talented, and said some of the most interesting things Cathy has ever heard. And here she is now, saying that her feelings are stupid.

Cathy doesn’t know who made her feel like this, but they are going to pay for it. Yet, that is for another time, right now Cathy has to focus on comforting the Boleyn girl.

“Hey Anne, we’re friends right?”

“Well, yeah, I would like to think so.” Anne tentatively mumbled. She expressed a blatant insecurity that Parr would reject the idea. But why?

Parr wanted to further analyze this side of Anne and try to figure out what might have happened to her, but she couldn’t. Not right now, when Anne needed a friend. No, especially now since Anne needed a friend, someone to be there for her, to reassure her things were okay. That is what Parr needed to be right now. Her friend.

Cathy smiled, bumping their shoulders together. Hence, grabbing Anne’s attention as Parr stared at her with a look that Anne wasn’t used to seeing: patience and love. With a gentle squeeze reminding Anne of their connected hands, Cathy let the Boleyn girl bask in the show of affection. Anne deserves to enjoy this moment, to feel comfortable with her own thoughts. What’s more, she deserves to have someone to listen to her. Cathy can very well be that person. All Catherine had to do was prove that she would and could be there for her. So she spoke up, determined to help Anne no matter what it takes.

“Then there you go. Your opinion matters to me, Anne. As your friend, I don’t think this is stupid. Not one bit. So please, don’t feel afraid to talk to me. You have a wonderful voice, and I truly think it should be shared with the world.”

Cathy observed as Anne stared at her in shock. A blush formed on Parr’s cheeks as she noticed a sudden change in the Boleyn girl. Tension had quickly left Anne’s face and was now replaced by a small, soft, genuine, and breathtaking smile. Really, Cathy could go on about the beauty of Anne’s smile, but she was rather focused on something else. It was way more important than her feelings. Gratitude, that’s what Anne’s expression conveyed instead of the fearful look she wore mere seconds ago. Anne gently squeezed Cathy’s hand back, returning the affection as she pulled Cathy in so they could be in closer proximity. The action cause both girls heart to race as they were lost in the moment, staring at each other in a comfortable, knowing silence. Both were thinking the same thing.

She does see me.

Finally after taking a few deep breaths, Anne was the first one to break the silence.

“Thank you, that… that really means a lot Cathy.”

“Of course Anne. Do you, um... Do you want to talk about it?” Cathy gingerly asked.

Anne looked down as she contemplated what to do. After a few seconds of thinking it over, she slowly nodded her head.

“Alright, I’m here to listen whenever you ready.” Parr, acknowledging that she was looking down, squeezed Anne’s hand again. Cathy hopes it would reassure Boleyn that Parr planned on being there for her. Seeing that Anne had mustered up the courage to look up at Catherine and start her explanation, Cathy thinks it’s safe to say that it worked.

"Ok, so, our generation is stupid, right?” Anne started off.

“100% agree, continue please.”

“It’s just, no one cares about others' stories. Make believe or real, every story matters. Yet we cast them aside and hold an egocentric viewpoint that mentally and physically tears others down. And I’m so fucking sick of it!”

“Of the kids in the halls?” Cathy hesitantly asked.

“Of basically everyone! They all piss me off! Like, no one even understands why I read, the majority of those people don’t even think I can read! I’m nearly eighteen, for Christ's sake! How would I be in an advanced English class if I couldn’t read?”

“I don’t know, kids are stupid.”

“I know, but… you’re the first person to understand this and believe me…”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Anna won't shut up about how I can't do math, Kitty doesn't like poetry and always whines about me speaking ‘gibberish’ when I rant about it, and the rest of the school thinks I text shit like, 'dat waz fun' smiley face, winky face, kissy cat." Anne rolled her eyes. "It's just..." she pursed her lips, then looked at Cathy and gave her a small smile. "It hurts after a while, y’know. So it's extremely refreshing to finally talk to someone who appreciates writing."

"I totally get that." Cathy nodded.

"Really?" Anne stared at her as if she had two heads.

"Yeah... actually, at my last school, I was teased for reading so much," Cathy elaborated honestly. She doesn't know why, but she felt a need to tell Anne this. It was as if that Boleyn girl elicited a strong desire for Parr to talk about herself. She wanted to know all about Anne, and for Anne to know all about her.

Even if it was about her embarrassing loser past. It's not like she can escape it, only accept it and move forward.

"What the hell is wrong with this generation? That's stupid!" Anne groaned.

Well, at least Anne agreed with her about the matter.

"They called me novel nerd," Cathy bluntly stated.

"... Fucking Alliteration." Anne said after muttering what Cathy assumed was French swear words. She then pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Yeah." Cathy bitterly laughed.

"Want me to fight them for you?" Anne offered, holding her fist up and pretending to punch the air to show she was being serious.

"No, but thanks... it's just like you said earlier, it's nice just to be comfortable enough to talk about these things with someone and know that they respect it." Cathy smiled at her.

Anne lifted Catherine's hand up a bit and gently stroked it.

"Cath, I got you." The gentle action caused Cathy to blush. Anne then looked up with a spark of mischief. "Let's run away to live in a library."

Cathy couldn't help but let out an unlady-like snort. A bit embarrassing, yes. But luckily for Catherine, Anne adored it. She couldn't stop herself from adoring it even if she tried.

"Sounds like heaven." Parr grinned, finally managing to calm her laughter.

They both stared at each other for a few seconds in silence, but after those few seconds of silence, they burst into a laughing fit.

Catherine then looked up at Anne. Something caught her attention about her suggestion. The way she referred to something, or rather, herself.

"Cath, Huh?" She raised an eyebrow, looking Anne over in a teasing manner.

It's time for some playful payback.

She noticed how Anne flinched, and for a quick second, looked embarrassed, but it quickly washed away and was replaced by her usual confident expression.

"Oh, yeah. I just think it's cute and, um, it suits you. Is it alright if I call you that?" Anne asked.

Cathy couldn't stop the dorky smile that was spread across her face. Just hearing Anne give her a nickname just like how she had given one to Katherine, warmed Cathy up inside. She was growing closer to Anne each second and her interest for the girl continued to grow.

"Sure, but only if I get to call you nicknames too!" She agreed.

"Go for it, you got two slots."

Catherine pondered for a second. What should she call her?

Catherine couldn't help but giggle at the first thought to come to mind.

"Okay, first one has to be gremlin."

Anne's smile dropped and her eyebrows furrowed.

"You know what Cath? Fuck you." She huffed, a small pout was plastered on her face. Ergo, causing Cathy to burst into a giggling fit.

After a few seconds of giggling and admiring Anne's pouty face, Cathy managed to calm down.

"Okay, um... Next is.... hm."

It took Cathy a few seconds as she looked Anne up and down. She didn't actually need to check the girl out, she just wanted an excuse too.

The action, however, had caused Anne to blush.

Then it hit Cathy. Her lips quirked up at the idea for what to call the Boleyn girl. Sure, it was simple, but so was Cathy. So it’s fine. No, Parr will do one better.

It was perfect.

"Annie," Catherine said, squeezing Anne's hand and beaming at her with a warm smile.

Anne's happy expression fell after hearing that. Cathy noticed the change in expression.

"Um, is everything alright?" She asked.

"H-huh? Oh, um, yeah. It's swell." Anne nervously looked away.

Cathy stared at her worried, but Anne refused to show any sign of pain. Instead, she just gave Cathy a fake smile and avoided eye contact.

There it is again. The change in expression, the change in tone, the change in the atmosphere around her. All of these changes thickened the air and added to the mystery of Anne Boleyn.

Who was she?

Just a second ago, she was all bubbly. But with just a single name, she instantly became a timid sheep. She wore nervous, wide eyes that were surveilling the surroundings as if she was watching out for a predator, fearing for her life. However, the only other person there was Cathy.

