#And don't even mention whispy

[necromicon42]

You know what is crazy in Kirby?

Kirby has fought and killed powerful beings and gods like...

A literal nightmare

A crazy space jester

A crazed bug queen obsessed with beauty

An eldritch destroyer of worlds

An analog horror alien

ALL have been slayed/killed by Kirby,

AND YET THE FUCKING CLOUD IS THE IMMORTAL ONE.

[hopeluna]

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ — 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐵𝑂𝑌 𝐼𝑆 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐸 (𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆'𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏)

✘ Part of the writing event by @carolmunson ! You can find the prompts n dialogue here, pls feel free to join in and write your own version <3

✘ the scene: a romantic night-in at the trailer. 

✘ CW: eddie munsson x fem!reader, very much rom com vibes cause come on it's me, first time writing for eddie pray for me, was tryna do fluff but turned into hurt/comfort, mentions of financial insecurity, eddie being the best bf material out there. 1k

The trailer door creaks on it's hinges like it's going to fall off any moment. It hardly registers in Eddie's brain, pulling the door more forcefully open with a beaming grin to let you in.

He's practically vibrating from the pent up anticipation. It's been a few days since you both have properly spent any time with each other. Between you being busy with college and him playing to a steadily growing crowd at The Hideout, the past few days consisted only of short kisses and exchanging i love you's in passing.

Eddie didn't really wanna pester you much either. Even though he missed you these days like a starved man, the relationship was fairly new and blooming and he didn't have the heart to somehow accidentally mess it up right from the get go.

"What brings you to the freak's humble abode, my fair lady?"

He gives you a toothy grin when he sees you telling him to silently shut up. You weren't a huge fan of the 'freak' title. "I come with gifts!", you hold up the small pastel paper box like a medal.

Eddie lets out a low whistle, with a whisper of 'gimme', making animated grabby hands till you place the box delicately in his outstretched hands. He immediately digs in with hurried but careful hands, cautious to not damage the paper cause he knows you probably took hours to get it just right.

A soft smile pulls his lips up at the small pastries. It looks absolutely delectable. Whispy vanilla frosting coated all over the soft sponge, the scent of vanilla bean hitting his nose, little flecks of edible glitter and sprinkles all tied with a plump strawberry at the top.

"You made these?"

"Mhm! We did chocolate last week and red velvet the week before that, so I thought we could go for a classic vanil-"

Giggles fill the quiet space of the trailer, Eddie placing light, ticklish kisses all over your lips. His grin only stretches more when you shriek his name to let you go, "if you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem!"

"Oh yeah, sweetheart? And what is that problem?"

"I will-" you push Eddie away enough so that only your noses are touching "- revoke your kiss license." You let out a soft snort at your boyfriend's devastated expression.

"You wouldn't!"

"I would, baby."

Eddie's huffing away with a quiet 'meanie' as you shake your head fondly at him, nudging him silently to open the pastries. He carefully sets two out, putting the others in the freezer for Wayne when you come back from the kitchen with two chipped mugs. Eddie's heart falls a little at the thought of you maybe judging him for this.

"Eddie."

"Mhm?"

You roll your eyes with a smile, "don't just stand there, open the damn thing!" You nudge the poorly made cat themed mug in his hands- his favourite. You watch with wrung fingers as he practically balances more than half the dessert on the fork to shove in his mouth, leaving flecks of whipped cream and frosting on the corners of his mouth.

"It's so....sweet."

You wince without meaning to, "and you like that?"

Eddie lets out a amused laugh at your anxiety ridden face. "Baby, that's probably the second best damn thing i've tasted." He shines a gleaming smile on you at your own grin of accomplishment.

"What's the first?"

"You." Eddie's loud laugh fills the silence at your disgusted but flustered expression.

His face falters a little when you shove the throw pillow on the couch behind you to get comfortable. Eyes follow your hands as you tighten your grip on your own mug, the handle chipped away from wear. Eddie's gaze flits around the trailer- the old video player, the less than impressive flooring, the comfy but worn out looking blanket that you've draped over yourself. It's definitely not the white picket fenced dream most want. He feels comfortable here but do you? Maybe you sometimes wished to hang out somewhere els-

"Hey."

Eddie snaps his gaze over to you, expression nervous and concerned. "Um- yeah." Clearing his throat, he shifts a little forward to pick his notebook from the table, mindlessly going through it in an effort to seem busy.

"I-uh, i ran out of like, nice cups,-" he briefly gestures to the one in your hand, "-is that okay?"

He would've found your furrowed, confused expression cute if it wasn't for the small ball of anxiety etched in his throat. "Yeah- i mean, of course it's okay." You look back at the cup in your hand, then to him and back at the cup again. "Are you okay?"

The curls on his head seem to bounce a bit as he nods frantically, twisting the cover of the notebook in his hand "it's just, you know, that thing isn't the nicest " he gestures vaguely with his hand around you, "i mean-none of this is-"

"Eddie."

"The place isn't the most romant-"

"Eddie." His eyes go from looking around in the trailer to you, you who inched closer to him without him realizing. "I like- I love the trailer."

"But-"

"No, don't be like that. That's not even true. Just because it's not a house with a big front yard and white roofs doesn't mean it's nothing. It's home." You smile as Eddie's eyes widen almost unnoticeably as you cup his face in your hands.

"It's home because it has you in it. And I wouldn't change that for anything."

A breathy chuckle escapes you, Eddie now burying his face in your chest with arms snaked around your waist firmly. His voice is muffled against your shirt that you have to strain to hear what he says, "sometimes, I feel like you being my girlfriend is a very detailed fever dream."

You feel his smile against you as you press a kiss on the top of his head. The silence stretches for a while before you break it, fingers making mindless circles on his back.

"I also come here for the trailer park cats."

The gasp Eddie lets out, finally releasing you from his hold, makes it hard for you to not burst out ugly laughing.

"You would choose the cats over me?!"

"Maybe."

© hopeluna. Do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work in this or any other site. Do not steal or modify my ideas/concepts either.

