#… I’m not used to drawing these two so hopefully there’s no details I forgot :’D

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Hehehe I practiced drawing kissing

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First time doing something like this so here we go I guess?

Hermittober Day 1 - Wings

List by @/ink-ghoul

Since I don’t know how to draw I decided to write! I have some headcanons at the end so ye :D

 It was the start of a new season, season 7, saying he was excited wouldn't even be close to describe how he was feeling. Grian was so, so happy and excited, it's like the last season was all a dream he had, a good dream, he couldn't believe it was real. He was here, he's part of hermitcraft, he is a hermit. And it's awesome, just like when Mumbo told him that Xisuma wanted to talk to him, that he got invited there.

 He was so nervous the first season, even when he was at the war, even when he was the one who started it, he was so scared that he could be stepping over a line. But god it was so much fun, and everyone was so nice.

 He was living in the jungle now, with other hermits as his neighbors, Scar, Mumbo, Stress and Iskall. And it was amazing, as much as he had to get used to mining and grinding again, he loved it, he felt like as the season kept going everyone would focus more and more on their own individual big projects, that this beginning was nice, he would see the others quite a lot and they would chat and help each other and it was just amazing.

 Something he found out is that the meetings they would have, that he thought were monthly meetings just so X could see how everyone was doing, were way more frequent at the beginning of the seasons. So everyone could talk about their plans, if they needed help with anything, plan mining sessions together, or even to just chat about anything, and of course for X to check on them. At first he thought it would be a bit awkward since he really didn't really knew much about all the things they had on hermitcraft or even knew anyone besides Mumbo, but they proved him wrong once again, everyone was so nice to him and he even remember the hermits ‘fighting’ to see who would get introduced first, who would show him around etc.

 They decided to meet up where the shopping district would be, he directed himself to the center of the island where he could already hear some of the voices. As he got closer Mumbo and Scar were the first one to notice him and they started waving at him, he wasn't the last one to appear, some people were still missing from the messages he saw on the communicator.

 He placed himself between Mumbo and Scar as he greeted everyone. He could feel Scar looking at him, so he looked up with a questioning look

 ‘'What's up?’’ Scar seemed a bit embarrassed, and he could feel some of the hermits looking at him too.

 ‘‘Uh- just- uh your wings? They- it's not purple anymore?’’ and he finally realised ‘oh’.

 He could feel Mumbo holding a laugh at his side and he could feel himself blushing a bit out of embarrassment, he put a hand on his neck

 ‘‘Yeah, I- uh I kinda forgot to tell you guys this is actually my bad. But my wings change whenever I’m in a new smp, world or somewhere that I wasn't before. You can say they kinda ‘adapt’ themselves into what I’m doing and working on basically, its weird really, not even I understand much of it I just got used to it’’

 ‘‘So’’ - False started, and he could see how the others were curious but probably afraid to ask, maybe scared of offending him accidentally?- ‘‘Do you know why they were purple before? Or you like- you don't know the reasons?’’

 ‘‘Uh it depends really, like how I said most of it I can try and break it down to why they would look like that, but it's never something certain’’ - he was trying to figure out how to explain things in a way that, hopefully, would help the others understand- ‘‘I think they were that purple color so it could look like an Elytra, I mean it was basically the first time I found out and even had contact with one, and I don't know, maybe because i really didn't know any of you guys? So it was kinda the way my wings found to ‘fit in’ I guess? So they would be similar to everyone else?’’ - as he looked at the others he could see how they were thinking about it, probably processing everything he said or trying to understand his explanation.

 ‘‘Knew’’ He heard Xisuma saying, he looked over to the admin and he could tell he was smiling.

 Grian made a confused sound, he heard other hermits laughing a bit and he heard Mumbo saying under his breath ‘‘oh my god’’

 ‘‘You said you didn't know any of us, but you do now. You’re part of the hermits, you are part of the family now’’

 ‘‘Yeah’’ he felt Scar putting a arm over his shoulders and basically giving him a side hug ‘‘you dont troll someone with a zombie spawner on the first day of the season if you ‘dont know’ them’’

 He couldn't help but laugh ‘‘aw c'mon Scar it was funny, you can't hold that against me the entire season’’.

 He saw Scar putting his other hand under his chin as he pretended like he was considering this possibility ‘‘hmmmm nope! I think i can do that’’

 After that everyone started laughing and the meeting continued, with a lot of them asking about his wings, how they look in other places, and it was fun, it was home, and he's so happy to be part of this family.

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Some of my headcanons around the wings

Grian - his wings, as said, change depending on where he is. For example if he goes on somewhere his wings already ‘adapted’ themselves then they change to that.

Season 6: light purple wings, similar to the elytra color.

Season 7: parrot wings, the red ones with the yellow and blue details.

Season 8: a very dark blue very similar to black.

Creative worlds: white fluffy wings.

Watchers: he had two pairs of wings, in a darker purple.

Stress - unlike Grian, she can't ‘carry’ the wings outside of Hermitcraft, its a specific thing from Hermitcraft. Like when players have specific skins to specific smps? If that makes sense?

Stress wings are bug themed unlike Grian who has bird ones.

Season 6: dragonfly wins, with very soft light blue and pink.

Season 7: blue morpho butterfly.

Season 8: cicada wings with green and the golden-ish color.

[feeling--pink]

My Sweet Ride is an amazing episode of Phineas and Ferb and the only thing bad about it I that I wish we could have seen more people in full out 1950s clothes!! So I did that!! (Also including some MML kids because I love them and don’t draw them enough!)

Anyways!! If y’all want to see me rant about 1950s stuff for a very long time because I had a blast doing research for this project you should click the keep reading!! :D

Okay a quick prelude!! Not only am I going to talk about outfits I designed, but while doing research I was blown away about the attention to detail the original designers had for these outfits and characters so I’m going to talk about their outfits too! :D

Here are my sources if you want to look into this btw!! :D

https://vintagedancer.com/1950s/1950s-teenager-fashions-girls-fashion-trends-and-clothing-styles/ 

https://vintagedancer.com/1950s/1950s-teen-boys-clothing/ 

https://vintagedancer.com/1950s/1950s-hairstyles/ 

https://vintagedancer.com/1950s/1950s-dress-styles/ 

https://vintagedancer.com/1950s/1950s-womens-hats-by-style/ 

https://vintagedancer.com/1950s/1950s-womens-shoes-style/ 

Candace

Okay I’m going to start out by saying I just adore this outfit

That has nothing to do with anything I just really love it!!

I’m thinking I might make one of my own for Halloween but that’s off-topic

Okay- 1950s clothing!!

Candace is wearing a blouse (?) with a cardigan over the top, and a pleated swing skirt.

This is a classic 1950s girl’s style

More specifically its also a classic “preppy good kid” look

Which Candace absolutely is!!

Y’all should notice that all the skirts are past knee-length, which was standard of the time.

Candace also has a neck scarf, a common accessory, and a headband.

Ribbon headbands were still a thing in the 50s but the hard plastic headband was also coming into style in the later 1950s.

She’s wearing a pair of saddle shoes which were one of the popular options of the time among boys and girls

Her hair is long with curls at the end, another classic teenager look in the 50s!

While short hair was more popular among adult women, teenage girls often kept theirs long with slight curls on the end!

Bangs were also standard, but usually shorter than how I drew them

Sorry that bit’s inaccurate through all of them, it’s just easier for me to draw long!

Finally, in case you had any doubt about Candace’s outfit being time period, here’s an advertisement from the article I read:

Vanessa

To start off we have a blouse and pencil shirt for Vanessa

Pencil and swing skirts were the two most common skirts of the time

She’s also wearing a belt, which I modified slightly to look like-

The wide contour belt on the bottom right!

She’s also wearing a pillbox hat, one of the popular hats of the time!

Hats were generally not worn by teenagers because they were seen as “mature” 

But that fits pretty well with Vanessa’s character

It’s the same story with the pumps, which I also changed lightly to match time period ones a bit more

Now what made me make my original post about the outfits in My Sweet Ride was actually the hair

Specifically, Vanessa’s hair is modeled after the Bettie Page style

This hair wasn’t actually that popular with the masses because it was seen as too simple, not classy, etc.

BUT it was popular among rebel girls in the USA

And like!!!!!! Y’all the designers did SUCH a good job to get down into details like that!!!!!!!!

But yeah her outfit’s great!! Next one!

Stacy

For Stacy, I decided to change things up slightly and give her a dress!

Specifically, it’s a shirtwaist dress, which I modeled after the reference below

Why the shirtwaist dress you may ask? Idk I think they’re neat

I thought it fit the vibe I was going for so I did that one I don’t know what to tell you jkdshsf-

Okay so generally, the belt wouldn’t have been a different color but I wanted to tie the green I used in a little more

Btw sorry I changed her color scheme a bit

I honestly haven’t fully figured out her original color scheme so I modified it a bit so it would look nice for this!

Pastels were very popular in the summer after all

I tried to stick to everyone else’s original color scheme though!

Stacy also has a headband tied up into a bow, which was standard

And to change things up I put her in a ponytail (with the end curled) which was popular with the teens!

Sklsdjhdkj I sound very “how do you do fellow teens“ while writing this that’s unintentional sorry

Shoes are penny loafers, another popular shoe at the time

I liked the little bows on the ends of some of the ones I saw and thought it was very Stacy!

That’s about it for her!

Phineas

This has nothing to do with anything but I love drawing Phineas

He’s just a funky little triangle!! I love him!

I’ll admit here that I didn’t look into men’s hairstyles, so you won’t hear about that from me sorry!

Phineas is wearing a black button-up, standard. 

Black and white matched everything so they were the most common undershirt colors

Over that, he has a jacket that looks to be varsity jacket inspired, which was seen as super cool!

Full jeans were coming into popularity in the 50s but only with the younger generations

Finally, he also has saddle shoes like Candace does

So yeah it’s a solid 1950s outfit!!

Ferb

Ferb’s a greaser, need I say more?

No, really he has everything

The white t-shirt and jeans combo is exactly the greaser look, so much so that most teenagers avoided it to not fall into stereotypes

Tighter fit jeans were coming into style in the later 50s, so that’s also accurate

The leather jacket just amplifies the greaser look

The one thing is that for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what shoes he was wearing

So I gave him a pair of sho-loks and called it a day!

More about sho-loks in Milo’s portion!

Isabella

Isabella makes an appearance with the first (and only) poodle skirt of the group!!

Poodle skirts, while definitely what most people think about when you say the 50s, actually weren’t that popular among teenagers

The embroidered designs were seen as childish, so children and preteens wore them the most

But here’s a fun tidbit you may not have caught from the show, Isabella is, in fact, a child

(I don’t know why I built that up so much sorry ldksjfhkds)

Anyways I decided if I was going to give anyone a classic poodle skirt it might as well be Isabella!

I modeled it after this poodle skirt:

She’s also wearing a blouse with a peter pan collar, the most popular collar of the time

Another headband tied into a bow because it’s Isabella I had to give her a bow

Standard belt (nothing really to say about that)

And another pair of penny loafers with little bows because they’re cute gosh darn it!

Milo

Okay, I’ve been writing for a while but honestly a lot of the rest of these I just drew directly from reference so…

I did say I would talk about shu-loks here though and I will!!!

Now we know Milo is shoelace-adverse

And while there are plenty of slip-on options I found the shu-lok to be fascinating!!

As you can see above, the tongue snaps down to keep the shoe on your foot!! Isn’t that cool? :D

So yeah I gave Milo those!!  

Zack

We know Zack plays football so I gave him your standard sporty outfit

Sorry I just find girls outfits infinitely more interesting so I kinda focused on those skjhgfdss

Oh! I do have something to say here!!

Converse were your typical sports shoe for the 50s so he has those!! Almost forgot that tidbit!!

Yeah, thick soles with wrinkles and stuff were seen as cool among teens so they got popular!

Melissa

Finally, we have some patterned pants!!