She did that. She did this to Anne Boleyn. She doesn't know how, nor why, but she did it. An god, did it feel awful.

Cathy could only do what she thought was right at the time, to check on the girl.

With a gentle squeeze initiated by Cathy, Anne's eyes slowly looked up. Her breathing was a little heavy and her face was a calm, serious. Cathy's anxiety grew with each lurid second passing. Finally, after making it all the way up the excruciating trail, Anne's eyes met Cathy's.

For a brief second Cathy swore she saw the corner of Anne's eyes filling up with tears, and her skin was slightly paler than usual.

But it disappeared in seconds as she hastily swapped her expressions, as if she was trying to hide something. She... she was trying to hide herself.

Anne had put back on her mask, yet it was too late.

Her perfect image had already broke in front of Cathy, not that she planned on telling Anne that.

So with a heavy sigh, Cathy acknowledge that she needed to do something.

"Anne I-"

"Stop it. There's no need for that." Anne interrupted her in a cold tone, yet she still had a "smile" plastered on her face.

"Huh?" Cathy looked at her confused.

"Really Cath, I'm fine." She muttered loud enough for Cathy to hear her.

Cathy knew that wasn't the case. It most certainly wasn't the case at all. Cathy wanted to convey to Anne that she knew this, and that she wanted to help her. She wanted to stop right there, tell Anne it's okay not to be okay, perhaps even give her a hug.

But she didn't know Anne. They weren't close. Anne said it herself, they just met recently. And although Cathy was connecting with her, Anne might not be as into it. She doesn't know. Boleyn is still a mystery to her, one she has yet to uncover.

So how could she break through Anne's mask? She didn't have the right because she doesn't know her. At least, she doesn't know her yet.

"Okay. If you say so...." she reluctantly dropped the subject.

Mark Cathy's words, she'll read Anne's backstory one day. Cathy might cry, she might laugh, hell, she might not know what to think. But she knows that she'll be there for Anne when the time comes.

Until that day comes, this is all she could do for now.

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ahhhhhhhhmdkdjnd · 6 years ago

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Just Imagine

It's been a tradition since the beginning of middle school: after every final exam, Aunt May & Uncle Ben take Peter out for an ice cream cone at their favorite place, no matter how busy they are.

May always got strawberry, Peter always got vanilla, Ben always got chocolate.

After finishing, they would go home, order pizza and have a Star Wars movie marathon. That's how it always was.

After Ben passed, it's only been the two of them. The first time without him was hard and the two ended up crying together, but they've been slowly but steadily overcoming their grief together.

One day, Tony calls Peter while he's heading home after his last final.

"Hey kid, you wanna celebrate the end of your finals by having dinner with the Avengers?"

Peter's like "OMG YE- sorry Mr. Stark. I can't make it today. I'm busy today."

"Busy??? You literally just finished finals"

"Aunt May and I have this tradition where we go out for ice cream and then marathon Star Wars. It's been happening since middle school."

Tony's like 'this nerd I love him so much'

"Where do you normally get ice cream?"

"Uhhhh this place like 2 blocks away from our apartment...... why?"

"Nothing. Just wanted to know."

"............... okay. Bye?"

"Bye kid. Have fun with May."

Of course Tony grabs the other Avengers and drags them to the ice cream shop.

"Oh hey kid! Fancy meeting you here!"

Peter's like 'do I look like a complete idiot to yo- OMG IS THAT THOR 💜💓💕❤💕💖💓

May gets strawberry, Peter gets vanilla, Tony gets chocolate, Steve gets chocolate chip cookie dough, Bruce gets mint chocolate chip, Nat gets green tea, Thor gets rocky road, and Clint gets cookies and creme.

After, Thor slaps Peter on the shoulder and booms, "I have only heard about the War of the Stars. Would you care to enlighten me?"

Peter: "YES MR. THOR I WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO SHOW YOU STAR WARS OWO"

May's a little less pleased but they all head back to the apartment and pile in front of the TV.

Peter is squished between May and Tony on the sofa, Nat's occupying the little armchair, and Bruce, Steve, Thor, and Clint are scattered on the floor.

When they finish the second movie, Peter, who's feeling drowsy, leans into Tony.

"Thank you Mr. Stark," he mumbles, feeling all fuzzy and warm inside.

"You're welcome Pete." Tony ruffles Peter's hair, which smells like vanilla ice cream.

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drangues · 4 years ago

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Hey, it’s me again! Sorry if this is late, I went to do early voting with my mom, but! I am here now! And yes yes yes Atsushi and Kyouka are great together, they’re such nerds and it’s amazinggg- They’ve totally played some dumb jokes on each other, like that one clear wrap on the doorway prank. This doesn’t stop Kyouka from Bullying Dazai, though. She does that with glee because heart eyes or no it’s her Job and her Right as a baby sister. And! (Nyanon, 1/4)

Atsushi liking water gets even better because I looked it up and apparently tigers like water? Like, they use it to hunt and bath and cool sown and just swim. Please imagine Atsushi play hunting rubber ducks because Why Not. On the catnip thing, YES he’d be adorable but also I changed my mind on Dazai giving catnip brownies to him. You know who’d do that? Fukuzawa. Now the man keeps a stash of catnip spiked treats on him At All Times. (Nyanon, 2/4)

As for Hanahaki... Who said it was originally gonna be a baaad end? All I said was that Atsushi THINKS his feelings aren’t returned, and that the tiger can’t kill him... But if you wanna add in Dazai panicking and going on a rampage when he realizes that Atsushi is Sick but not who he’s sick for, then be my gueeesssttt~ Anyways, back to a Nyatsushi Concept: He says he isn’t but he’s deeply affected by laser pointers. (3/4)

im so sorry for taking so long to answer but i just waited for your fourth part but since it never really came i assume three parts was the only thing you had owo?? aNYWAYS-

good for you for voting!!! im proud uwuwu

kyouka and atsushi doing the doorway prank,,,so cliche yet so precious thank u very much thats much betta. TIGERS LIKE WATEERRR WE LOVE NYANON DOING RESEARCH WE STAN and atsushi playin with the rubber duckies,,,du d e *puts that in my To Draw list*

FUKUZAWAAAA PLSSS he would be Affectionate with atsushi even more when realising he has cat like attributes and surprisingly win almost all the time when kyouka and naomi do auctions on the photos/videos of atsushi doing Cat Things. tho ranpo would be the one pointing the laser just to tease the fuck outta atsushi dude i can FEEL it

AND FUCK U SMH SMH DAZAI WILL SAVE HIM IN DA END OF THE HANAHAKI HAPPY ENDING DEFINITELY-

#anon #ask #anon ask #ask anon #nyanon #nyatsushi anon #bsd

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poetryandnightmaress · 5 years ago

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☀️ All my favs are either the sweetest rays of a sunshine or edgy hellspawns that would sell my soul to Satan for a corn chip and there's barely an in-between. I do have a weakness for good anti-heroes or redeemed villains. I don't really know if I have any type regarding looks? I mean I have a thing for characters that are non-human/not entirely human but I wouldn't mind human characters either lmao

HEY FRIEND TAKE THIS GUY!!

I summouned Fafnir (Miss Kobayashis Maid Dragon) for you!!

Fafnir is a special case and almost became an f/o of mine. He hates human kind and wants to spread death and chaos, buuuut he can't manage to achieve this goal. He also is kind of reserved, but can rage really bad.

He's also a gamer, he loves Dark Souls a lot! And He starts to become an absolute nerd, and even starts to wear merch and stuff. Hope you like who I chose for you owo

(Sidenote: He has a dragon form (the one on the left)

#eldragon-uwu #self ship ask meme #self ship ask #self ship asks #f/o ask #f/o asks #f/o ask game

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steamberrystudio · 5 years ago

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hey sorry can you explain what tidal locked means?