[lunarw0rks]

Hey Rachel, how have you been? Can I request 141 + Alejandro + Konig with a f!reader who says things very directly and they don't have anything official, just little flirts here and there and one day she is just looking at them (you choose whether it's in front of other people or not) and they ask what's wrong and she says "I'm just looking at my future husband"? Thank you<333

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙✧⋆｡°⋆࿓ "Looking At My Future Husband" // 141 Headcanons (ale + k)

『♡』 masterlist ♡ rules ♡ ask box Warning(s): established relationship, fem!reader, sfw Word Count: 1k A/N: domestic!fluff is my fav genre, they deserve to be happy and settle down ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)��

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⋮ ─── price ୨୧

let's be honest, it's rare for him to date without factoring in marriage early on. he had brought it up before, proposing it like some fantasy — though in his head he was entirely serious.

„we'll find a cabin, few miles out of the city. wedding in the field or the forest, flowers and everything. and all the critters you want, sweetheart.〞is what he said, mere months into the relationship. in the present, he no longer had to wonder if him popping the question would scare you off. you said it all for him, that you wanted him to be your future husband.

of course, you did it when he was half-awake, staring at his morning cup of coffee. ❝Then we'll get hitched. after I've shaved. don't want this mess in the pictures, do we?❞ his gruff morning voice drummed through the dim kitchen as john's fingers played with the whispies on his beard that needed trimmed.

he was humoring you {for now} — but he couldn't be any more serious.

︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑

⋮ ─── simon ୨୧

he's clueless. downright mule-headed. oh, you like him? you mean you've lived with him, shared a bed, cooked him dinner, cuddled with him... and you like him? it's still a shock to simon, no matter the length of the relationship. how he ended up with someone so good to him.

❝husband? you should hate my guts for how I am some days, love.❞ whether the statement was true or not; you didn't hate him, otherwise you wouldn't have said it. he was worth more than he would ever give himself credit for.

he contemplates for a few moments, tapping his fingers against his thigh curiously, ❝alrigh' fine. I do like the sound of that, lovie. but i'm holding you to it, you know that, right?❞ it's only fair. you wouldn't let him live it down if he said something like that. perhaps your self-will is what made you two work so well.

︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑

⋮ ─── soap ୨୧

you said it so casually as if you weren't just staring holes into him for several seconds. then, when he asked why you were staring so long; you turned your back, putting away the remainder of the dinner you just shared.

soap felt his face heat up instantly but concealed it with a smug smirk. ❝future husband, eh? suppose I'm off the hook for droppin' to my knee, then.❞ he questions playfully, slithering an arm around your shoulders. he thought little about the future ahead of him — which was both a flaw and a gift of his. but now that you had mentioned it, even as a jab, he hadn't ever wanted anything more for his future.

his breath tickles your ear as he leans close, infatuated by your firm, unyielding expression. the one you always kept, even in the midst of cheeky banter with him. ❝what can I say? I love me a woman who takes charge...❞

︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑

⋮ ─── gaz ୨୧

kyle always wanted to be one hundred percent sure of his wants and desires. to think them through, to weigh pros and cons. even— no, especially concerning you. marriage was one he hadn't figured out yet, but it had nothing to do with your side of things. could he be a good husband? was he cut out for it? would it end in divorce, just like his parents?

he could only stew for so long, though. and you did the hardest part for him; bringing up the subject. gaz smiles and leans in for a kiss, hooking his arms around your waist. ❝that's my job, love. you should know better.❞

he kept it lowkey — one of his many talents.

but his mind wasn't buzzing, or swamped with hypotheticals about you two as a match. no, he had made up his mind when you said that. he now knew he wanted to marry you, no more existential crisis necessary. ❝we wouldn't do so bad, would we?❞ he asks rhetorically, his tone becoming more playful as he gives your jawline a gentle bite — purely to shatter your stone expression.

︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑

⋮ ─── alejandro ୨୧

he's observant; annoyingly observant. he knew you weren't upset when you were staring into his soul. you wanted to say something to him, a potentially serious expression at that. ❝you're staring at me, querida. use your words.❞ he sets his glass down on the table, then the report in his hands next.

when you said it, you had successfully stroked his ego. as well as made his mind buzz with the wedding he had already mentally pictured a hundred times.

alejandro snickered to himself quietly, eyes roaming you. ❝you would look divine in a wedding dress, amor.❞ then his mind jumped to his family. his sisters, his mother, and any of his other crazy relatives that he dreaded introducing you to when the day came. he loved them to pieces, but his family could be... a handful.

❝ten cuidado con lo que deseas...❞ he mutters to himself, already picturing that overwhelmed look on your face when surrounded by all of them.

︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑

⋮ ─── könig ୨୧

your unflinching stare had him on the edge of his seat. was there a special date he'd forgotten? had he said something to upset you? but, you wouldn't stay silent for this long if you were genuinely peeved. ❝what is it, schatz?❞

and then, you said it.

he could physically feel the tightness in his chest uncoil, the bounce of his leg ceasing just a bit. sure, he could be forward, be direct. but concerning you — his nerves always gnawed at him more aggressively than in the midst of warfare.

❝it would be an honor. just say the words, and we will.❞ he truly would wait if he had to. days, weeks, months; however long it would take you to make him your husband in the present.

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹ divider cred. - cafekitsune

translate; ten cuidado con lo que deseas = be careful what you wish for.