Yeah- checkers, plaid, stripes, polka dots, etc. were all very popular!!

I just didn’t want to draw them a lot ‘cause it’s hard sksfjdhgs-

But I gave Melissa checkers because it would get the black and white of her color scheme and I liked the way the checkered pants looked!!

Girls did wear pants at the time by the way!!

During summer and weekends mostly since they weren’t allowed to wear them to school

Short-sleeved turtle necks were also a thing and I thought that combo would look neat!!

Also, converse because it went with the outfit and that’s kinda what she’s wearing in the show!

Hair in a ponytail and side part bangs, both popular!

Yeah okay, that’s about it for Melissa!

Amanda

By this point, y’all are hopefully getting the gist of 50s fashion so we’re going fast now

Blouse, swing skirt, penny loafers (different style but still penny loafers), headband

(here’s what I modeled the whole thing after:)

I do want to mention the pullover sweater because I thought I should include one and I really like the flower embroidery on them

Then finally we come to her hair!! I already mentioned the headband but I was specifically modeling her hair in the pageboy style which looks like this:

Obviously, it looks a little stylized but what can you do?

And that’s it!! I had so much fun doing research and designing this and I think they all turned out pretty good!! I’m going to do more go this in the futures so if there's someone in particular you’d like to see let me know!! I’m planning on doing Cavendish, Dakota, and Sara at least in the next batch!! 

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Touch

Summary: Sweet Pea/Plus Sized!Reader Request: Sweet Pea’s always touching her/ around her; he doesn’t  like to be apart because he’s so in love/protective of her & she gets busy helping classmates with art class he shows up to the class & one of the guys grabs her to show her something & pea gets all D:< & him and y/n working it out

“Just ten more minutes, come on babe, you can’t bail on me now we have like another two sets to do and then the bikes and-“ “I forgot I had tutoring to do today, tomorrow I swear, you can work me twice as hard yeah? Private session at home.” You wink at Sweet Pea who glares from under the weight he’s set down. “How late are you going to be then?” “Ten minutes hopefully, but that’s if I don’t shower, and with the workout you put me through I should probably shower.” You frown as he stands and scoops you into a hug, spinning you slightly.

“Sweet Pea! Now I have to shower!!” “Or you could stay instead.” “You know that’s not how this works.” You playfully shove him and turn towards the bathroom in his trailer. “Fine, but I’m dropping by the community center later.” “Of course!” You shout letting the shower spray cover you. —————————————————————————————–

It didn’t take as long to get dressed or down to the community center as you thought; thankfully since you were working with paint today you didn’t need to worry about nice clothes; wearing one of Sweet Pea’s old hoodies and a pair of old jeans. You roll up the sleeves enjoying the oversized comfort the hoodie affords you, you hated how being above the ‘average’ meant that oversized was just normal. Sweet Pea never seemed to mind, constantly touching you any chance he got. It was comforting, his fingers brushing against your shoulders or neck, his hip bumping yours; his arms wrapping around you or squeezing your thigh when you’d sit next to each other at Pop’s.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as Sweet Pea appears, fingers dancing around your hips as he slings an arm around you pulling you in for a side hug. “So what’s on the agenda today?” He hums looking over the tables to see everyone with a canvas and brushes in front of them. “Painting, in case you couldn’t tell, you gesture to the easel you’ve set up to walk everyone through it. “I can see that, I meant what’re you painting?” You smirk, gesturing to the table with fruit and a vase on it. “Still life.” You smile as he sits in the back, watching as you start to explain the basics of painting.

You’re walking around when you feel someone’s eyes on you, Sweet Pea’s are narrowed, looking slightly to your left. You don’t turn content to let Sweet Pea’s glaring dissuade whoever is staring. You’re making your way past the table where the staring had come from; if the way Sweet Pea bristles is anything to go by. You can feel a hand reach out, pinching above your hip and a faint chuckle. You swear you can hear Sweet Pea growl from across the room. You pass by the table twice more, each time feeling someone else’s hand on you, and Sweet Pea glaring.

“Alright we’re going to switch to figure modeling, do I have anyone who wants to volunteer.” You joke, watching as Sweet pea stands smirking. “Alright, thank you Sweet Pea, go stand up there, strike a pose, and hold it.” “Course.” He smirks standing in front of the table, leaning back against it crossing his arms. You snort into your hand, his classic casual bad boy pose he does anytime he’s trying to act tough. You can see his eyes roaming over the class, they pause, focusing on one of the new guys a tiny arch in his eyebrows the only change. You can see how they crease slightly before he resumes his neutral ‘I’m killing you in my head’ gaze.

“Alright so the basic’s of figure drawing is to block out shapes, like anything in any art medium. All it is, is just shapes, so rectangle, square, circle, oval, eccetera, just make the shapes first and then go back over for the details, don’t worry about making it perfect you just want the basic idea down.” You smile at everyone letting your eyes linger on Sweet Pea who winks. As the class ends and you thank everyone for coming Sweet Pea appears next to you, hovering. One of the new guys who’d shown up the last class appears and smirks.

“Hey babe, thanks for the painting class, it was great.” He purrs hand resting on your shoulder before running down your arm squeezing slightly, you pull back and he rolls his eyes. “Come on babe, girl like you, you must not get a lot of options.” “She doesn’t need them. She’s mine.” Sweet Pea all but shoves the guy away teeth bared in a tight smile. You can see him turn slightly, looking back at you but also exposing his Serpent tattoo. The guy shrinks back Sweet Pea smirking victoriously before turning back to you, hands winding around your waist to pull you into him. “You okay Y/N?” You nod leaning into him sighing. “Yeah I am. Thank you.” “Anything for my girl.” “Anything?” You smirk and he hesitates.

“Well I don’t know how I fell about that look you’re giving me, but yeah, anything.” You laugh. “I just want to paint you.” “Oh yeah that’s-“ He hesitates, as you walk back home. “Paint me how?” He watches as your smile only grows. “Like one on my french girls.” You laugh and he coughs shaking his head. “I’m not wearing a diamond necklace while you paint me on a couch.” “It’s not a diamond.” You smirk holding up the plastic necklace he’d gotten from the maple day fesitval last year. “Fine, if it will make you feel better about that creep.”

“Seeing you naked always makes me feel better.” You smile and he nods. “Same goes.” He laughs and you swat him; as he runs into his house. “Babe seriously are you okay? That guy kept looking at you like you were a piece of meat. It was disgusting.” “I get stares like that all the time babe, it’s okay. I’m used to it.” “You shouldn’t be.” You shrug and Sweet Pea pulls you back to him, humming as he sways around the trailer. “So are you going to pose for me?” You laugh when he pulls away. “Tomorrow, after our workout? So it doesn’t matter that I’m sweaty, since I’ll just be lying on the couch.” You nod. “You do realize you’ll have to hold that pose for at least an hour.” Sweet Pea’s smile falters. “Well I’m jut going to have to work you three times as hard, so we’ll be on an even playing field.” “Painting isn’t a competition babe.” “It is now.” He wiggles his eyebrows before leaning over to kiss you.

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FFXV Ignis Omorashi

They were on their way to Lestalum when Ignis noticed a slight fullness in his bladder. No matter, it wasn't that urgent yet - he could wait until they got to the city. Except, for a moment, he forgot one teeny, tiny (read: major, terrifying) detail. Noct. Was driving. The Regalia. Type-D. He just had to hope Noct wouldn't try anything too crazy...

Trusting Noct to not go crazy was a foolish mistake. The prince was mostly staying off the road and, it seemed to Ignis, trying to jump every rock they pass! And, as if the jolts to his bladder from the jumps weren't bad enough, it had started filling more quickly! Damn those two cans of Ebony he drank earlier! Ignis crosses his legs tightly and squirmed a bit, hoping that Gladio wouldn't notice. That's when it happened...

A big jump gone wrong and Ignis went flying out of his seat, slamming his belly into the back of the driver seat and putting far too much pressure on his bladder! The royal advisor stayed standing for a moment, too stunned from embarrassment to move. Oh, yes. He knew as soon as he left his seat that this would be it. He felt hot urine running down his legs. He just knew everyone could hear it and smell it. Ahhh, the relief was, well, a relief, though. He made himself stop and he sat back down.

Ignis was so embarrassed and a bit angry with himself. He wanted to cry. But he wouldn't let himself. 'Nobody knows. You can still salvage the situation. Don't draw attention to yourself,' he thinks sternly.

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Gladio didn't know what was wrong with Iggy, but he knew it must be something big. It took a lot to make the younger man cry, and there were silent tears rolling down his face. He scooted over and put an arm around the smaller man's shoulders, pulling him toward himself. He let Iggy cry into his chest for a few minutes before he finally, as quietly as he could so as to hopefully not let the boys up front hear, asked what was wrong.

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Gladio doesn't whisper very quietly. Promto heard his "What's wrong, Iggy?" loud and clear. He strained his ears, but didn't hear anything else. He stopped trying to listen after a few minutes.

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"What's wrong, Iggy?" Gladio asked. Ignis did nothing but shake his head. Against Gladio's chest... Why? He sat up and felt the tears on his cheeks. How long had he been crying? Why did he let himself cry?

"I'm fine," he managed, though his voice was raw with emotion and louder than he meant for it to be.

"Specs, do you need me to pull over?" Noct asked from the driver seat.

Noctis heard the roughness in Specs's voice. He only sounds like that when he's trying not to cry or has already been crying. And he usually only cries when in extreme pain or emotional turmoil - that is to say, usually blaming himself harshly for something beyond his control. That's why Noct offered to pull over. Of course, Specs said no. Gladio and Prompto both said yes. It was getting dark anyway. He could see the blue light from a haven. He stopped beside it, worried that Ignis was injured and trying to jump the Regalia onto the large rock would make it worse.

"Flashlights on, everyone," Prompto said as soon as he jumped out of the car.

Noct switched his flashlight on and went to the door Specs would be getting out of.

"Hey, Noct, you ready?" Gladio asked- seemingly reading the prince's mind. Noct called up his affirmation.

"Really, I don't need help." Ignis tried to convince the others, voice a little more normal now. He backed away from Gladio.

Ignis didn't realize how close he was to the door. The open door. He backed away from Gladio and fell backward, out of the Regalia. Another thing he didn't realize until he landed facedown on Noct, which once again put too much pressure on his bladder and he began wetting himself again. This time, he didn't hold back, he let himself cry on the prince's shoulder.

Noct awkwardly hugged Ignis. It was a little gross, being peed on, but he knew Specs wouldn't do it if he could control it.

"It's okay, Specky," he said softly. The nickname comforted Ignis somewhat, but it also served to make him feel even more childish.

Prompto and Gladio ran around to the driver's side when Ignis fell. They watched in sympathy as the puddle grew underneath their two friends. They couldn't tell from looking whose urine it was, but they could guess.

"Iggy?" Gladio asked softly. Prompto knelt down beside the two on the ground, hardly caring if he got in the puddle.

"Hey," Prompto placed his hand on Ignis's back, "there's nothing to worry about. Accidents happen."

'Not to me,' Ignis thought. 'How unbecoming! A grown man, the Royal Chamberlain wetting himself. In front of everyone. His charge - the prince, the Royal Shield, and... what is Prompto? Everything I could think to call him sounds derogatory compared to the rest of our titles. The Prince's friend. That's what he is. I need to learn t-'

"I can practically hear what you're thinking, Iggy," Gladio said. "Stop degrading yourself. Come on." He gently moved Prompto and pulled Ignis to his feet. "Prompto's right. There's nothing to be upset about. All we have to do is clean up and then" he waved his hand, "it never happened."

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Being lectured by Gladio. Yeah, that didn't make him feel small. Ignis nodded, trying to reign in his emotions. He reaches up to wipe away his tears, but Gladio catches his hand.

"That doesn't mean to bottle your emotions back up," the eldest said, firm yet kind, while gently wiping away Ignis's tears, though they were instantly replaced with new ones.