We just talked about this on the server earlier!

A really simple way to look at it is that the planet rotates in a way so that it’s always day one side of the planet and always night on the other side.

But if you want a little more explanation:

Tidal locking is a phenomenon sometimes seen in celestial bodies where a planet or moon has a rotation that is in sync with its revolutions. So one rotation takes the same amount of time as it takes to revolve around its partner. The end result is that one side always faces the partner body. A great example of this is the moon, which is tidal locked to the earth. That’s why we can only ever see one side of the moon from the surface of the earth.

In planets, this would mean that one side always faces the star (so it’s always day time on this side of the planet) and one side always faces away from the star (so it’s always night time on this side).

There’s a lot of debate on what a tidal locked planet would be like and it’s really interesting to read all the theories. OWO *radiates science nerd*

What this means for the world of Altair in GS is a few different things:

-The outside environment can support life, but it’s not massively hospitable. It is always quite windy and there are frequent massive storms.

-The inhabitants of the world live in domed city-states that protect them from the harsh climate. The day side is mostly desert, but has a massive solar panel array that powers the cities on that side of the planet. The night side is a frigid waste that gets most of its power from geo-thermal vents. Unfortunately, the night side struggles to meet energy requirements and isn’t quite as well off as the day side, which has more than enough power to support its massive and wealthy cities.

-The only plants and liquid water are on a relatively thin strip of the planet where it’s caught in eternal evening. As you go more toward the day or night, the planet definitely becomes less hospitable. Does anyone live in this area??? OUO I WONDER.

Anyway, I hope that answered your question and gives some insight into what the world of Gilded Shadows will be like.

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wxrnpexce · 5 years ago

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|| or warren has it really bad for bambi and it gets him arrested. // some fun backstory for you owo

Hellllloooo guys. As usual, a quick disclaimer that the content below does contain mentions of violence, vague sexual undertones, use of drugs, alcohol, and details of organized crime. As always, if this is triggering to you in any way just give this one a skip n shoot me a dm.

Bambi is ALSO mentioned in this as he and Warren do happen to know each other!!! happy reading, nerds.

Warren wouldn’t concern himself with the how or why he’d been caught, his hands raised as instructed.

The lights were white, hot, blinding as they burned brightly over the warehouse. It was chaos as people pushed and shoved around the large man, all in an attempt to get away before they were arrested.

Warren wasn’t bulletproof, he knew. The others would claim that they knew nothing, maybe even throw their boss under the bus for everything if given a deal. There was no true loyalty to the peroxide blonde who ran their little organization. Not when so much money passed between hands. Not when so many things that humans craved were within reach -- millions of dollars hidden away in duffle bags paying billionaires for their work, any drug that one would ever crave in tight bundles now mostly scattered across the floor, and any weapon that a citizen here could ask for. This was just business as usual. For a price, Bambi Han could get you anything you wanted-- within reason, of course. And it was Warren's job to make sure things went smoothly.

It hadn’t always been like this, though.

Five years ago Warren was just a bartender. He’d been offered a job at an up and coming night club after another had closed. Again. Business as usual. Warren didn’t really think much of it. He was young, coasting through life. The only things he really cared about were his little puppy he’d just adopted and the games of call of duty that he found himself unintentionally ignoring his girlfriend for.

It was his first night on the job when he met the owner.

He was tall, thin, Leith really. He seemed to shimmer under the red lights that pulsed in the room. Warren hadn’t seen anyone like him.

He had come to the bar, plush mouth set in an unhappy line as he gazed at the shelving behind the bartender before he informed Warren of what he’d like to have-- of course, the then twenty-four-year-old was entirely far too caught up in the way that the other’s lids danced with what looked like little flecks of stars, how thick his eyelashes were. Fuck. He looked a lot like a painting to Warren's untrained, somewhat blurred vision. He was so terrible at remembering to put his contacts in before going to work.

“Excuse me… w-what?” He stammered out, sheepishly, nearly dropping the glass he’d been wiping down.

“A screwdriver,” This time the angel's tone was impatient, annoyed as the bartender didn’t catch that he didn’t want to talk. That he was absolutely only here to get fucked up and have a good time.

“R-right.” He managed, a nod causing then choppy locks to bounce with each motion.

As he sorted out the drink he couldn’t help but glance occasionally at this being that stood only separate to him by fault of a few solid inches of black, shimmering Formica. They didn’t speak after that, not for nearly a year.

Warren had gazed at the blonde entity almost nightly, eyes always seeming to train to the daydream that the other workers would casually reveal was the bar owner over drinks a few weeks after the first night Warren laid eyes on him. It didn’t take much more than a google search to realize that Bambi Han certainly had an interesting life. An excommunicated hotel heir with more scandals back home in Korea than one could maintain in their single lifetime. He had an obvious taste for parties, as there was seldom a night that the prince himself didn’t grace the court with his presence. And the near-cult Instagram following that surpassed the numbers that many musicians held. These were all so interesting to Warren as he tended to keep to himself. Though he was tall, certifiably jacked, and knew how good he looked, the then bartender liked to go to bars and actually drink, not with the intention of a hook up — not when he had a gorgeous Veronica always pining for his attention— to go home and play a few rounds of whatever first-person shooter he fancied, and then pass out in a corner. He didn’t do much. Not that he wanted that to change.

It seemed like Bambi liked the negative attention.

Or at least, it seemed that way to Warren who had the luck of getting to carry Bambi away from a particularly messy argument.

He hadn’t heard what it was about, he didn’t know who was right. All he knew was that the club owner had been sat at the end of the bar and Warren learned a long time ago that Bambi liked his glass to remain full. No matter how many times it was refilled-- he didn’t care, he liked to feel like his glass would never empty. So Warren made sure that illusion was fulfilled. So, every so often the bartender would top up the glass, catching fragments of a conversation that slowly soured though Bambi was continually laughing. Eventually, the skinny girls, all equally as shiny and glittery (though still managing to be dull in comparison to the heir), who surrounded him wore frowns, their dates tensing. Warren knew better than to let this keep going, but before his long frame could meet with the end of the bar he heard the shattering of glass.

Bambi was soaked through when Warren had exited the bar, tossing the rag to the other bartender on sight as he did. This was a job that many of them had had to do, and tonight it was Warren's turn.

“Bambi, hey, it’s time to go. Let’s get you dried up, alright?” Warren said, wincing as shards of glass clung to the white button-up that was all but draped over wide shoulders. Had he not been afraid of Bambi hurting himself, he might have taken the time to note what a vision this blonde was. The glass catching the light, his skin looking as though it were marble-- cold to the touch and smooth--, and his eyes wide and a vibrant blue that was inhuman in nature. Who the fuck got to look like that?

Bambi hadn’t stopped talking, though. In fact, it seemed he was making things worse. The other parties were talking over one another and while Warren wasn’t exactly sure where the glass was from, he was certain that more of it would become a part of their equation if he didn’t get Bambi out of there soon.

Hoisting someone whose net worth was more that you would ever see in your lifetime over your shoulder went over about as well as could be expected. Complaints about his clothes being ruined, how he was depreciating in value each second they touched, something about poor hands. It was all accompanied by slaps to his back, squirming. God, if he didn’t think Bambi was gorgeous he’d find him to be such a pain in the ass.

Well… he guessed Bambi could still be hot and annoying as fuck.

And that began their relationship.

Bambi would run his mouth, get himself into trouble, and Warren would be there to do damage control. After a couple of years, he found himself working on Bambi’s personal security, which paid a fuck ton better than breaking up bar fights and pouring drinks.

During that time Warren had grown a bit attached to the blonde, even growing close enough to gently brush away peroxide strands when they spoke to one another. The conversations always superficial and fleeting, but enough to sate Warren’s obvious desire for the others time.