[dirtytransmasc]

[mild tw for marital rape/forced 'consent' its only referenced a little, but it feels necessary to mention it]

imagine Alicent only standing up for herself when Aegon is in the picture. Imagine her talking her son to her chambers cause he's fussy and won't go down for bed and was asking for his mum, and she has him tucked close, blissfully asleep, and Viserys calls for her.

she knows she can't refuse, but she tells the servant he had sent to make him aware of Aegon's state. he still demands that she be brought to his chambers and that the babe go back to his nursemaid. she looks down at her baby, who's now woken due to the disturbance, who is staring up at her with soft tired eyes, a little yawn escaping him.

she doesn't want to go, she doesn't want to be forced to take her husband, to pleasure him at her own discomfort. she doesn't want to leave her son, to have him sent back to bed where he will remain restless and in the care of someone who is not his mother. she had never want to refuse more than she did in that moment.

she hesitates, her facade falters. Aegon is still looking up at her as tears well up in her eyes. he quirks his head at her, fingers reaching for her cheeks as if to comfort her. with a sudden conviction, she takes him in her arms, rising from the bed, requesting a robe and a blanket. when her servant looks at her in question, she clarifies that she will be taking Aegon with her and does not wish to rouse him in attempts to dress him. they look at her with shock, but don't voice the concern written on their faces.

they bring her Viserys's favorite robe. Alicent recognizes it from her time with Rhaenyra and Aemma. she's worn it before, Viserys has made sure the servants bring it to her every time he requests her. she hates the way it feels against her skin, knowing why he makes her wear it. she wraps aegon in his blanket, soft and royal blue, his hands beginning to play with its golden tassles as she tucks him inside her robe, pressed to her chest with care.

even as fear bites at her heels, anxiety churning her stomach, she walks to Viserys's chamber with her held high. she knows she is only asking for her husband's wrath; she knows she should just obey him, but she just can't. her son will not suffer a sleepless night and horrid following day all because her husband feels the need to use her body once more. he will not suffer at his father's hands tonight, even if she has to endure Viserys's anger for it.

she enters her husband's chambers, finding him in bed, in a white night gown, clearly ready to use her; he was never subtle when he asked for her, not even the first time.

she pauses in the doorway, pulling back the robe slightly, making him aware of Aegon's presence. she watches his face fall, barely muted anger. she holds onto Aegon tighter. part of her fears he may hurt her for this disturbance, but more of her fears he will hurt Aegon on her behalf.

"I told the damned servants to take him," his voice is warped and cruel, just an angry scowl of sorts.

"Aegon is not well, dear husband... I could not leave him," she admits before he can say anything else. she puts her foot forward as a mother, hoping to claim mercy from the man who made her one.

he mutters something in response, not quite loud enough for her to hear. she has a feeling she is grateful for that.

"what was it you needed, my dear?" she tries to sound sweet and kind, in attempts to abate his anger, "I'm sure I could still attend to it."

"you know what I wanted," he yelled. it had been the first time he'd truly raised his voice to her. she couldn't help but gasp, stepping back one step, than two, stopping when Aegon began to fuss, curling around him instead.

"Please Viserys, the baby." she ducks her head down to press her against his whispy white hair. her son his huffing, as if about to cry, and she's sure if she could see his face, his little cheeks would be red and his eyes would be crinkled and wet, his lip puckered. she begins to rock him slightly, still afraid to move.

"your'e dismissed," he grunts, but his tone gives it away. she knows he doesn't mean it, the if she leaves she will be in more trouble. she questions staying, calling a servant to take Aegon and giving him what he wants, but decides against it. he would not come before her son, not now, not ever.

"I'm sorry, my dear, another night, when I do not have Aegon to tend to," she forces some cheer into her tone, "he is still so young, so helpless. he needs his mother. I'm sure you understand?"

"he is not the only one in need of you." he had not lost his anger yet. not even for the sake of his son.

"yes, of course. forgive me. only he is not as understanding as you, my love." that wasn't the truth, Aegon was more kind and understanding at a year old, than viserys was in all of his years. "I will leave now. I am sorry for the disturbance."

she pauses for a moment, waiting for her husbands reaction. when he doesn't lash out at her, she breathes a quiet sigh of relief, feeling as though she has evaded a great beast. her heart calms in her chest, slowing from its fluttering and her stomachs stops its dizzing ache. she questions turning and running, fleeing from his presence before he can change his mind, but knows better.

she hurries to his side, eyeing him all the while, each step calculated, avoiding cracking any eggshells, until she is close enough to kiss his cheek. he allows it, and gives Aegon grace when he reaches out for him, letting him play with his finger a moment, before pulling it away, not even turning away fully before sneering. she takes that as her cue to leave, this one being much more genuine than the last.

"goodnight dear husband." he says nothing. she takes Aegon's little hand, waving it slightly, "say goodnight Aegon."

her son tries to imitate her, though unintelligible, as a toddler would. she continues to smile and coo at him even when his father ignores him, not letting him feel his father's scorn, quickly turning towards the door and back to her own chambers.

the second the door is close she feels herself sag, she would have fallen to the floor right then and there had there not been kingsgaurd watching. instead she holds her head high once more, walking calm and steady, like a queen should.

Aegon settles his forehead against her collar, giving a great yawn against her skin. she smiles at him fondly, kissing his brow, earning a tired little giggle from him. it hits her that he is unaware of the trouble he just saved her from. she feels equal parts relief as she does terror; she hopes he never knows, never understands, but is so so thankful for it none the less.

the second she steps into her chambers she pulls of the robe, setting it aside carefully despite the pain it brings her, respecting the memories it carried. she pulls back the covers before smothering her and her son amongst them. he's quick to curl against her, quite tuckered out after their harrowing adventure, even if he was unaware of its true weight. she herself still wanted to cry, but was similarly too tired to keep her eyes open for another moment. tomorrow, she tells herself, tomorrow will be difficult, but tonight you have your son, tonight you have a chance to rest.

so she does, she holds him close, tracing fingers over the gold threaded patterned of his blanket, feeling the shifting of his chest as he breathes and the tickle of his hair against her neck. all is well in that moment. she drifts to sleep at the thought.

[gr3i]

Twin Au

I have this au of Venti and Deca being the same age its just that Venti basically developed an 'ego' later than Deca wich is why deca was running around like that and Venti basically knew also what the outisde of the borders looked like

Deca (like in my other au) is also more of 'a bunch of humans gathered together in my garden and now i have to take care of them except they are so small and fragile + all the gods outside there are tryng to kill each other.' And kinda became an unvoluntary God?? King??

whispi saw this aswell, whispi was there since the beginning. Seeing his brother walk among humans, masquarading as one even not trully because he wanted to keep in mind but because he was convinced 'this is the more fair version. The humans dont have to know the truth'.