Noct, having gotten up off the ground a second after Ignis, came up and placed a hand on his shoulder and, a bit awkwardly, said, "Yeah, you keep way too much inside. I got stuff ready for us to clean up. Gladio, Prompto, you can get camp ready, right? They both said yes.

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After cleaning up, during which Ignis finally properly grieved over the fall of Insomnia and anything else that came to his mind, he and Noctis walked back to the haven together. There, Gladio had set up the tent and Prompto had cooked a simple yet healthy meal. Noct glared at his best friend for putting so many vegetables in their food and mumbled something along the lines of "Some friend you are." This caused Prompto, Gladio, and Ignis to all laugh. Prompto and Gladio cleaned themselves while Noct and Ignis cleaned up their meal once they all finished eating.

They were back to their normal, talking and joking around the fire before bed. Yes, what started out as the worst night of Ignis's adult life turned out rather nice.

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Taming the Emperor Chapter 11

An Emperor Makes a Plan & a Conflicted Empress

A/N: It’s been awhile huh *sweats*. Things are finally coming to a head so buckle up! Thank you everyone that’s sent me kind words & even those who just read the fic. It means a lot.

Also b/c I just noticed I never mentioned it, these characters are not mine, but their actions are :D

“You WHAT?”

You feel yourself cringe at Aiko’s outburst. Angry and annoyed faces turn to remind you and your best friend that you are in the library.

“Aiko please. You’re going to get us kicked out before I can finish telling you everything.”

Your friend huffs quietly before re-adjusting herself in her chair.

“I think I’ve heard enough.” Her irked expression makes you roll your eyes.

“You cannot be mad at me for not texting you updates.”

“As a matter of fact as your best friend I can.”

“You’re being difficult and you know it. It’s not like I wanted to keep this all bundled up! I’ve been losing it ya know? First it was Kai, then Akashi, and then Kai again. It’s been a lot to handle on my own.”

You look at your friend and her brown eyes twinkle with mischief.

“I know, I know. I just like giving you a hard time. Still, I can’t believe all of this happened while I was gone. Crappy cell service is going to be the death of me.”

A giggle escapes at her exaggerated groan of frustration.

“How was the trip by the way?”

“Oh you know my family. Everything had to be perfect. The funeral itself was beautiful. Grandma would’ve been very pleased.” Pain flashes across Aiko’s face and your heart clenches.

“I’m still so sorry. Your grandma was an amazing woman.” She lets you take her hand, giving it a light squeeze.

You’d spent a lot of summers with Aiko at her grandmother’s farm in the countryside. She’d given you some of the best advice and memories.

“She was. Do you remember that one time when we let the chickens out of their coup because we thought they deserved to be free?”

“Pff ha-ha. How could I forget. She had us spend all day trying to corral them all back in. I’d never been more embarrassed in my life. Especially with all the neighbors she’d invited watching.”

Your voice crackles with suppressed laughter.

“Oh my gosh! I almost forgot that part. She totally did invite them to watch. Even made tea for everyone!”

Your eyes make contact and neither of you can keep the laughter in. The sound shatters the library’s quiet. It doesn’t take long before you’ve both succumbed to a fit of hysterics. When you finally manage to stifle the laughter you know it’s time to go. The students in the library are glaring so intensely at you that to stay would be asking for a teacher to reprimand you both.

“I think it’s time for us to go.”

Aiko scans the library and nods in agreement. You're almost finished packing up your things when you hear Aiko take in a sharp breath. You glance up and notice she’s focused on something behind you. Turning your head to search for what’s caught her attention you feel your heartbeat quicken. Red hair and two strikingly different colored eyes. You draw your eyebrows in as your lips purse in unease. ‘What is he doing here?’

“(L/N)-san.”

You clench your jaw at the honorific. You didn’t like the way it sounded coming from him. Although you’d be loathe to admit it, you enjoyed it when he didn’t use an honorific. The silence draws on making it apparent that you have no intention of responding. Akashi clears his throat.

“I wanted to apologize for . . . um . . . my actions and what I said on Saturday in the car. Know that to me you are much more than a challenge.”

His words barely come out above a whisper. Too stunned to even think of a response you push back your chair, sling your backpack over one shoulder, and walk past the Emperor. You feel your hands graze and the calluses on his fingers bring back memories. Vivid memories. You rush out of the library. The feeling of his fingers tracing patterns on the inside of your thigh, his hand on the small of your back, him holding your hand when he led you out of the gym. Everything comes rushing back. The world begins to spin as your heart beats sporadically. A gentle touch on your shoulder brings you back to the present.

“You okay?”

Aiko’s worried expression clears your mind instantly.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just a bit overwhelmed. I have no idea what he’s trying to pull and it’s pissing me off.”

“What he’s trying to pull? (F/N) I’m confused. It sounded like an apology.”

“No. Nothing is ever so simple and mundane with Seijuro. There’s always an ulterior motive. I just can’t figure out what it is . . .” You begin to pace.

“So you’re on a first name, no honorific basis now? You left that juicy bit out.”

You look up confused.

“I’m what? Aiko, you’re not -” You shut up quickly realizing you had in fact just used Akashi’s first name. If you had been in a clearer state of mind you would have reminded your best friend that she was the one who cut your story telling short.

“I mean it’s cool, just a bit odd all things considered.”

“Well it doesn’t mean anything Aiko. It just slipped out.”

“Ah-huh sure. Whatever you say.” The teasing nature of her tone doesn’t help alleviate your growing apprehension.

“Seriously drop it.”

“Seriously you used his first name and frankly his apology sounded earnest. No ulterior motive. And based on your reaction I’d say it meant something.” Aiko shrugs her shoulders casually.

“Well it doesn’t.”

“You mean it can’t don’t you.”

Aiko’s understanding washes you of the guilt that had been gathering in your gut at your slip up.

“Yes.”

“Okay, then it doesn't mean anything.”

You feel your body relax as you both turn to walk back to class.

“So, does this mean I have your permission to pummel Akashi for hurting you?”

“Ha-ha, it’s good to have you back.”

“It’s good to be back. Now tell me more about this Aomine Daiki.”

She throws a suggestive grin in your direction.

“Aiko!”

Akashi hurries down the hallway. Students part without any suggestion making it easy for him to pick up his pace. Making a sharp turn his eyes scan for the right room. Akashi spots the flier and make his way to the door. Not bothering to knock Akashi enters the room and regards the group of six students sitting in a circle. All six pairs of eyes flick up taking in the Emperor. They almost don’t register his presence. Then as if they all had the exact realization chairs are pushed back and bows are made. Murmurs of greeting are the only words that break the silence. Time drags on and the students shift their weight uncomfortably. No one dares speak.

“I’ve come to make a suggestion.”

The group raise their eyebrows in confusion before they each school their expressions into neutrality. One student, undoubtedly one of the two third year representatives, takes a step forward.

“What kind of suggestion Akashi-san?”

At hearing the honorific an arrogant smirk pulls at Akashi’s lips. Even third years knew their place in respect to himself.

“I want the end of the year festival to be ballroom dance themed.”

“A ball? There isn’t money in the budget for such an extravagant end of -”

“Rui, you speak out of place. Please be silent.” The second third year, Rui, looks aggravated but steps back. She makes no attempt to hide her contempt for the Emperor.

“So you want there to be a ball?”

“Correct.”

“How do you propose we organize and fund such an event?”

Akashi waives his right hand in dismissal.

“The details involved in creating and funding this event do not concern me. That is the job of this council is it not?”

The male third year clenches his jaw silencing a sharp retort no doubt. Akashi takes the silence as affirmation.

“Well then, I look forward to seeing what you manage to pull together.”

Unconcerned with any response that might be given, Akashi turns and walks to the door. With one foot over the threshold he pauses to make a final remark,

“It is with my greatest hope that this year's festival will not disappoint.”

He doesn’t even turn his head as he exits the room. All six council members swap glances of worry. Akashi’s suggestion would be done. However, doing so would be no easy feat.

“You're late Sei-chan.”

Akashi takes in his vice captain. A sharp glint passes through Reo’s blue-gray eyes and is the only indication of his annoyance.

“I had a few things to take care of.”

Reo nods once knowing that there'd be no use in pushing the Emperor for further information. Instead he follows Akashi’s gaze and it's fixated on a single point. A single person. You. The vice captain tenses and clenches his fist.

Akashi walks over to where you've made yourself comfortable. He keeps his eyes trained on a spot just above your left shoulder. It does little to keep him from noting that you keep tugging on your bottom lip with your teeth. Lips that had left a trail of lightly bruised skin along his chest. Akashi stiffens as the memory surfaces. He can feel you straddling his thighs eagerly rocking into him. Your (E/C) eyes sprinkled with desire looking at him from under thick lashes. Akashi’s imagination runs with his train of thought. Now you're in his room, on his bed, and doing pleasurable things with your mouth. He's so tangled in his thoughts that he doesn't hear you greet him. Doesn’t notice you turn your body to look at him. It's your aggressive shove of his shoulder that finally brings an end to his daydream. Your face is drawn in gentle concern. Akashi takes a step back to shift his weight in the hopes of hiding his arousal.

“Are you okay Akashi-san?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing (L/N)-san.”

You squint at him as your eyes give him a once over. Blood rushes to Akashi’s head hopefully being redirected from the tension in his groin. You move as though to caress his forehead but stop short. The gentle concern is quickly replaced with a hardened look of calculation. Akashi stiffens at the sudden pang of hurt because of your change in expression.

“You should get back to practice. You are late after all.”

The formality and curtness of your tone grates against Akashi’s ears. He had hoped that his apology, which had taken much effort, would have warmed the icy nature of your relationship. It appears that you have yet again proven yourself to not be so easily bent to his will. Choosing not to respond Akashi gives you a brisk nod before turning back to his team.

“Alright everyone count off. Today we’re breaking into two teams. We’ll be focusing on both our defensive and offensive strategy. I warn you all this will push everyone, myself included.”

As the last words leave his mouth Akashi shakes himself of his previous distress.

(An hour and forty-five minutes later)

Sweat pools in the hollow of Akashi’s throat. He scans the court as the rest of his team completes the championship run.1 As they finish the squad gathers around their captain.

“Decent job.”

Those words were the closest the Emperor would ever get to praise. Quiet and knowing smiles pass between the Rakuzan’s mens basketball team. Members quickly disperse to gather their belongings, put away equipment, and head home. Akashi takes a moment to wipe the sweat from his collar and forehead. His muscles burn and the sensation brings a small grin to his face. There were few things he enjoyed more than knowing he had pushed himself and his muscles in practice. Gathering his own belongings Akashi makes his way out of the gym. Even in the dim light of the courtyard Akashi can make out your form. You are standing alone. Acting on pure whim Akashi starts in your direction only to stop mid stride. Another figure appears out of the shadow of one of the academic buildings. Tall, athletic build, and auburn hair. Matsuoka Kai. Contempt flares through Akashi’s chest. The emotion reverberates from deep within him, collecting viciously in what would be unleashed in a fury resembling a tornado. On a fixed path and destructive to all in its way. Before Akashi can make a move you glance in his direction. Your (E/C) eyes seem to urge him to release his anger. To let it evaporate. But that could have just been his imagination.