He’d eventually broken things off with Veronica, his attention stretched far too thin… And…. well, he couldn’t bring himself to stay with someone when his eyes would skirt over the pale thighs of his own boss.

This alone got him farther than kisses with her ever had. It was frustrating because he was terribly aware that this interest had turned to obsession. He’d never had a crush before, had never experienced someone not giving him the time of day or liking him back. Warren was attractive and yet Bambi never even batted a lash at him.

Security detail was weird. He hadn’t really known what to expect when agreeing to Bambi’s drunken pleas to have Warren join, but it certainly wasn’t driving his dinged up kia to a hot pink Palace that looked like it fit better in a Disney movie than in real life.

How did someone afford this sort of thing in the middle of the city anyway?

So many questions.

Maybe he should have expected it, though. Bambi was eccentric in his own ways. While he had a personality on the surface that you could toss a rock into a crowd of models and ten of them share, there were things about it that were obviously false. Bambi wasn’t really this person, no matter how much he liked to pretend that he was. At least, Warren thought so.

Maybe working so closely with him would show that.

A few weeks into his job he learned a few things. First, Bambi didn’t do much. Most days he roused from sleep late into the afternoon, hair a mess of blonde knots and wearing little more than a silk robe -- if that -- and it would leave Warren blushing. He often spent his days drinking by the pool or playing a poorly concealed DS. Second, Bambi was excessively nerdy. He played video games throughout his day, referenced comic books to other guards, blogged quietly about anime he'd seen, and even wore shirts with various characters printed onto them. Which was a shock to Warren's senses? Even More So when Bambi invited him for a round of Halo.

“Warren,” Bambi was leaning through a slightly ajar door as Warren scrolled aimlessly through his phone. Dark hair brushed back casually, a black button-up and jeans his uniform. A sidearm on his hip. He’d never had a job where he needed a gun before.

He raised his gaze up from the phone, breath catching as he realized that Bambi was shuffling around in a button-up up a few sizes too large that struggled to cling to his frame without slipping one way or the other. Marilyn came to mind.

“Yeah?” He breathed, phone tucking away into his back pocket as he rightened his form.

“Can you come play a round of Halo with me? I’m… really bored.” He asked, features mirroring someone much younger than his years as a pout formed. Warren really couldn’t say no to that.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll just let one of the other guys know--”

“No, it’s fine. It’s only for a couple of rounds and honestly, if you’re with me I think i’d be a lot better protected than if you’re just standing in my hallway like a really poorly placed decoration. Come on, it’s like I'm paying you to play games. It’ll be fun.”

He weighed the options, lower lip tucked between his teeth. What if this was a test? What if Bambi was seeing how easily swayed his security was? Warren had wanted time alone to get to know Bambi since the night that they had met. He’d wanted a chance to speak to him about the feelings he was developing for the other. Maybe even segway into a date if he could find the words. This was all a risk he was willing to take.

“ Yeah, okay.”

And just like that, they were settled in Bambi’s bedroom floor, a large tv on the far wall showing a title page and bags of chips strewn about. It really did look like a teenage boy had been living in this painfully pink, low-lit room. Warren didn’t know how many rounds they had gone through, swears ringing through the room as they took turns losing to one another. Playful shoves to throw the other off. It was as if they had somehow become friends in the time that they’d played. In the few years that they had known each other, they had only been able to share short conversations. The weather. Work. Some new song that was playing at the club. General rules. Never had they interacted like this. Warren’s heart felt so full.

He turned his head to the other, a grin on his lips and a caty remark on his tongue, but he finally realized why Bambi had been losing so badly this round. His eyes, heavy-lidded and a sparkling blue, were on Warren. He blushed furiously. “Is… there something on my face?” He asked sheepishly. Bambi gave a small shake of his head as his gaze scanned over Warren’s features in a motion that was far too slow and calculated for Warren’s comfort.

Dainty fingers stroked along his jaw and Warren felt a heat trailing behind the touch, his own hand reaching up to wrap around the much smaller one. While it had been a fantasy of his to have Bambi looking at him like this more than once, a part of him knew that this was absolutely a line that they shouldn’t cross. On the tip of his tongue, his lips parting to speak, Warren was going to voice this but before anything could come forward, mouths brushed over one another, thin fingers moving into his hair, and for the first time in his life, Warren had absolutely no idea what to do with himself. Did he rest his hands ever so lightly on narrow hips? Did he pull him closer? What was he supposed to do here?

“This is okay,” Bambi had said, lips ghosting over his own.

That was really all he needed before they closed the distance once again, lips meeting properly this time.

They met like this a few times, secretly sharing heated kisses in the darkened corners of his home. Becoming… intimate.

There had even been times that they had gotten together in warrens new Jeep.

It was far more than he’d ever expected. Were they together? What did this mean?

While Warren was head over heels for this gorgeous Blonde, they still didn’t text normally. They still hardly spoke. But did they need to when in the moments that they were alone they could be so vocal?

That’s why he didn’t have any issue standing here, hands held up and steady as police chatter seemed to overtake the entire warehouse.

He didn’t have any issue when cool metal and rough hands were around his wrists. Who else would make sure that Bambi’s name stayed clear? No one else really cared if everything Bambi had built came crumbling down between his pretty fingers. Warren cared. He cared a lot.

He wore a stone face in interrogation, his jaw set.

“I don’t know anything.”

#ayooo #its long #have at it #;selfpara #c

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mcnypieces · 5 years ago

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HEY HEY HEY. You are GREAT. I love Kid and Barto and Bellamy—I love all the ones I’ve seen you right so far. I have to lurk on your blog more. OwO/ BUT YEEE. Keep doing what you’re doing! \o/

@worstxgen // : 🐇 🐇 🐇

hhhh I’m so soft you guys!! I’m happy to see specifics, too. Ever since adding Kid I’ve been having such a great time getting attached to him and watching the chaos unfold. He’s so unapologetic and brash! I’m happy he was requested and brought to me at all and it makes me even happier knowing I’m doing him some sort of justice. And of course Barto and Bellamy are my little punk kids… I’ve always been attached to them. Bellamy’s such a rascal! I was a bit worried he wasn’t going to get as much attention compared to the others but I am pleasantly surprised by the fact he’s garnered quite a bit and then some ( wink wonks @jyargal )! He’s quite the big puppy. Then again, it’s rather hard not to love him after seeing him act like that. And Barto was one of my first choices to bring here, of the original four I first planned. My big rooster nerd! I’m sure everybody relates to him and his adoration for the people/things he admires. I know I do! I can’t get over how much of a goofball he is.

They all have a similar brash nature but each have their own degree of slides between how wild and how soft they can be and honestly playing out each in such different ways has been such a treat.

I will certainly keep trying my best to deliver upon you the Good Punk Content™!! And I look ever forward to continuing to thread with you, too! You know I adore Drake and Law. It really is so nice to see a Drake here!! You’ve definitely pulled me into thinking about and loving him more than I ever thought I would since we’ve started talking!

#|| thank everything that is holy the asks are back #also!!#I'm so sorry I'm #here I am gushing about MY BOYS #''bunny stop coughing up emotions''#I CAN'T HELP IT I'M SOFT #but really!! thank you!! ||#❥ // * … won’t kill them ( answer. )#❥ // * the rabbit stowaway ( ooc. )#worstxgen

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internationalspacehobo · 6 years ago

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okay i was gonna do this yesterday but here’s a list of the non-pre-revisionist (post-revisionist? revised?) MTG novels

==Artifacts==

The Artifacts novels revolve around Urza, one of the most emblematic characters from the entire Magic setting. There’s older novels but this is where the story as we know it today really started. Even if you only got into mtg as recently as Dominaria, some of those elements appeared here for the first time. Jhoira, Karn, and Teferi are all introduced here.