(He didnt tell anything to Nb bcs thats basically crushing all the humans spirits if he were to tell them how bad the outside actually is basically and thats just as bad as what deca is doing wich is ironic bcs both of them are witholding information from the humans.)

Another thing just after the whole revolution Venti basically had this internal fear of becoming just like Deca bcs. Venti was there since the beginning, Venti saw the good the bad and the worst.

When Deca got 'taken down' he just. Let it happen? Because he saw his wife essentially betray him and this random kid also get wrapped up in all of this and just as if any of that wasn't enough his sibling basically betrayed him aswell.

And in this au i like to think that Venti and Deca are parallels of each other.

Decarabrian became controlling and obsessive over his humans, taking away the burden of choice and freeing them in a more... material sense.

Meanwhile Venti after he became an Archon tried to be the least involved bcs thats what deca did wrong right? Humans don't like that! So he didnt get involved. He tried to keep away as much as possible, burdening them with material stuff yet... a freedom of choice? But is it even a choice if demanded by their archon?

I like to couple this Au with a different idea i have aswell. Where if you dont know in the game if a god dies they take everything down with them (aka mass destruction and its worse the more power the god have) and yet. Mondstadt is for the most part is fine?

Well, remember how i mentioned that Deca essentially gave into the idea of just. The humans winning? What if he locked himself beneath the tower, causing himself in an enternal loop of sleeping beneath the tower, unable to wake up as long as he still has elemental power yet he is an elemental being and aslong as that stays a fact neither the seals nor the spell can be broken and he is fated to slumber for an eternity (unless Venti breaks it or something)

Also i think that later on in the au when barbatos was 'taking care' of the humans he often times came into just. Troubles where for split seconds (like during the time he went napping and woke up literal years later from his nap and the aristocrats had take over) that just. 'Maybe, maybe deca had a point...maybe they shouldent be let to their own devices' only to realize in horror of what he just thought and try to forget and push it as far away as possible

[joannes-journal]

2 Corinthians 11:14 - Entry #4

CW: Bible Quote, Paranoia, Sleep Deprived MOD w/ Grammarly as Beta Reader

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"And no wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light."

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There's an unresponsive pseudo-god sitting in a blanket nest in the living room. That's not a sentence I ever thought I'd write. Observer overexerted himself last night to banish Smoke from the premises. Jester, who I forgot had turned into a rabbit, pulled himself from under the couch and was covered in sentient dust bunnies.

Fritz, someone I hadn't seen in a couple of days, teleported into the room, wondering what happened to the door. Right, I may or may not have blasted it off its hinges with my shot gun. Within minutes he disappeared and came back with a stolen door. Xia piped up, wanting to paint it. I remember when Dakota snuck into a scrap yard and came back with an old box TV for Trinity to paint (she painted eyeballs on them).

Xia immediately wanted to paint the door, but, according to Evan, there was no paint in the house. I looked away for a second (a second!), and Xia had manifested paint cans. Right, she's a god. Evan complained about painting over top of his hardwood floors (fair enough), and Xia manifested a tarp. The entire time, Evan was having a conniption.

"We don't have paint, Z," Evan explained he could get some for her, but before he could finish the sentence, paint cans manifested on the floor. When Evan complained about his hardwood floors, a tarp showed up. He was speechless as Xia and Frost gaslit him into thinking the paint and tarp had always been there. I got a chuckle out of it, but I was still hurting. She wanted to drink the paint, but Evan wouldn't let her.

We all started to get settled, trying to forget everything that happened. Jester mentioned something about being able to turn others into animals. I perked up.

"Can you turn me into a mantis shrimp? I wanna see more colors!" I started shaking with excitement, pulling up a picture and showing him. After some back-and-forth banter, I felt a woosh of air and was in a fish tank. I couldn't describe the new colors I was seeing, but I learned something. As a mantis shrimp, I think I was able to see possession. Evan had a purple aura around him, while Xia had a greyish/black aura...didn't we banish Smoke?

Static filled my vision. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something outside the window. I didn't know what it was, but it frightened me bad enough to want to not be a shrimp anymore. I called to Jester, demanding he turn me back into a human. And he did. I sat on the couch and glanced at the window. My head started hurting, and my nub started throbbing. What the fuck?

Then everyone got loud.

It was too much for Xia; she had teleported herself and the materials outside. I figured I'd join her; maybe all I needed was fresh air. But in the couple of minutes it took for me to join her-

"SHE'S GONE!" I rushed back into the house, grabbing my grimoire and the hellblade. "HABIT! GET SNIFFING!" He freaked out; everyone sprang into action, following me into the woods. At some point, Jester transformed into a dog. God, that's so cool. I flipped through the grimoire, knowing I had a locator spell somewhere. There it was! The "Quick Locator" spell took more energy due to not needing herbs or spices. Taking a breath, I said the words.

Whispy-gold streams appeared, creating a path into Hollow Grove. I fucking knew it.

We followed the path to the tower, where I knocked until Raven got to us. She was limping and surprised to see me.

"XIA'S MISSING! We need help! You're the one who knows the park the best!" My eyes caught a glimpse of something large, white, and furry behind them. "Is that...DISC0RD? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY RABBIT?"

Raven shifted awkwardly, "Xia?... The little child I'm connected to? Sure...oh yeah. I found it unconscious, so I brought it up to a safer area. Hasn't woken up since."

I heard something in the distance; I must've got here before the others. Frosts' familiar voice echoed amongst the trees, "In my defense, I even told him I wasn't gonna kill him!"

Raven panicked, "Oh no.. No no no no! You are banned from Hollow Grove get the fuck out before I call the police!" Right, Frost and Jester attacked them. I felt a presence behind me.

"LOOK- RAVEN, RIGHT?" It was HABIT. "SOMETHING HAPPENED TO MY DAUGHTER...FROST IS STAYING. DON'T MAKE ME GET MEAN." The others would be catching up soon. I wondered if Jester was going to stay as a dog or turn back into a human.