In the next instant you slide your hand into Kai’s allowing your fingers to intertwine. Kai tugs you close and plants a gentle kiss against your jaw. You start in surprise, but grin blithely up at him. Using your free hand you pull Kai’s face towards your own. Your bodies mold into each other as Kai moves to deepen the kiss. Your hand fists in his hair. Akashi stands cemented to his spot half shadowed. You knew he was here watching. You wanted him to see this. When you finally pull apart the radiance in your eyes fills Akashi with anguish. In unison you both turn and make your way through the front gates. The anger leaves Akashi in a rush. There is a sting behind his eyes that startles him into action. He turns back to the gym and in the silent darkness of the only place he has ever felt whole he releases his feelings. The scream is cut short by a strangled sob. On his knees Akashi curls into himself. The ache in his heart spreading through the rest of him. Soon he feels hollow. As feeble as a feather and as damaged as they day he discovered his mother would never again be returning home. Your actions had hurt in ways he thought impossible. In ways that were only mentioned in soppy romances or the lives of his Teiko teammates. He was above this. He was supposed to be better. These things were not meant to happen to Akashi Seijuro. His tears scorch his skin in shame as they travel down his face. Each teardrop is a betrayal to his family name. Within the few months that you had been part of his life Akashi had come to appreciate you. To value your presence, to yearn for your fiery challenges, and he dare admit he saw you as an equal. You had taken root in his heart and now you were violently ripping yourself out of it. Is this how you felt at his words? His lack of action? ‘Forgive me (F/N). I did not know the power I wielded. I will make it right.’ At his last thought Akashi unfurls himself into an upright position. His resolve slowly piecing itself back together. Taking a shaky breath Akashi fills his lungs before slowly exhaling. There in the darkness his eyes flash with his will.

The math problem staring at you from your textbook is starting to rub your last good nerve. The problem involved a tree, a river, and solving the distance from one spot to another. Your teeth gently tug at your bottom lip in concentration and mild annoyance. Akashi had yet to arrive. How is he supposed to tutor you if he isn’t even here. Sighing in resignation you lift your head to scan the gym. It didn’t take long to find the person you were searching for. Akashi stood directly in front of you.

“You’re finally here! Will you please help me now?” You hope your voice is light and untainted by your annoyance. When he doesn’t respond you let out an exasperated breath. You shift your body so that you’re facing him only to realize that he’s not even present. By the look in his eyes he’s very far away. Your palm shoves against his shoulder in an attempt to bring Akashi back from wherever he had gone. He takes a step back trying to subtly shift his weight. Odd.

“Are you okay Akashi-san?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing (L/N)-san.”

You squint at him as your eyes give him a once over. A deep flush begins to stretch itself from Akashi's neck to his face. ‘What is he so embarrassed about?’ Worried that he might be sick you reach your hand out to his forehead. An instant before your wrist nears his head you pause. Here you are showing concern for someone who had shown so little of the same emotion towards you in the few months you had known him. Allowing the gentle concern to ripple into hardened calculation was easy. You are after all not entirely sure you trusted Akashi Seijuro or your actions around him. Hoping to get him to leave you brusquely point out the obvious,

“You should get back to practice. You are late after all.”

You notice Akashi’s body stiffens ever so slightly at your tone. You prepare for a retort. Eagerly await it. He offers you no response. Instead he turns and walks back towards his team. Only then do you realize you had completely forgotten to ask him for help. You inwardly groan. Silently you watch as he breaks the team in half.

(An hour and forty-five minutes later)

The practice is coming to a close, so you begin to put your things away. Akashi had been very helpful this practice. Even managed to help you grasp some fundamental concepts. Your eyes linger on the Emperor. Even from the position you’re at you can tell the practice had been hard for him. Sweat has collected in the hollow of his throat where something is out of place. The more focused your gaze becomes the easier it is for you to recognize what is bothering you about his appearance. Akashi’s skin usually soft and pale has been disrupted by a patch of skin that is a mixture of deep purple and splashes of red wine. ‘What in the world happened to him?’ Just as the thought leaves its answer materializes.

You pull away from the kiss and lean your head towards his exposed chest. Light kisses and small nibbles against is skin send shivers up Akashi’s spine.

Apparently your kisses were not as light as you had intended them to be. Your face brightens at the realization. You speed up collecting your belongings feeling unsettled at the small flare of triumph at the sight of Akashi’s blemished skin. You had marked the Emperor.

Your school bag bumps against your back as your feet connect with the gym’s floor. Wasting no time you make a beeline for the exit. The crisp evening air presses against your face, its biting undercurrent no doubt bringing color to your cheeks. You come to a complete stop a few feet away from one of Rakuzan’s many academic buildings. You’re alone only for a few minutes before the lean shape of Kai exiting the building catches your attention. You move to hug him in greeting, but the hairs on the back of your neck rise in alarm. You stop your movement instantly. (E/C) eyes search the darkness, hunting for the cause of alarm. Akashi stands at least ten feet away from you and Kai. Even from this distance you can tell the Emperor is fuming. From the set of his feet, the tautness of his jaw, even his aura had shifted to something much darker. Akashi’s eyes held such malice. The recipient of such spite is Kai of course. ‘Possessive asshole, ’ you grumble to yourself silently. Stilling your disgruntlement you push thoughts of serenity towards Akashi. You will him to release his anger before something irreversible occurs. His stances changes. The blazing intensity that was once there becomes a quiet fire. Your own tension dissipates, freeing your limbs. What had felt like hours had only been mere moments. Kai’s finally made it to you and your hand grabs for his instinctively. Kai tugs gently pulling you in close. Expecting a hug, his lips brushing against your jaw is a surprise. You start. A pleasant sensation travels down your spine. You grin up at him. Using your free hand you pull Kai’s face further into your reach. You return the surprise with a swift peck on his lips. A quick decision is made. You pull your bodies closer turning the swift peck into a much more passionate kiss. When Kai tilts his head to deepen the kiss your eyes flutter open. Time stills as a feeling of someone tugging at your gut overcomes you. Out of your peripheral vision you see Akashi’s figure still cemented in the half shadows. Without a second thought you move your hand that is caressing Kai’s neck into his hair. Your fingers quickly tangle in his auburn locks. A gentle tug sends shudders through Kai. He pulls away first his lips slightly bruised. The smile on his face is from ear to ear. It pulls your own smile filled with affection and happiness to settle on your face.

“I think we should get going.” Kai’s voice is thick with emotion.

You decide not to respond with words. Instead you nod your head and quirk your lip in agreement. As you make your way through the entrance gates you wonder about the Emperor. He had seen the intimacy transpire - you had made sure of that. ‘I hope it made him hurt.’ Your sudden and shocking thought sends a sour taste to your mouth. Kai deserved better, hell even Akashi. There were definitely things you needed to sort out before the end of the year festival. You weren’t looking forward to the outcomes.

(time skip to the second to last week of March)

“Akashicchi! Would you please hold still.” The golden haired Generation of Miracles star pleads in annoyance.

“This man is getting too personal.” Akashi eyes the man who is slowly making his way to the inside of his leg. It's taking all his hard learned etiquette to keep from pushing the man away.

“That man is one of the best tailors in the region. Now hold still if you know what’s good for you.”

A silent argument between the two former teammates draws all the air from the room.

“I am done Kise-san. The suit will be ready sometime by the end of the week.”

“Ah, Homie-sama you are the best!” Kise grabs the tailor’s hands holding them between his own.

“Anything for my favorite customer.” The stocky tailor makes his exit as Kise turns to an upset Emperor.

“Don’t you pout at me Akashicchi. I’m doing you a favor.”

“I am not pouting,” the Emperor retorts crossly.

“Good because now we’re getting lunch with everyone.”

“Everyone?”

“Is that not what I just said?” Sighing, Kise grabs the Emperor’s arm, neatly looping them together, and exits the shop. The customers resume their shopping amused as the small spectacle comes to a close.

(line)

“Kind of you to join us Midorima.”

“Sorry for my tardiness. My horoscope said to enjoy the path less traveled.”

The detailed map of Tokyo he holds in his left hand is of course his lucky item. Eyes roll and heads shake. To expect any other kind of excuse to come from the shooting guard would be wasted time. Midorima takes his seat and all eyes look to Kuroko. He takes a moment and begins to lay out the plan.

“. . . After we must make sure everything transitions smoothly. So, does everyone understand the game plan?”

“Mhhmm.”

“Yup.”

“Got it.”

“Yes.”

“Yeah.”

“What’s her zodiac?”

“Oh Kurokocchi,” Kise swoons in his chair; his hands come to rest dramatically against his chest, “what I wouldn't give to be on the receiving end of your romantic gestures.”

Kise’s golden eyes glance over and lock with Kuroko’s. The shadow flushes from head to toe at the intense sensuality in the formers glance. His light doesn't look all too pleased by the golden Miracle’s encroachment much to the enjoyment of everyone gathered. Kagami looks ready to tell Kise off. Akashi looks around the table and can’t help the fondness that bubbles up at the sight. Friends - his friends - eating lunch and making plans to help him set things right with a girl. Had anyone described the scene before him a year ago he’d have laughed at the absurdity.

“Oi! Murasakibara keep your fingers away from my food!”

“But Kagami you have so much.”

“And I plan on eating it all, so if you wouldn’t mind. Pick from Kuroko’s plate. He rarely eats all his food anyway.”

“Kagami-kun! Don’t go speaking on my behalf.”

The light glances at his shadow eyebrows drawn up in surprise at the sharp tone. Everyone glances at Kuroko. The shadow blushes.

“I gave all my food to Tetsuya 2.”

Loud groans from Murasakibara and Kagami almost drown out the even louder laughter. Akashi’s been so absorbed in the childish antics he didn't even realize the one person out of place.

“Why is he here? He isn’t even a Miracle.”

The side conversations all stop at Akashi’s sudden outburst. The individual in question pauses mid bite. Grey eyes harden. He opens his mouth to respond but Kagami beats him to it.

“I invited him. Got a problem with it?” Kagami’s voice is edged with a hidden threat. Daring Akashi to say something about his brother.

“No. I am simply surprised you brought a plus one. I thought that since Kuroko was already a Miracle you would have no need for one.”

Kagami jerks back like he’s been slapped. The sharp retort he had taking shape dies on his tongue. The pink dusting his cheeks only makes everyone howl louder. Aomine presses his fist against his mouth. Murasakibara takes the lapse in attention to scrape some of Kagami’s food onto his own plate. Kise grins like a fool, eyeing Kuroko suggestively. The cornflower eyed boy pulls Tetsuya 2 up to his lap in futile attempt to create a wall. Midorima pinches the bridge of his nose, their horoscopes told him nothing of this development in their relationship. Himuro smiles while he wriggles his eyebrows at his younger brother who in turn glares daggers at him. Akashi does his best to keep his smirk off his face with little success. You have no idea what is coming.

A/N: Woohoo, what do the boys have planned?? You'll be seeing more of them & their antics so get excited. I hope Akashi's breakdown wasn't too OOC, it was hard to write. Keep a lookout for the next chapter (it gets intense!!!). As always your encouragement, love, messages, and continued readership is much appreciated.

1. A championship run is basically a suicide run followed by four sprints across the gym floor lengthwise (I've had to run these back when I played basketball they are brutal, especially at the end of practice)

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Paper Mario: The Origami King

I loved Paper Mario: The Origami King. A lot. It's my first Paper Mario game and it is an understatement to say that I adored it. Enough so that I want to write a full review on my thoughts for the entire game. o-o It’s been so long since I’ve felt the need to do that and it feels good. It feels so good. T-T

So let’s do this. :D This is going to be a long one, and I’ll probably put the cut right before I start talking about individual chapters. Hopefully before that there are no major spoilers, but afterwards its’ a free for all discussion. So spoilers will be present! :D

A Brief History of my Relationship With Paper Mario

I saw an Arlo video talking about it when I was randomly browsing videos on his channel (I found him for something else believe or not) and I think that was the first time I even realized this franchise existed. Lol. (Which is funny because I have a Wii U and Paper Mario: Color Splash was like the last big game for that console).

I was curious so I browsed the Paper Mario Reddit and watched his Color Splash reviews and got interested in the series.

I ended starting to watch play throughs of Thousand Year Door (where I am mostly through the game? The players just finished the area where you get Vivian) and Color Splash (where I am halfway through the game maybe?).

My opinion on both games: They both look fine. TYYD has it’s good points. Color Splash has its good points. I feel like I would be irritated by random battles in both of them, no matter the combat methods. Lol.