In terms of the game; these novels vaguely correspond to about a dozen sets: Antiquities, the Dark, Fallen Empires, Mirage, Weatherlight, Visions, Tempest, Stronghold, Exodus, Urza’s Saga, Urza’s Legacy, and Urza’s Destiny.

The Brother's War (1998)

Planeswalker (1998)

Time Stream (1999)

Bloodlines (1999)

==Ice Age==

What happens when you blow up the world with a magic nuke? You get millenia of frost covering your entire planet. If you’re curious about who that apparently ancient wizard that Jhoira talked to during Dominaria was, or how Jaya Ballard might have been when she was Chandra’s age, this is the cycle you’re looking for.

The Gathering Dark (1999)

The Eternal Ice (2000)

The Shattered Alliance (2000)

The resolution to this block was released six years later, for the small set Coldsnap (the one I started playing with!). I’ve archived it as best as I could [here].

==Masquerade==

These books revolve (mostly) around Gerrard Capashen (the result of Urza’s generations-long eugenics project), and the crew of the Weatherlight (notice how much of this stuff shows up in Dominaria?).

It also marks the start of magic getting one story per non-core set! Which they kept up all the way until Lorwyn / Shadowmoor*; almost always naming the novels after the set they correspond to (with some exceptions).

Rath and Storm (1998) (Not technically part of the cycle anymore, but was originally the first book of the story. Wizards just like to shift shit around)

Mercadian Masques (1999)

Nemesis (2000)

Prophecy (2000)

*aside from Legends, which has always done its own thing

==Invasion==

Invasion closes up the Weatherlight storyline, with the Phyrexian invasion of Dominaria.

The Thran (1999) is not part of any of the cycles (published originally as a prequel to the invasion cycle, then later re-published as the last bit of the artifacts cycle), since it takes place thousands of years before the very beginning of the story.

Invasion (2000)

Planeshift (2001)

Apocalypse (2001)

==Odyssey==

The Urza / Weatherlight saga is over! 21 sets, 15 novels, 7 years, and a shit ton of cards later, we get to discover a whole buncha new characters. Not gonna lie, I have never read up on the story of professional Beefy Boy Kamahl. I know it sets up the Cabal (eh? eh? sound familiar?) and the Mirari, and gets a couple shout outs in cards in Dominaria, but I’m lost beyond that.

Odyssey (2000)

Chainer's Torment (2001)

Judgement (2001)

==Onslaught==

The continuation of the Odyssey cycle! Kamahl does some stuff, his sister fuses with an angel and I think someone else as well and becomes an almost god? Or something? Magic got wild for a while, I’m not gonna lie.

Onslaught (2002)

Legions (2003)

Scourge (2003)

==Legends==

Hey how about some unrelated characters? We all love legendary cards right? Do you like furries? If you answered “uh... i guess?” to all of these then boy is the first Legends cycle for you!

Johan (2001)

Jedit (2001)

Hazezon (2002)

Man, sure seems like nothing relevant to the modern story has happened in a while, huh? We got to follow good ole’ Jedit Ojannen do his thing for a bit. Man, and that was only the first half. The second one probably isn’t any better, huh? Apparently the bad guy is named “Nicol Bolas”? Who came up with THAT name, huh? Doesn’t sound like an intimidating and long running villain, if I’m gonna be honest. I doubt we’ll see him again.

Assassin's Blade (2002)

Emperor's Fist (2003)

Champion's Trial (2003)

==Mirrodin==

*notices your new focus on exploring worlds beyond dominaria* OwO what’s this?

The Mirrodin block marks the beginning of the Modern format, and a new focus on exploring new worlds instead of just tangientially mentioning them in relation to Dominaria! It still continues with the publishing format of one book per non-core set but we finally get to what I think attracts most people to the lore: the exploration of other worlds, with their own stories, characters, and even fundamental laws of physics.

The Mirrodin set revolves around the completely metallic plane of Argentum, created by our old buddy Karn (you might remember him from the very beginning; or the Dominaria storyline, if you’re working your way backwards), and what wild shit happens there during his absence.

The Moons of Mirrodin (2003)

The Darksteel Eye (2004)

The Fifth Dawn (2004)

==Kamigawa==

What an incredible setting, and what a let down of mechanics. Kamigawa is actually formed of two worlds: the material world and the world of spirits (or kami, as they’re called here). When a spirit is kidnapped by the humans, O-Kagachi, lord of all things, declares a war to take back That Which Was Taken.

Kamigawa was (until the Dominaria set) the only set that had legendary creatures at uncommon! They came up with a bunch of wild stuff, like ”arcane” spells, which are a sort of proto-tribal mechanic, and cards you could flip around to become different cards. This was before I started playing so I couldn’t tell you how it played at the time; but apparently it was a commercial failure. Here’s hoping we get to revisit it someday (maybe with Tamiyo?).

Outlaw: Champions of Kamigawa (2004)

Heretic: Betrayers of Kamigawa (2005)

Guardian: Saviors of Kamigawa (2005)

==Ravnica==

The original introduction of the most popular plane in the history of magic: the gathering!! If you’re even vaguely interested in the story of the game you know what Ravnica is; so I’ll just leave it at: Cop Mystery Drama Set on Ravnica. Also: the Guildpact, when it was an all encompassing legal-magic-spell, and not a skinny nerd in a blue cloak.

Ravnica: City of Guilds (2005)

Guildpact (2006)

Dissension (2006)

==Time Spiral==

After 3 years of planeswalking, covering 3 blocks of 3 sets each, we finally make it back to Dominaria (the plane)! Modern Horizons before Modern Horizons; Dominaria (the set) before Dominaria (the set). Glimpses of the past, an alternative reality where everything is just slightly shifted, and visions of what the future might hold.

Time Spiral (2006)

Planar Chaos (2007)

Future Sight (2007)

==Lorwyn / Shadowmoor==

Fairy tales, a self contained story that doesn’t require any previous knowledge of the lore, and also isn’t required reading to understand any of the later stuff. What more do you want?

Llorwyn (2007)

Morningtide (2008)

Shadowmoor (2008)

Eventide (2008)

#long post #mtg story

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tikitm · 6 years ago

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hiiii

ive been getting back into the writing groove by writing small drabbles and little one shots here and there - but @owo-uwu-begonethot gave me this prompt and i wrote a little something for it and it actually came out reall well !! its a 5 +1, but its not that long i swear.

i wasn’t sure if i should post it on AO3 so we’ll see

enjoy ^^

5 Times Peter Asked For A Hug and 1 Time He Didn’t Have To

1. Tony Stark

“Sad” wasn’t a word one would usually use to describe Peter Parker.

Peter Parker was an optimistic, always-smiling kid who always went above and beyond for the people he loved - he was rarely upset. He was like a breath of fresh air to all the people in the compound because he would never, ever let a rainy day ruin the mood. A simply smile went a long way - Tony had noticed this with his time with Peter.

But sometimes he forgot that Peter was just a kid - a kid who had been through way too much for his age. A kid who needed comfort too.

And that fact hit Tony square in the face when the kid - his kid - walks into the living room with his eyes red-rimmed and tear tracks on his cheeks. Tony couldn’t do anything more than watch as Peter stumbled over to him, his head down and his breaths jumpy and shaky.

“...Kid?” Tony spoke cautiously, as if talking to a wild animal. He waited patiently for a response, watching as Peter wiped his eyes and looked up, but didn’t meet Tony’s eyes.

“C… can I please have a hug?” The teenager asked horsley, and Tony freezed up a bit.

He… never really ‘did’ hugs. Tony had never received a lot of hugs when he was a child, so he just grew up thinking that he didn’t really need to hug. Besides the occasional hugs from Pepper, he wouldn’t let anyone else hug him.