Raven knew who HABIT was. I learned that she and Xia were linked in more ways than being able to feel each other's pain. I turned and watched the locator spell dissipate into the air.

"SHIT! The spell wore off. Guys, we're gonna have to stick to HABIT's nose or something until we find her." Raven said something about her coworker doing a check around the park, not knowing if she'd be here. Frost chimed in, assuring Raven that she was with me this time.

I stepped past Raven to get to DISC0RD. My hands went for my necklace, taking it off and placing it around their neck. The wedding rings bounced together, reminding me of when Abaddon and I got married. This was a promise to DISC0RD. A promise that I'd be back for them.

I think this is where I'll end this entry. I'll explain what happens next in the following entry, but I feel I've written en

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[fragileizywriting]

watched a recap of a romance erotica book called twisted love and i'd never heard of it up until like yesterday when i watched the video bc i have no idea what's going on in the tik tok world as well as the book world because i'm very bad at doing my hobbies. anyway, jesus christ what a wreck of a book. i can fix this. i can make a better adaption. i can write this story but better.

HERES HOW WE CAN STILL WIN, (felinette version woohoo o/ !!)

marinette, our main character, is a college student going for fashion design in paris at the age of 25. she's bright and bubbly and cheery, who works very hard at school and part-times at her parents bakery. she has a boyfriend— well, had a boyfriend— adrien agreste, known socialite, who had spoken wax of poetry over and over and over about how much he loved her, telling her that as a graduation present he'd buy her a boutique, an apartment, a car...... he decides to ghost everyone in his life after a breakdown, seemingly moving out of the city, for reasons that i haven't figured out just yet. i just need him to kick himself out of this city.

marinette, of course, is heartbroken. this sucks. she's grieving so hard.

enter felix, adrien's identical twin brother who has nothing to do with this, barely existed in her life up until now, but is attempting to snatch his brother right back from whatever dumb, impulsive ridiculous thing he did— adrien had a girlfriend, a solid apartment, a solid life, adrien had mentioned that he was so close to asking marinette to marry him...— finally knocks on marinette's door one afternoon. identical twin yet marinette has barely talked to him; the man's busier than anyone should be reasonably allowed to be, and isn't much of a sunshine as adrien is. i will routinely mention in this book that the light in marinette's livingroom/dining room makes felix's hair look whispy and nearly white against adrien's sure-fire sun-like flare of hair. even though felix's eyes are green just like adrien's, they're somber, and almost bluish at times.

marinette, obviously, wants nothing to do with felix.

"please leave," she tells him, because she's tired and lonely and is craving yet another box of icecream she keeps in the freezer for— well, moments like these, really. apparently. she's going to cry herself asleep for the fourth week in a row. girlboss behavior. "i kind of don't want to deal with your entire family right now."

"i understand," felix says, and he doesn't look all that convincing, because the man is standing there, awkwardly, hands fisted at his sides trying to figure out how to speak to her in a way that implies more than 'i've only ever seen you for a few hours every christmas when adrien invites family over and i'm the only family he has because our parents are all levels of fucked up and we don't really need to talk about this in depth right now'. and then, as a garnish, 'i've always been really thankful that adrien miraculously turned out fine from the whole ordeal considering that i had to go to therapy for multiple years, decades, in fact, to deal with our family, and i always thought he was fine everytime i'd see him probably four times a year, but apparently not, at all, and now i'm stuck dealing with his grieving... ex? girlfriend? ex??? and i don't know how to deal with women at all because i am an introvert the size of the moon but i'm really trying, here'. "i just don't think it's best to leave you alone."

"i'm fine," she replies, completely ignorant to his inner monologue. "i can handle myself. i'm an adult, felix."

and yet felix has the audacity to look— kicked, really. "i'm aware."

"could you give me some space?"

"of course." and then, because felix just apparently is all sorts of weird tricks up his business sleeves, blurts out: "not as much as i've always given you, though. right?"

"what do you mean?"

"i don't feel comfortable just leaving you completely on your own." there is an attempt for marinette to refute, to open her mouth and mention that she's still twenty-five, she's an adult, she's not a baby, and felix refutes it with a hand up in the air. "you're grieving because of my brother and i don't like the idea of not doing something about it."

and so, through reasons that i cannot at all comprehend how i will get here but i have to if i want to match (somewhat) the plot ("plot") points of the original book i'm rewriting, felix ends up (temporarily) moving into an apartment next door, for no other reason other than to make marinette feel safer and comfortable. just stick with me. ideally, there would be a plan of some kind here. for now, since this is only a tumblr post, i can just handwave that away. that's not my problem just now.

some of the main fixes i would make sure to change immediately is to change felix from a "ruthless alpha-lone-wolf dog behavior" to "i'm adrien's older brother (they are still twins but felix will routinely mention he's still the oldest born) and i feel a psychological, traumatic need to take care of him because i can't let my younger brother have any trauma from our parents, i refuse, i refuse, and if that means keeping his life together for him while he's gone, i'll do my best" and that means making sure that marinette is, at the very least, fine and not dead. that's a good plan. but as he spends more and more time with marinette, the more he realizes his mistake; he likes her as a friend, likes her a lot more, is impressed at her skills and slowly starts falling in love with her which is honestly very useful.

at some point, i'd have to have them have a solid "i'm not using you to replace him," she cries. "i just— love you." conversation. it's an important one. and a segue to the back half of the book that is just sex.

another thing that i would change from the original story is the ridiculous b plot of dark secrets and betrayal and incidents, because that's not necessary. i could carry this book entirely on sex alone as well as mutual pining. and felix's sad, kittenlike eyes whenever he's upset.

okay i'm done for now i gotta go clean the kitchen. please enjoy this

[desultory-novice]

(Epilogue Mention) Do you have any theories on why the final boss fight vaguely looks like Whispy Woods, or a tree of some sort?

Sooo, I took so long getting to this ask that apparently Wikirby has already catalogued all the relevant information in regards to the Master Crown/Tree Crown/Master Tree/Mistilteinn/Mistletoe...