But honestly I leaned more toward Color Splash because I love the Paper Aesthetic. Good story + Paper Themed World = My jam.

Which  means that first Origami King trailer smacked me in the face because it looked like I’d be getting both. I preordered the game as soon as I saw the trailer and it did not disappoint. Lol.

General Stuff

The Good: The characters! I adored all of them. Every character, whether generic minion or unique, was bursting with fun dialogue and moments that made me smile. Olivia was precious. I want an Origami Olly to put in my room (I love him so much) and the Legion of Stationary was surprisingly fleshed out. They were easily my favorite bosses in the game, which was a surprise after all the teasing they got in the trailers. Lol.

Plus: LUIGI. Oh my gosh. He’s amazing in this game. XD

The Music doesn’t need my praise. Everyone has praised the music in this game and it deserves it. Every. Single. Track. Is the greatest and I love this soundtrack. I’m listening to it right now (Where can I buy this Nintendo. TELL ME).

I also really enjoyed the battles. It had a nice blend of Turn Based & Overworld Action, keeping things mixed up and fresh. I wasn’t great at some of the combat (Which I’ll talk about below in the chapter by chapter section) but the game makes stuff easier if you fail too much...which I appreciated. LOL.

Oh. And the Confetti thing. I liked it. Filling holes with confetti was satisfying in a nice completionism way. It was kinda soothing, too, and it was nice to physically repair the world in addition to trying to save it in general.

The Critique: The game needed more time with Olly. I’m not just saying that as someone who loved him, I’m saying it as a story miss. We see Olly at the beginning. And we see him for like two seconds at a time between chapters to half-handedly ask Olivia to join him, and then...the final boss fight. One or two cut-away scenes showing what Olly and Peach were doing between the Streamer Banners would have been great and done wonders for fleshing out the story.

The Combat: Opinions on this have been highly mixed. Specifically, I have noticed a large crowd saying the combat is too easy; they line everything up on the first turn and kill everything on the first turn and then they’re drowning in coins so there’s no point to battle.

And then there’s Me: I rarely got the puzzle right on the first turn, which means I didn't get the bonus coins, and I usually burned through weapons and faster since I didn’t get the “Great Line Up!” on the first turn bonus. So I was...constantly fight enemies for coins (Stuff gets expensive in this game) and using them to get help from the Toads.

So when I got puzzles right on the first turn, I felt super accomplished. Lol. I did eventually get better at them (and used one of the help items from the Battle Toad) and was beating them in one turn 60% of the time. So while I really enjoyed the puzzle turn-based battles, I can see how some would get tired and bored of them.

I think a difficulty setting might fix the wildly different experiences with this. The puzzles get much tricker later, so if you’re solving even those too fast--the game could have given you harder stuff to solve.

Though it is sort of funny. If you do well at puzzles, you get a ton of extra bonus coins. But if you’re good at the puzzles, you don’t need those coins since coins are mostly spent on “Getting help for puzzles.” Which the people who are bad at puzzles need but don’t get...fun times.

Boss battles, however, were mostly scripted and I’ll talk about those in detail in the spoiler section below. XD

The Game

Okay! Let’s get into the meat and talk about each Streamer Section individually. o-o Whoooooooo. I’m glad the Game8 Wiki has a nice layout for me to reference. XD

Prologue

This is when I knew I was going to love the game. Luigi is adorable. Origami Peach is every bit as creepy as the trailer promised. And Olly stealing the castle was great. :D

The Red Streamer

This entire streamer is a tutorial. I can see how that could get irritating if you don’t like Olivia holding you hand (and I have seen many complain about it), but this is the only chapter where she does that. 

Which I understand. Every streamer follows the same sort of pattern (explore two or more themed areas to open up a path to a temple, beat a temple, beat a Vellumental, go clear the boss building/area, fight the Stationary Boss). Giving the audience a clear how-to guide to get through an entire Streamer Chapter isn’t the worst.

Plus Olivia is adorable and I used X to talk to her all the time, whether I needed the hint or not. Lol.

Whispering Woods

The mini story with the trees and the the little Toad camp ground are cute. I was surprised that I had to back track here later in the game a few times. XD

Toad Town

The hub world! Here you can find the Museum (which has all the fast travel pipes), the Battle Practice area (which if you visit 3x will give you items to make the Ring battles easier), and the shop (please remember to actually use your membership card you get from here and don’t be like me who paid 24,000 coins in the late game for a collectible when I could have had it HALF OFF but I forgot to equip the membership card).

It also features: A cool Graffiti area I need to visit again because I heard it gets more art as you progress through the game, many Macho Gumbas to beat, the Docks, a Toad that’ll tell you what Power Up Hearts you are missing, more fast travel options, and a great scene with Luigi that kick-starts his sub-story as he hunts for Princess Peach’s Castle Key.

Picnic Road & Overlook Mountain

So many hidden Toads. Everywhere. XD It’s a very lovely area, but again, since this is a tutorial-ish Streamer there isn’t much there aside from enemies to practice fighting and a lot of examples of how Toads hide (including in the ground, in walls, as folded origami, on the other end of small over world puzzles, etc.)

Earth Elemental Temple & Fight

I loved the lead up to this Temple. The fake Koopa one with the small tour boxes was so great. It was funny, cute, and I loved that the fake Temple Tour ended with a real Temple.

The fight was easy (again...tutorial streamer) but I still messed up a few times. Lol. It took me a while to get the hang of the boss rings (and I kid you not, it was like five streamers in before I realized you could move the boss ring panels front and back in addition to rotating the rings).

Olivia turning into a Vellumental was a huge surprise. I’m not sure how I feel about it as a whole, but they use her transforming powers the entire game, so it’s thematically appropriate.

Overlook Tower & Colored Pencils

Fighting your way up the tower to get to the boss was fun. I loved the elevator bits & the drawings everywhere (Colored Pencils drew Olly!!!).

It was a very nice introduction to the future “Boss Building before the Fight” that you’ll face in every Streamer.

Also Colored Pencils having a personality was such a delight that I couldn’t help but grin. Legit, the Legion of Stationary are some of my favorite characters and I’m amazing at how much life and personality they shoved into these office supplies.

I’m sad they die afterwards though. T-T

But with the Red Streamer done, the game stops holding your hand and the game really gets going. :P

The Blue Streamer

One word: Bobby.

It’s fun having the second world be your favorite in the game. Lol. But it just hit all the right beats and made a great impact.

Autumn Mountain

Very pretty area. Lets you get to know Bob-omb (aka “Bobby” as Olivia likes to call him) and his personality as you explore a gorgeous, autumn area. Lots of warm colors and great music tracks. It had a few frustrating areas with the stupid falling Chestnuts (oh my gosh how long did it take me to figure out I needed to hit the wall to break it lol), but overall a good area.

Water Vellumental

I cheated on the slide puzzles. I’ll admit it. I paid the coins to have the Temple solve its own puzzles. LOL.

Years of playing Zelda made me terrified of a Water based Temple but it wasn’t that bad aside from the slide puzzles. A very lovely temple with a great design.

The boss fight was one of the easier ones, but I was still getting the hang of figuring out the pathing for boss fights so it took me a while to figure out how to execute the things I wanted to do (I figured out early I had to use Olivia’s Earth Vellumental form to avoid the Water Attack, but I wasn’t so good at lining u the On Button and the Magic Circles to do it lol).

Eddy River

Lord this was annoying. I missed one of the Holes to fill with confetti and that was the moment were I was like “I will never 100% this game” because the thought of going down that river again made me go “No.” XD

Shogun Studios

I loved running around this amusement park. There were puzzles and character interactions everywhere. (So many item trades between NPCs lol) and the Ninja Mansion was fun. Even if I had to do it twice because I missed Luigi the first time around...

Big Sho’ Theatre & Rubber Band

This was amazing.

Riding the up the tower in the audience seats. The captured Toad audience. The paper Macho actors. The different stage plays. Rubber Band yelling in the background before showing up as the Diva they are.

The Rubber Band fight was also a blast. I figured out the trick immediately and had a great time wrecking that boss. XD

It was fun. The Rubber Band Tower & Fight are easily my 2nd favorite Boss Area and Fight in the game.

Sweetpaper Valley to Breezy Tunnel

I know this area is technically part of the Yellow Streamer, but it feels like an interlude section, so I’m putting it in its own section.

I will admit, I had this part of the game spoiled for me. I knew about what happened to Bobby and I was like “Really. The game’s going to go there.”

And it did.

When you get to the Valley, Olly drops a bolder on Olivia and Bobby’s like “I know how to fix this.”

He takes you on an awesome adventure through the Princess Peach Cruise Ship that involves an incredible Macho Battle on the boat and the retrieval of a special item, and then when you get back...

Bob-omb saves Olivia.

The death of Bobby itself wasn’t the sad part. Honestly it was a little funny because the bolder explodes into a bunch of confetti that Mario picks up as he walks through it.

The sad part is Olivia.

When she realizes what happened to Bobby and runs away. Ug. Sitting with her in the dark as she sobs. Her grief. It’s so sad in the best way. And then Bobby! Bobby tells you to cheer her up and man.

That tiny “That’s not fair” she says to Mario when he makes her laugh? That’s the spot that got me teary eyed for the first time in the game.

It’s so good and it solidified this game as an all time favorite. Even if the rest of the game was horrible, it can’t take that scene away.

The Yellow Streamer

The. Music. This area has my favorite music. Every track is such a jazzy, awesome beat and I could hang out in the Snif City Hotel Pool Room all day to listen to that song. XD

Scorching Dessert & Snif City

Driving through the Desert areas felt a little like padding since you had to keep backtracking everywhere, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the Purple Streamer later, so in hindsight it’s less annoying. Lol.

Snif City has a fun design and I loved exploring it, along with the desert area. The Luigi cameo was pretty fun (as was the intentional game over I triggered to see the animation lol).

Professor Toad is a fun partner character, though I will admit I got stuck for a while because I didn’t realize you could use him to dig in spots that weren’t glowing (oops).

Olivia singing to raise the temple was a treat.

The Fire Vellumental

This temple is how I found out the game makes stuff easier if you fail too many times. There was a jumping area where you have to only jump on blocks that light up and I failed so many times it dropped all the blocks you couldn’t jump on. Uh. Oops. XD

The Fire Vellumental has my favorite design. It’s basically Moltres and Olivia looks awesome as a fire bird.

The Temple of Shrooms and Hole Punch

This might be my favorite Stationary Lair & Fight. The temple was great to explore. The Faceless Toads were fun and creepy. And oh my gosh the DJ dance room caught me so off guard I couldn't help but laugh.

Great music. Great Boss.

The fact he wouldn’t come out unless everyone was partying was fantastic. The fight itself was also pretty fun with the guy hole-punching Mario and having to find your pieces on the grid. The Hole Punch’s theme “Disco Devil” is also so good I can’t take it. Who gave a song a right to be that catchy?

I loved every second of this temple & fight.

Captain T.Ode

And then of course everything ends with Professor Toad finding the Toad he was looking for, finishing out his mini story arc. And using your fire powers to free him (And after the Shangri-Spa Toads worked so hard, too!! Lol).

The Purple Streamer

This is the only area of the game I didn’t like. It had a few good moments (Luigi and the Mushroom Island, a few of the puzzles islands) but overall I wanted to get through it as fast as possible and almost rage quit at one point.

The only saving grace was the ending with the Stationary Boss.

The Great Sea

It took me way too long to realize I had to take the boat out into the mist before it would prompt Captain T.Ode getting his submarine. WAY TOO LONG. I was sailing around aimlessly and screaming in the Museum wondering why the guy didn’t come get the Marino yet for like a solid thirty minutes.

Everything about this area was slow. Swimming from Island to Island. The loading screens between the Submarine sections. The small Island puzzles.

Just. Ug.