But…

Seeing Peter - the kid he had sworn to protect - crying and asking for something he wouldn’t normally ask for, and looking so upset…

Tony bit back a sigh and opened his arms, his heart cracking just a little bit as a choked sob made its way out of Peter’s throat. The teenager then tucked himself into Tony, wrapping his arms around the man as he hugged back.

“Damn, kid… you’re making me go soft.” Tony whispered jokingly, smiling a little when a small laugh sounded from Peter. After that, he went silent, nothing making noise aside from the small sniffles and sobs from the boy. Tony began to card his fingers through Peter’s hair, hoping it would bring some kind of comfort to him, and bit back a laugh when Peter seemed to melt into him more.

Tony would find out what was bothering him later. For now, he would just stay here like this, with his kid, giving Peter the comfort he needed.

And that was enough.

2. Steve Rogers

Steve found Peter in the training room at 3 in the morning, hitting a punching bag with all the force he could muster. From the distance, Steve thought he was just training (but why would he be up at this hour??), but as he got closer, he could see the tears that were running down Peter’s cheeks. With a small cry (of rage?? Sorrow?? Steve couldn’t tell.), Peter landed a hard blow on the punching bag and sent it flying across the room.

Peter heaved in breaths as he stood in the middle of the room, looking so impossibly small and sad. Steve couldn’t just stand there and do nothing, so he cleared his throat and stood a little straighter, calling out to the boy softly.

“Peter-” He stopped when Peter whipped his head around, clearly alarmed. “...hey. What are you doing up so late?” Steve managed to soften his voice a little more in an effort to calm Peter down - make him realize that he was in no immediate danger.

“Heh. Hi Mister Captain America Steve Rogers, sir.” Peter wiped his eyes in a vain attempt to hide the tears. “I just couldn’t sleep. I guess that’s why you’re down here, too?”

“...you’re right.” Steve smiled, albeit awkwardly and weakly, and moved to take a couple of steps forward. “But you’re a growing boy, you know. You need sleep.”

“...You sound like Tony.” Peter mumbled, and even though there was a smile on his face, it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Steve suppressed a small sigh and put his hand on Peter’s shoulder, internally wincing when the teenager flinched a tiny bit.

“...What’s bothering you, Peter?” Steve asked softly, not expecting the second wave of fresh tears that had suddenly washed over Peter. Peter sniffled, and the next words that came out of his mouth really caught Steve off-guard.

“...Can I please have a hug?” Peter whimpered, scrubbing at his face rather harshly.

Steve would be damned if he didn’t give this kid a hug.

And the fact that the boy was so small caught up to him when Peter got swallowing up by Steve’s arms, practically disappearing when he melted into the hug.

3. Natasha

Natasha didn’t exactly do… emotions.

(Well - that was one way to put it.)

Being trained and brought up as an assassin, Natasha was always taught that you had to suppress your feelings in order to get through a mission - nothing could stop you from getting to the goal that you set and that you had.

However, ever since moving in with the only family she’d ever had, she was beginning to open up more - she was beginning to learn how to express herself more.

And that all started with a little someone name Peter Parker who also happened to be a spider.

(That was the first thing he had said to her after he got over his initial shock - ‘hey! We’re both spiders! Isn’t that cool?!’)

Natasha had found the boy sniffling to himself in the kitchen as he grabbed a cup with shaking hands from the cabinet above him. The Black Widow found herself frowning as she walked into the kitchen casually, not really sure how to attack this problem, but determined to nonetheless.

“Hey, Parker.” She said lowly, and Peter jumped in surprise. He blinked, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

“O-oh! Hello, Miss Black Widow Natasha, m’am. Miss.” He said quickly, blinking rapidly as if to stop his tears from spilling over. She offered him a small smile and reached for a cup herself, trying to remain casual. Maybe if they just talked, he would feel better? Clint would just talk to her when she felt a bit… down. Maybe this would work for Peter?

“What drink are you going to get? I was thinking a cup of water for myself.” Natasha said, albeit awkwardly, walking over to the refrigerator to fill her cup.

“...I-I was actually just going to get some apple juice,” Peter replied from behind her, his voice all shaky and wobbly. Natasha frowned once more and turned around to face the teenager who wouldn’t even look her in the eye.

“...what’s the matter, Peter?”

There was a small period of silence where none of them said anything, the only noise being Natasha slowly putting her cup down on the counter. Should she have gone for the direct approach? That was a bad idea, it see-

“...Can I please have a hug, Miss Natasha?” Peter asked weakly, finally looking at her in the eyes.

A hug? Natasha wasn’t sure if she was the most qualified for a hug, but… when she looked at Peter, a surge of… protectiveness (??) swelled in her chest. He was always so… bright and happy. It was time for someone to make him feel safe.

So, she smiled. “Of course, Peter.”

She wrapped her arms around him gently, giving him room to step back if need be. After a couple of seconds of sniffles, she whispered quietly, “I got you, паук.”

And even thought Peter probably didn’t know what that meant, it made him cry even harder.

4. Bruce

Bruce had never met anyone who had been excited to see him for him and not the Hulk.

And yet, when he first met Peter Parker, the boy had almost thrown up with excitement.

Peter was a science nerd, it was obvious, and went on and on about how he had read all of Bruce’s lab reports and papers on every single research topic he did, and how he used them for multiple school assignments.

Peter was busy with school a lot (God knows how he kept up with both school and Spider-Man), which was why Bruce wasn’t very surprised when he found Peter on the floor of the labs with multiple papers scattered around him. What he was surprised about, though, was the constant flow of tears that made their way down Peter’s face.

“Peter!’ Bruce couldn’t stop himself before he exclaimed the boy’s name, causing Peter to whip around, his eyes wide and his lip quivering. Bruce realized his error almost immediately.

“O-oh, Doctor Banner, I’m sorry, I’ll get out of your hair right now I promise let me just pick up all of your papers-” Peter said, panicked as he scrambled to pick up all of his papers.

“No, no, no, Peter, don’t-” Bruce quickly made his way over to stop Peter, letting out a small sigh when he managed to stop the boy. “I’m fine with you staying here. But what’s the matter? Is it something in your homework?”

Peter shook his head and let all his papers fly to the floor, looking down at his feet. He opened his mouth, closed it again, shuddered and wrapped his arms around himself. “...Can I have a hug? Please?” He asked quickly, as if he was ashamed of of the question.

“...Of course, Peter.” Bruce didn’t even hesitate - Peter had shown such kindness to him. There was no way he was just going to leave Peter hanging to dry by himself.

Peter let out a small, soft sob and allowed himself to be enveloped in a hug from the Doctor, relaxing when Bruce began to shush him and rub his back.

“It’s okay… it’s okay…”

5. Clint

“Hey, Spider-Child, I’ve been looking all over for - you…” Clint’s cheery hop-in from the vents into the living room was stopped abruptly when he caught sight of the teenager, laying in the fetal position on the couch and crying silently.

Clint was at a loss. He wasn’t sure whether he should just turn like nothing ever happened (it would spare Parker the ‘embarrassment’ of having someone see him cry), or he could stay and try to comfort the boy.

The parent in him pushed the first option away immediately. He couldn’t abandon a crying child and leave them all alone - whenever there was someone crying, comforting had to be done, and Clint wasn’t about to just hightail it out of there to give Peter privacy.

They were a team - and team sticks together like glue.

Like a family.

“Oh, shhhhhooot, Parker.” Clint winced at himself - winced at how phony and awkward he sounded. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Hey Peter, bud - want to talk about it?” He sat on the edge of the couch, close enough so that he could see Peter, but far enough that if Peter wanted to sit up, or get up to leave, he could do so.