But I do have a few thoughts! The Wiki mentions that the death of Baldr (via misteltoe) started Ragnarok, but the moment I saw the Tree Crown, I thought "Did Halcandra have a world tree??" and "Is THAT why it's so 'dusty,' to quote Magolor?" (I grew up on games like "Tales of Phantasia," so my mind just instantly goes to "When a planet loses its world tree, it starts to fade!")

Another thing I wanted to bring up that I don't think a lot of people know is the meaning of mistletoe in the language of flowers. "I surmount all obstacles." It's a good theme for Magolor in his Epilogue, as he really does have to work himself up from nothing to defeat a power that once consumed him whole...!

<more thoughts below>

(I know Wikirby already mentioned that misteltoe is a parasitic plant, but I just want to bring that up again because I feel like I've been suggesting the Master Crown was a parasite this entire time. I NEVER bought into the theory that it was an innocent artifact that was corrupted BY Magolor because Magolor was so evil. It wouldn't hve looked the way it did when Void used it if that was the case.)

Another thing that I was thinking about. I did a lot of looking at the term "tree crown" in both English and Japanese and it is a real thing. The "crown" of a tree is the top of the tree. Which made me wonder...was the "Master Crown" ever meant to BE a crown, as in, an accessory you put on your head? Had it been twisted or modified into that form, going from tree to accessory over the....centuries?

Even before we got the tree reveal, I always thought it was strange how it curls and twists around Magolor. It doesn't operate the way you expect metal to. Already, when worn by Mago Soul, it "branches" out, and grows vines/roots around him to keep him trapped. Perhaps the very idea of it being a "crown" was an illusion?

Finally, to answer your question directly...

"Why it looks like Whispy Woods..."

So I mentioned earlier that Dark Nebula, which was sealed away in Castle Dedede, has some Tree Crown like features. That would potentially make it another Ancient Artifact on Pop Star. In addition to the Fountain of Dreams. And Pop Star has a Clockwork Star in at least semi-nearby orbit. What I'm getting at is that Pop Star has way more ties to the Ancients then it seems at first glance...

We also have seen, via Kirby Clash, that the Tree Crown can be either purified or pacified. It showed no signs of going wild in the Kirby Clash universe. And was generally hailed as an altogether good/beneficial thing. As long as it's in a relatively peaceful place surrounded by relatively peaceful people...

...Am I suggesting Whispy Woods was also born from a seed of the Tree Crown? .......Maybe? Possibly? Why not! Because, okay, listen...

You know how Crystal Shards had a Dark Matter possess Waddle Dee and it became a Waddle Doo?! And then it seemed like Waddle Doos might all be dark matter infested Waddle Dees?!

And Kracko PRODUCES Waddle Doos. And has one eye!

If Pop Star can have a calm (well, actually, Kracko is kind of canonically a jerk) incarnation of ZERO floating around, I don't see why it can't have a calm (well, actually, Whispy Woods may ALSO be a jerk) version of the Master Crown Tree?!?

...In short, I think Pop Star is hiding some secrets.

[parttimepuff]

Luna, did you take pixie home? I dunno if they’ll survive your cats.

"That's, a good point, honestly." Luna thought, frowning at the idea. "It's probably for the best that we stayed here." She figured, glancing to Pixie for support. They were wiping away tears still, but nodded. "Even if they are domesticated, they are carnivores, so it's likely that someone Pixie's size would be in danger. Cats are incredible hunters, after all. In fact, even domesticated cats can cause serious harm to an ecosystem through hunting of smaller animals. That isn't happening in Whispy's Woods now, is it? No, he probably would have stepped in-"

"Pix?" Gremlin interrupted, his friend blinking before refocusing on him. "Yes?" Pixie asked, a little thrown off. "Mm, sorry, you just seemed like you were somewhere else entirely for a bit there." He pointed out. "...oh. Pixie was, um, sorry." They apologized, glancing away rather than seeming to look through them like they had a moment before.

An awkward moment of silence fell over them before Luna spoke up. "...um, I don't let them just roam around outside by themselves, if that's what you were getting at." She explained. "I don't want them to hunt anything, either. Or to get hurt out there on their own. Not that they're stuck in my place all the time, I take 'em for walks. With Marigold, of course." The puff added. Pixie nodded along, invested. "Yes, of course you're a responsible pet owner! That sort of thing just tends to be off screen, but it's fun to learn about." They expressed.

"Off screen?" Luna repeated, the little thing freezing in place. Narrative terms like that were second nature to them, but not the sort of thing someone used to talk about their own reality. "Th-that, is..." Pixie trailed off and Gremlin chuckled. "You mean it's a smaller detail, right? Might use that to describe small talk from here on." The Dream Demon teased. They looked at him a moment. Was he doing that because he knew what they'd meant or was he just reaching on his own accord? "Y-yes, small talk. Small talk is... also important." They stopped before they mentioned character development.

[schwarz-san]

Pokemon x DP

[He's gonna catch'em all cause he's, Danny Phantom!]

Danny return to Veilstone city and head straight to the pokemon center with a premier ball at hand.

Fitting, considering what the pokemon inside is.

"–here's your pokemon,"

He smiled at the nurse at the counter, "Thanks Nurse Joy."

The nurse smiled back at him, "You're welcome! Though I must say I never seen a Zorua looked like that. Is it perhaps a regional variant?"

Danny grinned and winked at the nurse, "'ya bet it is, I can't tell where it comes from though."

True enough, its not like he knew exactly where it comes from. Its just suddenly appeared and ferally attacked him out of nowhere after all due to being spook and confused.

Though he did felt something strange did happened araound when the zorua appeared.

"That's fine, have a nice day!"

With that he went outside with his newly caught Hisuian Zorua.

---

In a clearing just near the road and the bewilderness, Danny sat on a fallen log as he let out his newly caught starter pokemon.

The 'mon materialize in a flash or red light from the premier ball.

Now that he think about it, Pokeballs are so interesting, it reminds him of the Fenton thermos, just in sphere shape and more user friendly.