And of course when I find out I can upgrade the boat to go faster I didn’t have enough coins. So I had to go to another area to fight baddies to get coins and come back. XD

Even meeting Olly’s creator on an island (with a great Luigi sequence) was a disappointment. It was so short and all we really learned was that Olly is the one who made Olivia (which makes him more her Dad than her Brother...which I have talked bout before but will let the topic drop here for now). And that was IT.

Give me a flashback to Olly being made. Give me more of a hint to what the Origami Maker wrote to make the kid go nuts. Just. Something. Anything! *throws hands in the air*

The Ice Vellumental

This temple was annoying. The sliding ice puzzles were just...no. They aren’t actually that bad. I was just really burned out from all the sailing when I got to this temple and was in a bad mood. I’ll be fair--the temple itself was fine.

(Except for one area where you had to climb the stairs while dodging falling boulders and I kept messing up  my jumps and having to do it over and ARRRGH).

BUT THE BEAR.

I hate the bear. I had my first game over with the bear. I nearly rage Quit with the bear. And I beat him EVENTUALLY with 10 HP and because the game had pity on me and stuck the 1000 Arms Technique panel on the outer row.

I was fine up until the “Memorize the path and recreate it” section. The path would look easy. I’d remember where it was. But then the rings would get shuffled and I could not recreate the path for the life of me. I tried it so many times. I failed so many times.

*stares into the distance* 

I watched a Youtube Tutorial that beat that boss in five minutes. It took me like an hour. There is a special type of frustration that comes from “I know what I need to do and I know the trick but I can’t seem to make it work.”

The Three Trials

I paid coins to make these easier. I was so done with everything by that point, that failing the stupid Strength Trial twice in a row was enough to just. End me. XD

The Sea Tower and Tape

A shining light in a horrible Streamer. Lol. The Tower was fun to climb and I got excited for the Tape boss.

Who did not disappoint.

His greaser Punk personality and calling Olly “Boss” was the first thing that made me really grin this entire streamer. Even Tape’s fight gimmick taping the panels down was almost a relief and a much easier fight than the Ice Vellumental.

I loved the Tape fight. XD

The Green Streamer

Aka “Kamek is awesome and bless the Bowser Minions.”

Shangri-Spa

I liked this area more than I thought I would. When I first got there and saw the theme of Angel Toads I was like “Why” and then I saw Bower’s fallen Castle, met all the minions paying off their debt cleaning, and Olivia thought Kamek was a housekeeper.

Bless all of it.

And then Bowser Jr. gets cut into pieces by a pair of scissors and it was like “Oh, shit.”

You fix him of course, but the implications were like “Dude, those scissors killed Bowser Jr.” I honestly think one of the reasons they leaned so much harder into the “paper” aesthetic was to get away with more violence/darker content. The entire Scissors lair and fight is the perfect example. It sort of follows TV and Cartoon logic - if it’s not human, you can get away with a LOT more violence (like robots getting ripped apart or derezzing characters in Tron).

It’s not actual gore, but if you think about what it symbolizes, it really hits you (and why Mario Game Overs getting cut in half instead of reviving with his Green Mushroom).

You get a small break after that exploring all the Spas and their mini puzzles to fix Bowser Jr. The Jungle Area is the longest of which and has some nice scripted Game Overs that are fun to trigger and Olivia, Kamek, and Bowser Jr. have a good “Pick me!” scenario that gets repeated.

The boss of his area is also Macho Chain Chomp which is a win in my book because Chain Chomp is Best Mario Baddie.

(I love Chain Chomps. I have a Chain Chompette on my Keychain.)

Bowser’s Castle & Scissors

I noticed a lot of people saying Scissors was their favorite Stationary Boss and I didn’t quite get why until this Castle & Fight. He’s not knocking Hole Punch out of the way on my own list (Seriously that Boss fight music), but he is up there on the “Dude” factor.

Scissors is creepy. He is a literal sadist who tortures everyone he gets his hand on. His shadow paper minions are creepy and have cool Ring Battles.

The mutilated minions he used to make up a paper Macho Buzzy Beetle was dark if you thought about it too long - but it was a great Kamek moment. XD

Scissors himself had a great “I want a challenge!” attitude and his fight was intense.

I also screwed up and broke the blade guard on the first turn and uh. I died very quickly. XD That note that says “DO NOT BREAK THE GUARD” wasn’t kidding. I’m not super at timing action commands, so uh, jumping over the blades didn’t work out so well (especially when Scissors started cheating...).

Second time went much better. I figured out how to time attacks to avoid hitting his guard. I got to see the awesome cut scene where he took the guard off. I actually dodged a hit. I had fun. XD

And then Bowser enters the scene for the final areas of the game. Whoooo!

Finale

Bowers’ Air Ship appearance was epic. Very cinematic and I loved how he was like “I might use this against you later.”

Mario and Bowser team ups never fail to disappoint, honestly.

The air battle was messed up.

After that entire scene with Bobby in the Blue Streamer...I am now firing Bob-ombs at planes freely and in mass numbers because I have bad aim. I just. I don’t know if I want to laugh or cry. XD

The crash landing and the race out of the volcano were fun, though.

Peach’s Castle & Olly’s Castle

Luigi finally brought us the right key. I haven’t talked about Luigi much, but every single one of his appearances brought a smile with them. I loved how he had a key in every chapter like clockwork, and even now, he came through.

Bowser talking about Luigi was also pretty great. XD

But most importantly:

I love Olly. His few appearances here desperately made me wish there had been more of him earlier. He’s a dramatic little brat and I want to hug him.

The transformation of Peach’s Castle to Olly’s Origami one? Amazing. One of my favorite cut scenes in the game.

Fighting the Origami Castle itself? Eh. Aside from the great music tracks, it was a little tedious. It lacked the cool levels of the earlier Boss Areas and was mostly “use 1000 folding arms” to progress. I didn’t hate the area, but it was a bit of a let down.

Stapler was nice though. He was a good dog. That I crushed in combat. o-o

King Olly

His throne room covered in Paper Cranes is my favorite designed room & man, I wish I remembered to take more screen shots. It was so creepy and so dark and it looked so good with this tiny paper King sitting alone next to an empty throne since Olivia “Betrayed” him. 

I loved how his castle still had Olivia everywhere. Like they were meant to be together, but still separated. So good. T-T

The Princess Peach reveal was also so creepy and great.

But also made me wish for more cut scenes. Why did Olly want to make her into the wall? Why did he want her quiet? Did she annoy him? Or What? Tell me, game. Tell me!

Aesthetically it made the room look perfect though as his creepy little room. XD

As far as Olly's motivations go...I have mixed feelings. On the one hand, yes, it’s a little shallow. “A Toad wrote on me so now I’m going to destroy all flat paper beings and make them origami!” is sure...a thing. But I’m also a fan of Evil Characters that are just...evil. Maybe Olly really did just want to make everything Origami so they were like him. He was the first “Living” Origami creature and maybe he was just lonely. That’s why he made Olivia and wanted everyone to be like him. 

But that’s also reading into it...and makes me want to write a fanfic exploring it, but this is a review. XD

I’m fine with “Olly was looking for any excuse to go nuts and take over the world and the writing will just have to do.” Even if it does make his little “I guess I lost so now I’m redeemed” moment feel forced. XD

The Fights

The Bowser Origami Sumo vs Giant Olly thing was...okay. I get what they were going for, but it kinda missed the mark with me.

The Actual Olly fight? Oh lord. I had to do it like 10 times.

I failed the Action commands...a lot. Which meant a lot of game overs since I went into the fight with like 40 health (I may or may not be bad at jumping and the Sumo fight throwing stars may or may not have wrecked my health) and didn’t doge Olly's attacks.

Thankfully the game made the ring puzzle easier each time so I could actually finish it.

And it only took me 4 times to get the action commands right? XD Something like that.

I DID IT which is the point.

(This is a case of “If I was better at gaming I would have loved the fight” but my poor skills made it longer and more tedious than it should have been - only’s awesome speech at the beginning loses its bite after the fourth time hearing it.)

The Final Cut Scene

Olivia saying Goodby to Olly had me teary eyed. Her holding his little hand. Reading the message their creator left. Olly’s request for her to make him into the last crane.

Olivia’s freaking WISH. Knowing that She, herself, was one of Olly’s creations.

The cut scene was beautiful. The cranes. The light. The castles’ return.

The party at the end. The two little empty thrones.

I was sniffing through the (very well done and great to watch) credits.

Olivia was such a good girl and I miss her and Olly so much.

This ending was the perfect example of “Wouldn’t change it because it made me sad in a good way but Bless Fanfics and their “Everyone Lives” alternate universes.”

THE END

The game had a few hiccups but overall? I loved it. I can very easily see how “Your first Paper Mario is your favorite” is going to hold true. Wonderful game.

I might have to actually go back and try to 100% the game to get that extra ending I’ve seen spoiled.

[hqvalentineexchange]

faq (edition 2020-2021)

Table of contents

General rules Doubts and concerns (before you sign up) Creating and publishing gift

General rules

Is a NSFW/R18 content allowed? 

No, sorry. Not everyone is comfortable with such a content, plus we have no way to confirm peoples’ ages and we don’t intend on exposing minors to this kind of content.

What else is off-limits?

Romantic relationships between minor and adult characters or family members (so minor/adult ships and incest). Some possibly trggering things could slip our minds at the moment though so if you have any concerns, please feel free to message us!

What can I make?

You can either draw a fanart or write a fanfic. There are no other options at this moment, because determining the minimum for things such as playlists and edits is difficult. Maybe it will change in the future, if there are next editions of this event!

I changed my URL. What should I do? 

Just send us an ask, email, message on Tumblr or any other social media (we linked them in our about!) with your previous and current URL. We’ll inform the person making your gift about the change.

I can’t find the URL of the person I’m making gift for. It shows me the URL is incorrect. What do I do?

Send us an ask, email, message on Tumblr or any other social media (we linked them in our about!). It is possible we didn’t send you an information about the change yet, or the person you’re making the gift for forgot to inform us about them changing their URL. 

Can I tell the person I’m making the gift for, that it’s me? 

Nope. Keep it a secret until the February 14th, when it’s a time for a big reveal. 

Can I message the person I’m making the gift for to get to know them and their preferences better? 

You can send them anonymous asks if they have Tumblr and enabled anon asks or anonymous asks on CuriousCat if they have one, but please, keep your identity and details about your gift a secret.

Doubts and concerns (before you sign up)

Is it a stricly shippy event?

No! We appreciate all the kinds of relationships in this house! It can be shippy, but it can be 100% platonic, too!

Do I have to make a work centered around Valentines? 

No, if the person you’re making gift for didn’t include it in their prompts. You can make a Valentine-centered work if you’re stuck and don’t have any inspiration tho. You can use the prompts:

❀ the first date or the perfect date if they asked for romantic relationships

or

❀ found family or all that glitters is not gold (as a methaphor for “not all love is romantic”) for platonic relationships instead, then.

Do I have to create a work for a pairing I don’t like?

Nope! We’ll match you with someone basing on relationships, favourite characters and the prompts/likes. We’ll do our best to make sure everyone is happy!

What if somebody drops out and someone won’t get a gift?

Hopefully some people will want to be a Pinch Servers - people who’ll make an additional gift in place of the person who dropped out. We’ll try our best to guarantee no one will be left without a gift. 

How can I contact you and how will you contact me?

You can contact us through Tumblr (we’ll answer asks on the blog), various social media and email (just email us back once we send out the match-ups), but we will always contact you through your preferred means of contact. There is a question in the sign-up form where you can specify how you want us to contact you.

I’m signing up through Tumblr. Do I have to sign up with my main blog?

No, you can sign up with your side-blog, too! Just add your main blog’s address in the brackets next to your side-blog’s URL in the sign up form, so we know it’s you.

Creating and publishing gift

I got informations about the person I’m making gift for! May you remind me what exactly the sections are? Do I have to follow all of them?