Peter remained silent, so Clint just kept on talking. “I know times can get tough, bud, but you have to come to talk to one of us when you do. We’re here for you. And I know it’s hard to adapt to that, but you really have to understand that. You can’t just bottle things up and hope they’ll go away - and we’ll talk to you. I’m always available! I’ll show you my secret place in the vents!” He lowered his voice at the last part, smiling when Peter gave a small, watery laugh. Clint’s smiled softened as he reached over and rested his hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Do you need anything?”

There was a small moment of silence before the question was asked: “Can I please have a hug?”

Without skipping a beat, Clint replied: “Of course, bud. Sit up, though. I don’t want to lay on you and crush you for a hug.”

(Clint was 99% sure Peter could hear the swell of happiness in his chest when Peter laughed in reply and allowed the archer’s arms to encircle him.)

+1. Thor

“Ah! If it isn’t the Man of Spiders!” Thor’s voice boomed and echoed through the hallway as electric eyes settled on the small figure walking down the hallway. This ‘small figure’ seemed to flinch a little bit, but Thor carried on, passing it off as the initial shock of hearing his loud voice. “Tell me, spiderling - how has your day been? Care to sit on the couch with me and watch The Show of Friends? Tony tells me that it is very funny!”

There was a small passing moment of silence, and Thor was about to repeat himself, but a small voice stopped him from doing so.

“...w-with all due respect, Mister Thor,” Peter’s voice sounded… weird. Like he was trying to hold back a sob. “No thank you. M-maybe another time?” The teenager still hadn’t turned around, much to Thor’s dismay.

And Thor knew that something was 100% wrong.

“...Talk to me, Man of Spiders. Perhaps we could chat about what ails you over a nice cup of tea or hot chocolate. Trust me, keeping things to yourself is never the answer!” Thor jogged so that he was right behind Peter with a bright grin on his face. There was another passing moment with absolute silence. Peter had not moven from his spot except for the small tremors that shook his shoulders. “Please, turn around so we can talk-”

With a heaving sigh (that sounded suspiciously like a sob), Peter turned around, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater. “N-no thank you, Mister Thor. I promise I’m fine, I just have something in my eye.”

Thor frowned. He wasn’t emotionally inept! The Man of Spiders was hurting! And he had to do something - such a precious child could not be upset! So, before thinking things through, Thor enveloped Peter in a hug that left him enough room to move away if he wanted to, but tight enough so that he could feel safe. If someone was crying, that meant they didn’t feel safe and was upset, right? Comfort was in order!

To Thor’s surprise, Peter began to laugh hysterically. Then, as he suspected, those laughs began to dissolve into small sobs, then Peter began to sob openly, clutching onto Thor’s shirt with his hands. Thor shushed him softly, reaching up to rub his back in small, slow circles.

“I have you, Peter. Everything is going to be okay. I promise.”

#peter parker #tony stark #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #clint barton #bruce banner #thor odinson #marvel #avengers #can you tell i like angst #not sure if i should post it on ao3 thinking emoji #eh ill figure it out

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doki-doki-dany · 6 years ago

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@terristre I’m putting these two together because it is a good opportunity to explain Polly lore

Once upon a time history club president and alpha nerd Neo decided to take his squad on a field trip to the local old church and cemetery because history. Being a natural born good-boy and respectful noodle Neo takes the time to straighten up a fallen-over tombstone and wipe off some dirt. LOW AND BEHOLD THAT TOMBSTONE HAPPENED TO BELONG TO A CERTAIN LONELY GHOST GIRL

fast forward a week or two and Neo is STRESSED!

“weird things keep happening!!!! stuff in my room is getting rearranged and there’s all these cold spots and idk man i think i might be haunted!????” so he is panicking and goes to the wise and all powerful Hazel for assistance!

And Hazel’s like “yeah alright lmao sure you’re hauntedddddd let me get some sage and perform a cleansing ceremony” *half asses it* “oh shit wait you are haunted????????? OwO this is beyond my paygrade let’s get an expert in the afterlife??”

so Mimsy pops in (whydoeseverythinkthislocaldumbassknowsanythingwhoknows) but hey mimsy is like “oh my look at this sweet little ghost girl awww Neo i think she likes you!!!”

Turns out that ghost flirting just looks a lot like malicious haunting??? She was just trying to return the favor and tidy up his room but apparently that can be unsettling when an unseen force starts folding your clothes?? who knew.

So suddenly Neo is all shOOKETH but in a good way because SHELIKESME someone help this boy he does not know how to relationship. and Neo starts dating Polly but its a really weird relationship because he can’t hear or see her (except for when she wears the sheet) and she’s illiterate so she can’t like write him notes but they are still happy and it somehow works??? it’s just lots of quiet time hanging out and sometimes Neo reads aloud to her and its all very sweet and tender and they are good kids!!!!! Polly views Neo as like her dopey savior boy that is so nice to her and Neo is just like “hOLY shIT A GURL” and he adores how sweet and well-meaning she is.

Polly still has a beef with Hazel over the whole sage and botched exorcism thing! (Ouch that shit hurt!) and there’s also some jealousy issues playing in because Neo and Hazel are pretty good friends and Neo may have had an unrequited crush on Hazel for oh about three years- Polly is protective of HER MAN. but like Polly doesn’t hate Hazel she might just.. you know... cause small ghostly inconveniences.

#geesh this was long #my ocs #oc world: monster life #hazel #neo #polly

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disneydreamlights · 6 years ago

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Heather Plays KH3: Day 2

THAT WAS SO INTENSE OMG.

YOZORA!!!

I love the little green man.

They really are going for this, aren’t they????

Man, that mech section really is easy.

Poor Buzz. He probably needs hugs.

“Oh that’s right, you’re from a video game” Savage Buzz.

I love that Woody’s the one who believes Sora but not Buzz. Because Buzz once believed he wasn’t a toy for so long he wouldn’t want to encourage the delusions. While Woody would believe because he’s looking for weird explanation.

GOOFY SAVAGE.

ANTI FORM!!!!!!!!!!!

“That’s good thinking for you.” XD

I LOVE BUZZ AND WOODY’S FRIENDSHIP

MY WIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Buzz why you foreshadowing like that.

I love them but I hate them.

IT’S A SQUARE ENIX GAME.

XEHANORT LEAVE THEM ALONE!!!!!

FUCK YOU XEHANORT.

HEY UM WHAT THE FUCK.

I was joking but BUZZ WAS ACTUALLY NORTED????????

IT’S A CACTAUR.

Oh that hurts knowing how much Eraqus and Xehanort cared for each other.

What song is this it’s awesome. It sounds like Tears of Light but awesomer.

Noo. No don’t tell me that’s what he’s…FUCK.

LEAVE HER ALONE DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE.

Shut up Donald, no you’re not.

Toy Box Sora Donald Goofy count: 2

NAMINE!

“Am I why he looks the way he does?” I’d love to know the answer to this question are you Riku?

THIS IS ONE OF MY TOP TWO ANTICIPATED WORLDS. OWO

IT SOUNDS LIKE SEE THE LIGHT I’M EMOTIONAL.

I’m gonna get so lost in this world but that’s okay. I’m thriving.

“My three sidekicks” you don’t even know us.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Him paralleling to Punzie and then talking about them.

Sora just be nice.

Hello.

HEY MARLUXIA ARE YOU PROJECTING.

This is so pure. ;w;

Loving that Sora sarcasm at Marluxia.

Lauriam…what are you planning…?

That was…weird.

Nobody’s buying your act Gothel.

THEY BROKE IT. “Sora Goofy Donald” that’s not allowed.

From a beautiful rendition of Kingdom Dance right into my favorite scene in the movie.

They did such a good job recreating this scene. ;w;

Noooooooooo, not this. ;w;

Shut up Marluxia. ;w;

So they lost their status after KH1? Okay then. Sure.

Oh he’s dead.