(He'll need to disassemble them in the future, you know for research purposes.)

He inspect the hisuian zorua in front of him. It stare back at him with a expression that looks like a mix of droopy and sad. Though he could clearly tell that its wary of him.

He wondered how the pokemon got here.

Considering that there aren't suppose to be anymore of them around in Sinnoh and in the present time. (If you don't count the Scarlet and Violet DLC that is)

He then remembered that strange something that happened when the zorua appeared before. He felt the space time distort just a bit around the area which would imply that his new partner is actually space-time displaced.

(Having dominion over space, being around clocwork and that one time Dan escape the thermos a while after that stupid asteroid happened makes danny sensitive to Space and Time itself. And thats not even counting the fact thst he is The High King of The Infinite Realms.)

"Hello, I'm Danny."

The Zorua blinked at him.

"We may have started at the wrong footing, sorry about that, but its nice to meet you. I hope we can be friends."

It tilted his head sideways, frowning a little as it take on its surrounding.

"Zorr…?"

Ancients, its adorable.

He scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly at the 'mons question.

"Yeah, about that, I don't really know either. Though don't worry! I'll look in to it in the future I promise! but yeah, you're probably stuck here with me for a while. Sorry."

It drooped its head down, sad that its stuck in an unkown place with a literal stranger.

Seeing its sad expression, danny move closer, carefully crouching down in order to not spook it and gently pet the zorua in the head.

It leaned to his hand a little, its fur is like cloud, fluffy and whispy.

"Aww, don"t be sad. I'll take care of you in the mean time, i promise. "

They turn their head side ways before reluctantly giving in to the cold touch of danny's hand. Its nice, it reminds them of the cold from where it lived.

"Anyway, i bet your hungry fromeverythng that happened. Want to eat?"

It perks at the mention of food and danny grind at how adorable it is.

"Though first, like a famous professor once said; Are you a boy or a girl?"

---

its been a week since he have keith (its awkward to just call him zorua over and over again to be honest, he also seems to like the name as well) and he started to warmed up to him within those days.

And, yes. He's a boy.

Also, he apparently liked ecto contaminated foods.

(Watching hunt down sentient hot dogs is too fun. Keith aslo seems to enjoy hunting them as well.)

During the past few days training with keith, he noticed how ghost type energy actually seems to be a form of very very diluted ectoplasm.

So diluted it barely even register to his ghost senses if he doesn't focus.

In fact, the only reason he noticed at all is because Keith is absorbing the ambient ecto Danny radiates, raising keith's ecto level and purity in the process.

It also became pretty obvious due to his ghost attack getting a more and more neon and radioactive glow opposed to it being black and purple hue made of dilluted ecto and shadows the more exposure he got from Danny.

About training, Keith was really hard to convince. So much so that he had to bribed him with ecto-contaminated food just to agree from the start. The only reason keith continue with the training even with the promised food was due to the result of the said training.

(If he also became more healthy looking compared to the typical lethargic look most Hisuian Zorua does then its just bonus)

Danny ducked under a [Ecto Claw] enhanced pounced (Formerly known as Keith's [Shadow Claw] that doesn't really count as 'Shadow' anymore with the high purity Ecto it has compared to the typical dilluted ecto other pokemon ghost attack has), he went intagible into underground and appeared to the other side of the clearing. He fired a Ectopus level ectoblast to which Keith follows Danny's lead and go intangible underground before appearing the trunk of a tree near danny, brandishing his glowing fangs as he tried hitting Danny with a [bite]. Danny block the [bite] attack by fending off Keith with his arm thats covered with gauntlet made of Ecto Ice.

By pokemon rules, Dark type should be very effective against Ghost type. However, after some observation, Danny figured out that the reason Dark type (In which Danny noticed to be in fact, is actually a filtered Demonic energy minus majority of its usual corrupting evil traits) is effective against Ghost types was due to the fact that Ghost TE (Type Energy, the correct term apparently. He checked.) Is a very dulited Ectoplasm, which makes its structure very very fragile.

Then in turn, makes it easier for the Dark TE powered Moves and techniques to tore them apart due to the Dark type being closely tied to the concept of Death.

Only the Dead could touch the Dead after all.

(Though usually, Demons feared anything related to the Ghost Zone as they couldn't really compared to typical ghost and spirit that were intangible and being invisible to the naked eyes. Add the fact that Realm Ghost are typically immune to most form of magic known that aren't laced or powered with Ectoplasm and the fact that Ectoplasm is notoriously hard to resource, produce and harvest… weeeeell, there is a reason why many creation gods feared the Infinite realms.)

(To be honest, at this point. Danny is sure that only the [Great Old Ones] as well as [Kwamis] are the only ones of the few that could casually get allong with them. Even One Above All and the other Singularites are wary of them. Especially Danny whenever a Metaversal meeting was called every now and then.)

Its the same with dragon being effective against its own.

Back to Keith, he still trying to tore Danny's limb with a [Bite] attack, thinking its would be very effective.

He keepon gnawing, again and again and again.

At some point, he's just hanging on his arm and ferally nomming at his ice like popsicles visibly enjoying the impromtu treat.

Ancients, he's so feral and adorable he loves it.

They match.

They bonded like that for the next few days. Training, eating and sight seeing the City, the tourist spots and the nearby forest before Danny decided that Keith's Ecto purity should be enough for a ecto blast.

After a bit of practiced, keith finally managed to fire off a weak blast from his mouth that reminds danny of a Hyperbeam mixed with Dark pulse. Just in color of neon purple and pink.

Danny grins and cheer in joy, lifting the 'mon to hugged him as he spins the fox while floating.

Being happy on finally getting the Ecto Blast right, Keith fired of another one.

It hits a nearby tree as its branch fell off.

They then heard a yelp and a groan as the branch hit someone.

Oops.

---

Paul is having a nice day.

A little nervous but still having a nice day.

Reggie somehow conviced him to take a vacation and maybe start off on a fresh journey with a fresh team.

(Just like a certain someone from Kanto does all the time)

He just recently caught a Shinx as part of the said fresh team.