You don’t have to follow all of them! Only the favourite romantic/platonic relationships and prompts (with a small exception mentioned above in the “Doubts and concerns (before you sign up)” section and explained below once again) are mandatory to follow! Obligatory thing to do is also to avoid things listed in the triggers section and possibly not using the things from dislikes field.

Favourite tropes are there to guide you in the right direction. They help to gauge general likes of the person you're making the gift for. You can use them, but you don't have to!

Other romantic relationships are optional. You can use them as background relationship, but you don’t have to.

Little Things are small details and headcanons that aren’t exactly prompts, but would make the person you’re making a gift for smile. They can be general or linked with one of the things they listed in the “Prompts” section. Little Things™ can be only mentioned in passing or used somewhere in the background, be an important part of the work or not included at all, it’s entirely up to you.

Favourite characters are greatly appreciated! They’re usually part of the pairing anyway.

Triggers are absolute no-no, as I explained above.

Also remember that in dislikes you could list (besides characters, notps, AUs and other things) also the (possibly exagerated) tropes or headcanons that became widely accepted fanon, but not everyone likes!

Do I have to follow the prompts the person I’m making the gift for gave me? 

It’s highly recommended. But if you’re stuck and don’t have any inspiration, you can use the prompt the first date or the perfect date or found family or all that glitters is not gold (as a methaphor for “not all love is romantic”) instead. Don’t make up your own prompts, please. 

How does my gift should look like? What are minimum requirements?

If you’re creating an art: don’t create a small piece.

If you’re making digital art, the minimum is 1600x1200 pixels.

If you draw traditionally, the minimal size of paper sheet is A4, make sure the scan is in high quality (if you can’t make a scan - make sure the photo is in high quality too, sharp and with good lighting).

The sketches are not allowed, the piece has to be finished - either colored or monochromatic. 

If it’s multi-part comic, publish the first part between February 14th-21st and finish it later.

If you’re writing fanfiction: at least 1500 words.

It can be a collection of drabbles, too, but the word count for all the drabbles in total has to be at least 1500 words, too.

It can be an oneshot or multichapter, but please, if you’re writing a multichapter, publish the first chapter between February 14th-21st and finish it. 

Are we allowed to include profanity in the fics?

Sure! Just put a warning (regardless if it will be “literally one f-word” or “[character A] swears a lot” or something else), just in case.

It’s not allowed to write NC18. That is rate E on AO3. What about T and M? Not too much mature content of course but like… can we briefly mention it? Or go into it smoothly? For example are we allowed to write detailed kissing/ little bit of make out?

We think make-out sessions and detailed kissing are okay as long as that’s where it ends.

Can I make more than one gift? 

Of course!

When we exchange gifts are we just going to send them to our assigned person or are we going to send them to you first oooor are we going to do it another way?

It’s up to you, to be honest! You can:

a) submit your gift here and we will publish it when the time comes (you can find recommended formating in the question below),

b) post it on your own blog (you can find recommended formating in the question below),

c) post only the link to it - for example if you’re writing fanfiction and you publish it on AO3, FF.net or whatever platform you use,

d) if you decided to post your work outside of Tumblr, you don’t even have to make a separate post to share it here, you can also send the link in private message.

There are only two rules regarding posting the gift:

1. If you’re posting it outside of Tumblr, don’t do it before the posting date (so you can’t post it for example February 10th and then share the link on February 14th. You should post it Febraury 14th (or later, but the deadline is February 21st) and then share the link right away. If you know you’ll be busy then, consider publishing it on Tumblr first (because you can queue it), and only then sharing it on the outside platform later, too).

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Is there a special format I should use while posting my gift? 

Not really. Just make sure that you tag the person you’re making the gift for by using the “@” and, if you want us to reblog it to this blog, tag your work with #hqvalentineexchange or #hqvalex2021 in the first five tags. Just remember - Tumblr is sometimes a meanie and doesn’t show posts in the tag, so if you tagged your work properly and we didn’t reblog it, shoot us an ask or a message to one of the mods. You don’t have to link to the event blog, but it would be greatly appreciated.

Though if you’re writing a fic - you can include a pairing, rating and word count, and consider putting the story under a read more for convenience of others. You also should include the things that can potentialy trigger others, even if the person you’re making the gift for is fine with such content (for example - the person you’re making the gift for asked for super angsty and dramatic zombie apocalypse au with a happy ending. You should warn others there’s violence and blood, and maybe gore, even if your giftee is absolutely fine with it). 

I published the gift! Is that all?

Well, yes! Just one more thing - if you have sent the gift or the link to it in private message or didn’t @ this blog or didn’t use the tags we recommended in the question above, please, let us know via email, ask or private message on one of our social media that you did share the gift, so we can keep track of if everyone got their present!

Feel free to send us an ask, if you still have any questions!

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Here We Go Again chapter 16

Hazel was still brooding a week later. Actually, she became defiant. Refusing to do her homework unless one of them was there to make sure she’d done it. She refused to clean up after herself or eat at all unless she was really hungry. Michael had let her go hungry the first few times until she realized that refusing food was not going to sway him, especially after she had spilled hot soup on herself trying to reach the microwave. After that she just went to Michael to ask for food and he would either get up and reheat some food from that night or tell her to ask her father.

Not that she had apologized. Briar had tried on a couple occasions to get her parents to revoke their punishment so that Hazel would break out of her funk. Craig was tempted, but Michael assured him that she would get over it eventually. Amanda had behaved the same way once over something he couldn’t remember and had said the same things. It had been two weeks before she had come around again. No matter what happened between them, he was still her father. She’d come around eventually.

Still, Craig was a little down in the dumps himself. It didn’t help that he and Smashley had to leave for a week-long business trip in San Francisco. He delayed it for as long as he could, but eventually Michael told him to just go before he was in his third trimester and he was physically incapable of doing anything but eating, sleeping, and going to the bathroom without help. She had said goodbye before she had gone off to school that day, but she had still yet to apologize for what she said to him. And while Craig was still able to go about his business, Michael knew that it still hurt. Hopefully he would be able to get through to her in the week his bro was going to be gone.

They were quiet on the way to the airport. Craig had told him the details of the trip, but to be honest, Michael only followed some of it. He was a financial adviser. He could balance budgets and review stocks and give advice on investments and retirement funds and stuff like that. He knew next to nothing about sales and advertising and manufacturing and everything that Craig’s business did. Craig was good at his business, though, and Michael was proud of him and what he was able to accomplish.

“I’ll miss you,” he said as they stood embracing in the airport. He was crying a bit at the thought of Craig leaving for a whole week. It wasn’t his first business trip, but it was the first while he was pregnant. He would have to go to the doctor alone. Take care of the kids alone. Sleep in his bed alone. He had gotten used to Craig’s presence.

“I’ll miss you, too, bro,” Craig replied. “Don’t overexert yourself. Make sure the girls get their homework done. There’s plenty of leftovers in the fridge—”

“Thanks, superdad,” Michael interrupted. “I will, don’t worry.”

Craig gave a humorless chuckle. “Just… if she comes around while I’m gone, let me know,” he said as he pulled back. There were tears in his eyes. Michael rested a hand on his cheek.

“I will, I promise. Let me know when you land,” he replied.

Craig leaned down to kiss him gently on the mouth. “I love you, bro,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.”

They broke contact and Craig took his suitcase and began to cross the lobby to get in line. River began fussing around and Craig turned back around.

“Dada!” she cried. Craig scooped her up and left butterfly kisses on her cheek, making her giggle.

“You be good, tiny bro,” he said. Michael could tell he was trying to hold it together. He was trying to hold it together himself as he watched Craig hug River gently against his chest. After a few minutes, Craig handed her back to him and turned around to head back into line. He turned around again.

“I forgot to mention,” he said. “I asked my parents to come by and help you out while I’m gone. They should get there this afternoon.”

Michael’s mind raced with a mixture of relief and disbelief. He could, theoretically, take care of the kids on his own, but God was it going to be good to have some adults around to help him out. Especially grandparents, parenting pros.

“How did you forget to mention that?” he demanded. “Thank God!”

Craig just grinned. “Have fun,” he said. He turned around a walked away to get in line. Michael turned around and walked out of the building. If he watched him go, he would just start crying again and he really needed to avoid doing that until he got home. He waddled as fast as he could out of the building and got in the car. ******************************************************************************

Sure enough, as soon as he got home he noticed their car in the driveway. Considering they weren’t at the door, he assumed that they’d found the spare key. He walked up the porch with some difficulty. Great, he thought. Now I can’t even get up the stairs. With some effort and a lot of dependency on the railing, he managed to make it up the stairs and onto the threshold. He got into the house and leaned back against the door to catch his breath.

“Michael, there you are!” It was Courtney. She hastened over to him and helped him over to the living room. “You shouldn’t be on your feet, dear. Not at this time in the pregnancy.”

“I had to get Craig to the airport,” he said. “But thank you.”

Courtney helped ease Michael down onto the couch and scooted the ottoman over to him so he could put his feet up. He couldn’t help but lean back against the couch.

“Thank God Craig had the sense to call you,” he groaned.

“God knows neither of you is the sort to ask someone to help you out,” she replied. “I suspect he wouldn’t have if it weren’t for the fact that he can’t be in two places at once.”

“Guilty,” he replied.

“Now,” she said, standing up. “You hungry?”

“Starving,” he said. Bryce brought in a bowl of leftovers and gave it to him before he sat down in the recliner next to the couch to read his newspaper.

“Now son,” she said. “How have you been holding up?”

Michael told them all about how his second trimester had been going, how he’d had a few good days but overall still exhausted and sore. How he and Craig had been going to prenatal yoga classes to stay in shape but unless he was doing yoga with him, he could hardly walk anywhere without having to stop and take a rest every five minutes. He was extremely glad that he wasn’t having issues with his vision but he was nearly always hungry and never seemed to be able to get comfortable.

“I feel like I’m the size of a cow,” he said, sniffing. “They said that it would get easier during the second trimester, but I really just want to give birth so this will all be over.”

“I can’t imagine,” Courtney replied. “I was pregnant six times and some of them were rough but I never had to have two at once.”

“This is probably the universe’s way of punishing me for telling Joseph that anyone who voluntarily had more than two kids had to be insane,” he said. “Though that was before I knew he had four.”

Bryce chuckled from safely behind his newspaper. Courtney changed the subject. “Have you and Craig decided on names, yet?”

Michael wiped his eyes. “Not yet, but the list has been narrowed down,” he said. “Mostly because it turns out that nature themed names for boys are much harder to find than they are for boys.”

She rolled her eyes. “That boy,” she said. “Where he got this obsession with nature names is beyond me.”

“You mean you didn’t tell him that you wanted to be able to draw a landscape of your grandkids names?” Michael asked, teasing. “Why not? Who doesn’t want that?”

“Normal fucking people, you doofus,” she replied.

Michael gasped and placed his hands protectively over his stomach. “Hey, they’re supposed to be able to hear you now, you know,” he said, laughing. “They’re gonna come out of me cursing like sailors if you keep that up.”

Courtney laughed. “I would pay money to watch that happen.”

They talked for a while about whether Michael had a plan for the birth, which he did, but because he was 40 years old and having twins, the doctors were leaning towards a C-section. They talked about their converting the spare room into the new room for the twins. Which inevitably led to the fight between Hazel and Briar and the dramatic declaration of hatred. Courtney didn’t say anything, just nodded solemnly. There was no profanity, no sharp wit. Even Bryce closed his newspaper and set his hand in a steeple over his chest.

“Hazel’s been sulking ever since,” Michael said. He could feel the tears in his eyes forming again. “I want to think that we did the right thing, but it always sucked when Amanda did it.”

“It always sucks whenever anyone does it,” Courtney replied. “But the first time is always the worst.”

“I would just like to get through to her before Craig gets back from his trip,” he said.