Man Corona is such a pure world. ;w;

Good boy Max. Good boy.

There’s that stabbing the E10 is for.

Wait what happened to Gothel? Do we not have a boss fight or something?

OOOOOH.

I’m so glad Donald got his act together in the game it mattered most.

Fangirling over the Disney parts like I haven’t seen them before.

WHY IS THIS SCENE THAT’S GETTING ME I’VE SEEN IT BEFORE INI THE MOVIE.

You’re the only one who thinks it’s a good name Goofy.

Hey Flynn what are those “Fitzherberty secrets” you’re gonna share with Punzie. *waggles eyebrows*

Eh????

Kingdom of Corona Sora Donald Goofy count: 1

OH SO THAT WAS VEXEN IN THE TRAILER.

Oof, Axel you fucked up.

Damn Vexen, you a Heartless bitch.

God I hate boss fights in the Gummi Ship.

…I think the game just spoiled me for that pretty sky place???

Man the writing is on point. Five worlds and nothing but laughs and a genuine Disney feel. Kingdom Hearts III refound its heart.

WAIT IS THIS POST MONSTERS INC???? WHY IS SULLEY THE CEO WHY ARE THEY CALLING THE CDA WHAT’S HAPPENING???

SHE DID THE TWO YEAR OLD THING AAAAAAAAAAH MY INNER PSYCHOLOGIST IS HAPPY.

I like how Sora knew the Unversed weren’t Heartless.

Am I underleveled? That felt harder than it should’ve?

Mike and Sulley’s confusion is a gift.

THIS IS POST MONSTERS INC THIS IS SO CUTE.

…I love this.

Hi Randall.

Boo is adorable and I love her and will adopt her.

Y’all go for screams though??? Not sadness?

Sora you can barely use a phone stop trying.

MIKE SHE’S TWO. SHE DOESN’T KNOW TENNIS.

THEY BROUGHT BACK THE FACE.

Randall…what are you doing?

Vanitas making an Unversed is fascinating.

That was close…I really need Cura.

Okay that fight was actually kinda annoying and difficult.

…I mean Mike’s not wrong.

Go Sora, much better than Smashing the door.

I mean hell yeah Vanitas! But also the fact that he’s wearing his suit under the cloak is hilarious.

Love that he remembered the cathedral though.

Sora and Ven screaming out Vanitas’s name holy shit.

…That was a treat.

Monstropolis Sora Donald Goofy count: 0

Okay Sora what???

Roxas, Xion, and Ven. Ansem found them. :o

HE HAS XION’S MEMORIES????

“That’s not related” but can he count?

MY WIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How interesting…

What???????

Watching Aqua fight is like queens only.

Wait so she did get norted???????????

I guess I’m doing 100 Acre Woods before Frozen??? Okay. I always forget about this world in my world count. Can I skip this one. Is it required to finish the story? Can I beat it later?

Mickey are you making fun of Yen Sid? Are you really? Goddammit Mickey.

Awww, Lumpy’s cute. owo

There are…quick and easy…but lame.

…Gopher reminds me of the Beaver in Lady and the Tramp.

Nooooooooo, this hurts. ;w;

Sora’s growing up, he won’t be back, will he?

Arendelle time, finally.

He asked for a coat from Donald. Somebody give the poor boy a coat. ;w;

Oh come on Sora, Elsa knows about Rapunzel.

…Sora you’re a dumbass.

…Nerds.

Yeah I know Elsa, I don’t really get it either.

Larxene!!!

“Not unless her name’s Terra” “Excuse me, I’m right here!”

Larxene’s a badass queen tell me I’m wrong.

Oh, we finally got to see her Nobodies. Awesome.

Arendelle Sora Donald Goofy cout:

#Heather Plays KH3 #Kingdom Hearts III Spoilers #KH3 Spoilers

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linssins · 7 years ago

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* Sorta! Unfortunately a lot of it I don’t have anymore since my hard drive died;; I guess I might as well post what I have here xD

1. The Royal Detectives

Basically a short comic series where Detective Frisk, Officer Flowey, and Doctor MK try to solve a murder mystery!

It was mainly to have these three do some cute antics :3

(More under the cut, it’s pretty long pfft)

2. Sleepover

IT’S LIKE A SLEEPOVER EVERY NIGHT! A SLEEPOVER THERE’S NO ESCAPE FROM...

An angsty comic focused on Undyne (and Papyrus). Based on the Neutral ending where Frisk spares everyone except for Mettaton.

CAN YOU PLEASE BRING BACK HER FRIENDS? IF YOU MADE THEM DISAPPEAR?

PLEASE...

UNDYNE’S NOT DOING VERY WELL...

BYE.

3. Frisk’s Question

Another angsty one! I honestly don’t remember what this one was about, but I do remember it was Frisk asking Sans some... profound question...

It was super old and I don’t remember drawing anything for it;;

4. He Dodged

...Lin stop making angsty comics. Another one I’m a bit fuzzy on. The main plot was about Papyrus dodging Frisk’s attack during a No Mercy route.

Old as well, you can probably tell by the way Papyrus is drawn...

5. Piling On The Smooches (Renamed to “FRIENDSHIP POWER”)

Originally it was a short comic about Frisk helping Alphys and Undyne set up their first official date on the surface. Then I decided to turn it into a visual novel eheh;;

You play as Frisk, who does small quests to help Alphys and Undyne have the perfect first date!

6. Starvetale

Old shenanigans playing Undertale mods in the game Don’t Starve Together with some friends :3

7. Frisk’s AU Adventure!

A small series I doodled on Drawpile. It started because people asked “Hey Lin, have you ever drawn [insert AU] before?”

8. FLATTERY SUPLEX

A short comic about Undyne and Sans trying to get to know each other better. They had the idea to hang out because they realized that Papyrus and Alphys seem to chat often on Undernet.

9. How ‘Bout A Hot Cat?

A short comic where Papyrus teaches Sans how to sculpt cats out of hotdogs owo

10. Caught Red Handed

A short comic series. Sans had ketchup packets in his pockets. They broke open and now he needs to avoid taking his hands out of his pockets while commuting home (on the Surface). It goes from a casual inconvenience to absurd levels of “WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME”. I do still love this idea and plan on finishing it when I can;;

11. Rock Paper Scissors

An animation! It was really close to finishing D:

Here’s a link to one my work in progresses: [Link]

12. Happy Gyftmas MK!

A short comic about MK giving and getting some holiday cheer :3

13. Kissy Cutie Con Chaos!

A short comic series where Alphys and Undyne (thanks to Mettaton) get tickets to an anime convention. Mettaton got premium tickets because he’s premiering his new videogame.

Alphys and Undyne get super excited because ALL THE ANIME. Alphys especially, since the main voice actor for Mew Mew Kissy Cutie is going to be there signing autographs.

The only problem? Undyne is super excited. Excited enough to wander!

Alone!

Without a... cell phone...

Oops.

14. Kissy Cutie Con Chaos 2! Kissy Cutie Con is Chaotic And Ready To Mew

I haven’t even drawn Kissy Cutie Con Chaos and already I have a squeal pfft. A sequel to the above where they go to another convention, but bring the whole cast.

And uh... Mettaton’s videogame really took off...

Cosplayer: Wow! You look just like Frisk!! Well, except Frisk's hair is slightly shorter, and they don't wear those types of boots.

Frisk: ???

15. The Fast and the Foodiest

Grillby and Muffet have a friendly competition.

And then Mettaton came along...

16. Oira (オイラ)

A short comic series where Sans desperately tries to hide the fact that he’s a huge nerd, while Alphys tries to get him to embrace it.

There’s probably a lot more that I can’t remember at the moment, but hopefully I can remake/recover these files eventually ^^

#undertale #ask lin #anonymous #Lin Draws #Lin doodles #lin comics

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