“Well, I haven’t had a moody preteen in years,” Bryce chimed in, “but maybe we can figure something out. We’re grandparents, after all.” ****************************************************************

That afternoon, the girls got home from the bus and burst inside the house shouting for their grandparents. They ran into the living room where Bryce laughed and scooped them up in his traditional hug in greeting. Their backpacks flew to the floor as he swung them around. He set them down on the ground.

“Wait, what are you doing here?” Hazel asked. “I mean, it’s not our birthday or anything. Not that I’m not happy to see you, you know.”

“Your dad asked us if we could help out Michael around the house while he’s out on his business trip,” Courtney replied.

Hazel looked confused. “Dad’s on a business trip?” she asked. “When is he coming back? Why didn’t he tell us?”

“We told you several times, Hazel,” Michael said testily. “You always said you heard us.”

Hazel averted her eyes sheepishly but didn’t respond. Michael sighed.

“He’s coming back in a week,” he said.

“Do you think he’ll change his mind in a week?” she asked.

“No, not really,” he said.

“Why not?!” she demanded.

“Because,” he said looking her dead in the eyes. “It was my idea. I’m the one you need to convince.”

“But it’s not fair!” she shouted. “Tell him, Briar! Tell him it’s not fair!”

Briar looked like a deer in headlights, looking furtively between the adults in the room and her sister.

Poor kid, he thought. No one should have to be in her position.

“I…” she said. Hazel glared at her and she shrank back.

“I hate you all!” Hazel shrieked. She stomped off and ran up the stairs, making sure her stomps were as hard as she could muster. Briar collapsed against the couch and sighed. Michael cringed as he heard the door slam but he got up with some difficulty and walked over to Briar and put his hand on her shoulder. Courtney, meanwhile, followed her angsty granddaughter up the stairs.

“You okay, champ?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s just…” she said. “Sometimes I just want to scream at her. Is that bad?”

“No, baby,” he said. “It’s normal to be frustrated with family sometimes. As long as you don’t take out those frustrations on them. It’s never okay to hurt the people you love.”

“Then why did you take her out of soccer?” she asked. “Isn’t that kind of hurting her?”

Michael thought for a moment. Damn it, why can’t kids ask easy questions?

He was saved by Bryce, who knelt down in front of her. “Briar, how did Hazel pretending to be you make you feel?”

“Bad,” she replied. “She always blamed me for everything that would get her into trouble.”

“And how many times did your parents tell her not to do that?” he responded.

“A lot,” she said. “Like, all the time. She never listened.”

“Exactly,” he said. “Hazel may not like being punished, but you don’t like taking the blame for what she does. Your parents don’t like getting calls from the school because you got in trouble for what she did. She didn’t listen, and now she has to live with the consequences. Do you understand?”

Briar sniffed but she nodded her head. Bryce smiled. “Good, now what do you say to some ice cream?”

Briar’s eyes widened and she smiled. “Before dinner? But won’t dad be upset?”

“Well,” Bryce said, straightening up to a standing position. “Don’t tell him. A little bit of ice cream when you’re sad never hurt anyone. Unless you’re lactose intolerant, I suppose.”

Briar giggled and followed him to the kitchen where he produced a half gallon container of chocolate ice cream. He put one finger to the side of his nose.

“Our little secret,” he whispered conspiratorially.

Briar laughed. “You got it, grandpa.”

[fifiliphaser]

A Face In The Remains

The Beauty In Bones

[AO3 Version]

Relationships: Jack Hodgins/Angela Montenegro, Temperance Brennan & Angela Montenegro

Characters: Jack Hodgins, Angela Montenegro, Clark Edison

Summary: A passionate palaeontologist and a beautiful artist—at first, they don't seem to have much in common. However, a set of bones and a murder mystery draws them together in a rather unexpected fashion. It may be a begginning of a long lasting partnership, or maybe something way more exciting.

("The 200th in the 10th" 'verse; basically, it is a collection of Hodgela-centered ficlets, because that one cute scene from that episode just wasn't enough.)

I loved that episode, but as a huge Hodgela fan I was a tad bit dissapointed that they get only a one short scene, as cute as it was. And after some fruitless searching for a fic about them in that setting, I gave up and decided to write something myself.

And that is why I present you today, my dear readers, that humble collection of ficlets I hope you will enjoy.

Since it is my first work for Bones, I have to start with admitting that I fell in love with that show not so long time ago (well, in the autumn of last year), but it helped me so much both as a source of great entertainment and an escape in the worse moments.

When I was watching "The 200th in the 10th" for the first time, I kinda hoped that they would show the process of sketching (Hodgela, you know), but I guess the 45-minute time frame didn't let them.

So this is my take on what could've happened in that moment. I hope everyone is bearably in character (especially Angie, since I don't consider it my best take on her character; hopefully, I will be more content with her in the next ficlet). However, I must admit I'm quite glad with how Hodgins' portrayal turned out—I think that he resembles that hopeless and nerdy romantic we all know and love.

Let me know if you like it! The next chapter should be published next week (hopefully)—I have a few more ideas, but I'm more than open for prompts and suggestions :D

Professor Hodgins paced nervously from the supposed remains of Eva Braga, set neatly on a table, to his precious tyrannosaurus. Miss Brennan’s idea of sketching a dead woman’s face was brilliant, admittedly, however, even the awareness of that fact couldn’t ease his anxiety. After all, despite all the superlatives which Miss Brennan used to describe her artist friend, there could only be so many as talented and as brilliant women as her. In other words, the professor feared that even though that woman might possess necessary artistic skills, she would not be able to capture accurately a possible appearance of the murder victim.

Obviously, he was the one to read all the information they needed from the bones, but he found himself lacking an artist’s imagination. He was afraid that if that woman—Miss Montenegro, he reminded himself—was unable to see anything in the bones herself, their task would be much more strenuous that he had initially anticipated, and its outcome could be short of the required accuracy. In consequence, the sketch would be of a very little help to Miss Brennan.

“She still has a few minutes, professor,” Edison pointed out, his eyes fixed on a bone he was currently studying.

At first, Hodgins ignored that comment, but after one more round from one remains to the others he concluded that his walking around could not possibly change the course of the current situation, and therefore he stopped next to the woman’s bones.

“Have you discovered something new?,” professor asked his assistant with genuine interest, hoping that there might be a clue in the bones helpful in determining the woman’s identity. In that case, sketching would become completely unnecessary.

“No, nothing,” Edison admitted, a little disappointed. “But I’m trying to collect as much information about the influence of fire on human bones as I can. I believe it’s worth documenting, because it may be useful in the future,” he smiled proudly, clearly pleased with his own forward thinking.

“Yes, it is certainly worth doing…,” professor agreed, leaning over the bones. “Never have I thought I might be that invested in examining the bones that are not million years old and furthermore belong to Homo sapiens,” he muttered, looking closely at the charred surface of ribs and a sternum.

He became so immersed in his observation that he didn’t register someone walking into the room and calling his name. It was a slight poking on his arm that finally attracted his attention. He turned around abruptly, only to find himself facing a woman of an intricate beauty. The pair of dark eyes were cautiously studying his face, while corners of the intensively red lips slowly raised in a polite smile. Dark brown wavy hair, framing her symmetrical features, were shining slightly in the light of the lamps illuminating the study.

However, he was forced to stop his marvelling over the beauty, as her sweet voice brought him back to reality. “I’m sorry, are you professor Jack Hodgins?”

He parted his lips, ready to answer, but he wasn’t able to find his voice. He could almost feel Edison’s stare boring into his back and getting more and more intensive with every passing moment. Although his assistant was probably ready to respond on his behalf, Hodgins finally gathered his bearings. “Ye-yes…,” he confirmed, scolding himself in his mind for his wavering voice. “Yes, that is me,” he added, this time more firmly.

The beauty’s smile broadened, with a glint of pearly teeth visible between her lips. “Brennan sent me, I’m supposed to make a sketch of the victim,” she exclaimed, glancing at Edison. “I heard the news,” she continued excitedly. “That mystery is getting more interesting with every discovery.”

“Oh, yes. Yes, it is,” professor chimed in, doing his best not to be completely distracted by that gorgeous woman that had just stepped into his study.

“May I take a look?,” she asked, pointing at the skull.

“Of course.” Hodgins smiled a bit awkwardly, stepping away and allowing the beauty to have a closer look.

“It’s…,” she paused for a moment, taking in the picture of the bones laying before her. “I never made a sketch of a face based only on a skull,” she admitted a bit sheepishly.

Professor compressed his lips, his earlier anxiety creeping back into his mind. His worries turned out to be justifiable apparently, yet he couldn’t dwell on this for too long as Miss Montenegro’s shy smile captured his attention.

“I've never seen real human bones and it is… a bit disturbing, but I wasn’t expecting that so much of actual face features can be seen on the skull,” she marvelled, capturing it with her delicate fingers and raising it a bit, so she could better examine its structure. “I knew it would be… an interesting experience, but this is…,” she trailed off, tracing the skull’s edges with her index finger. “I doubt I could enjoy working with dead people, but to give one of them their face back… I think it’s worth it,” she smiled, gazing at the professor, who did his best to pretend that he hadn’t been staring at her for the last couple of minutes.

“It is certainly high-minded,” Hodgins agreed, proceeding to adjust his glasses, so he could avoid her look. “I am glad that you are so driven to perform your task, Miss…,” he wanted to continue, his memory being as good as it was, but the woman jumped in quicker than he could finish.

“Oh, I forgot about introducing myself!,” she interjected apologetically, carefully putting the skull back on the table. “I’m Angela Montenegro,” she declared, offering her hand to the professor.

He took it a bit hesitantly, taken aback by her gesture. Her skin was soft; he couldn’t help but feel as if it was a piece of precious silk caressing his palm. “I’ve known that already, Miss Brennan informed me about all the details,” he explained politely, releasing her hand and giving her a small smile.

For a moment seconds seemed to last much longer than they should, as he sunk in those chocolate eyes, so full of excitement and passion. He would have stayed like this for the next few hours had it not been for the amount of important work that was yet to be done. Hodgins cleared his throat, motioning at his assistant. “This is Clark Edison, he is helping me with my research,” he clarified.

Miss Montenegro nodded at the other man, to which he responded with a warm smile. “Nice to meet you, Mr Edison,” she affirmed.

“The pleasure’s all mine,” the man replied, making a small bow.

She chuckled lightly in response, which was one of the most beautiful sounds the professor had ever heard. He couldn’t believe how it could have happened, but he was completely mesmerised by the woman before him. From her graceful movements, to her quite exotic features, everything about her seemed perfect. Why such an angel appeared in his study, he wasn’t able to tell.

“I think I should get to work,” Miss Montenegro remarked, reaching to her bag to pull out a sketchpad and drawing tools. “Where may I…” She looked around, searching for a suitable place to sit dawn and start sketching.

The professor quickly understood what she meant and showed her a small desk nearby. “I’ll bring you the skull in a moment.”

She nodded and headed towards the desk, sitting down on a chair next to it soon after. She placed everything she needed on the desktop, and laced her fingers, glancing at the two men that were leaning over the bones.

Hodgins quickly caught her look and cautiously took the skull. Rushing towards her, he tried to focus on the tools that were spread on the desk, instead of her curious gaze. “Voila,” he stated, putting the skull on one of the books to the side, so it could be better visible.

“Thank you.” She smiled, reaching out for a pencil. “I think we should start. So, tell me, doc, what do you see?” She looked at him with curiosity, tilting slightly her head.

“Oh, one can read the whole life story from the bones,” he declared enthusiastically, leaning closer to the skull. Indeed, he could see a face before him, although only in his own mind. When it came to describing that picture in an imaginative enough way, he doubted his ability. “But I'm afraid I lack an artistic soul,” he admitted dejectedly after a moment.

She narrowed her eyes. “Let's see about that…,” she muttered, more to herself it seemed. “Shall we?” She offered him a warm smile, to which he responded with a smile of his own.

[autoirishlitdiscourses]

Discourse of Thursday, 16 March 2017

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