It look tame and not as tough as most of his preferred catch but Reggie somehow conviced him to keep the cub. It didn't help that Ash (he got there somehow, he doesn't know how or why, he just… did.) Also manage to convince him somehow that it would be a nice change if Paul tried a different approach in training from his usual style and regimen.

It was hard at first and the him from the past would have called and asked his current self if he is out of his mind but… Paul changed. Its been years, and while he wouldn't really call himself a nice person, he wasn't as bad as before.

Its nice. Somehow.

No schedule. No pressure. Just going with the flow.

Its actually kind of refreshing.

…until he heared a attack in coming, bright purple light show and a branch hit his head.

He yelped in pain as he got hit.

All he knew is darkness after that.

---

A part three! And with a working title somehow.

Well, got to go now!

Schwarz out!

Pokemon x DP

This idea just won't leave me alone for some reason.

So yeah, it's been a millenia and Danny has been the ghost king for a very long time.

Probably longer since time flows inconsistently and in a nonlinear fashion in the infinite realms.

He just finished all of Pariah's Neglected paper works and messed up and he's Stressed and Dead Tired™ that he needs to relax.

He completely skim through every media entertainment he could get his ghostly hands in to, managing to finish One Piece, Detective conan, MCU, DC, Spongebob, the entire pokemon franchise (games, manga, anime, movies included), complete slew of movies of different genres, games and many, many more.

He's still stressed though…

So Vacation it is!

He had a hard time deciding where he would go before someone joked about going to another multiverse just for a vacatiin and you know what? Danny like that.

(Tucker wasn't serious obviously, he was just kidding!

"Danny! Wait—! Aaaaaan he's gone."

Sam entered the office with a bunch of ghost behind her carrying ghostly paper works and request from multiple Gods, Death Gods, and Eldritch entities.

She take one glance to the office and to tuckers sheepish expression and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Okay spill, where's Danny?"

"Funny, you see—"

After the explanation, Sam sighed.

"You do the paperworks then."

"What?!"

"You dig your own grave and your own coffin, you sleep on it."

"Excuse you! I'm not Vlad! And FYI! I sleep on my Sarcophagus!"

"Don't care, what ever.")

Danny then remembered pokedex entries:

[Phantump–the Stump pokemon]

[These Pokémon are stumps possessed by the spirits of children who died in the forest. Their cries sound like eerie screams.]

Just like the kind of universe he belongs to!

Ignoring Tucker's voice, he opened up a portal and immediately dive in.

(He could sense the presence of the dreadfull paperworks getting closer, better skedaddle before he got caught)

He grinned and transform himself into human before shifting his age to that of a teenager, this is gonna be fun.

___

If you tell Paul previously that he would end up travelling sinnoh again with a fresh team and a traveling companion like a certain World Champion from Pallet town does all the time, then he would have scoffed or sneer at you before insulting youe intelligence.

"GET DOWN HERE YOU MENACE!!!"

Paul screamed at the tooof his lungs towardshus travelling comoanion. The said menace just grin before—

"WAIT—STOP!!!"

The menace jumped off the fucking cliff.

Paul almost have an heart attack before his companion harmlessly lands on the ground with both of his feet.

There was a big explosion of dust and dirt that Paul had to cover his eyes. The ground gave in and he could see the dark haired teen standing on the crater unharmed.

He gawked, before sighing in resignation.

Of course, he just have to get a super human, just like a certain boy from Pallet, for a travelling companion.

"Come—on Paul! Live a little would ya? Look at me, I'm half dead yet I'm having more fun than you! Give it a try for a yourself!"

Its official, this is karma for being awful and for all the things he did and said before.

[marvelsswansong]

I need more protective Eddie munson in my life! 😫 could you maybe do a request for me where she just got a car and they're driving around and maybe get into a wreck? Then he's a wreck bc he's worried about her.

tags: Eddie x fem!reader, descriptions of blood and physical injuries, heavy angst at the beginning but happy ending, lots of fluff don't worry, your friends being awesome (Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan), Hopper being a protective father figure as always, light descriptions of weed usage, inaccurate descriptions of what happens in an ER.....

☆ word count: 3.2K+ ☆

a/n: omg anon yesssss - I changed the prompt a teeny bit to make the story work but I loved this idea and I loved being able to write worried/protective Eddie 😭😘

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Eddie's leaning by the side of his trailer, watching lazily as whispy puffs of air from the end of his lit joint disappear into the night sky. It's a quiet night and there's not much on his mind - maybe except for the date he's planned with you tomorrow, and the adorable way you'd smiled when he'd revealed that he'd planned a picnic for the two of you.

The silence is then interrupted when he hears the horrible sounds of tires screeching by the road. Eddie frowns - it's nine pm on a Tuesday, who could be in such a rush?

Then Steve appears from the clearing in between the trees, running like a madman, frantically looking around at the rows of trailers before his eyes narrow in on Eddie. Eddie quickly disregards his joint and places steadying hands on Steve's shoulders, attempting to calm his friend down.

"Woah, Harrington, what's the rush-"

"(Y/n)." is all Steve can get out in between harsh breaths, doubling over and breathing harshly in pain as he's out of breath. Eddie's veins go ice cold at the mention of your name, his mind immediately flipping through the worst scenarios imaginable as his hands drop involuntarily.

"W-what about her?"

"There was an accident. She's in the emergency room and they're not letting any of us fucking see her because we're not family-"

Before Steve can even finish his sentence Eddie is dashing to his van and pulling out from the driveway, his only focus on reaching the hospital in record time. He's not sure how many traffic laws he's violating as he swerves corners, cuts off vehicles and runs red lights, but he can't find it in himself to give a single fuck. There's an anxious ringing in his head, a pit forming in his stomach, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight that his skin is turning red.

When he finally bursts into the hospital room, Steve's quick to follow, having followed behind Eddie in his own vehicle. It's not hard to locate the others - Robin is pacing back and forth anxiously, Jonathan is sitting next to Nancy and trying to comfort her, and Hopper is desperately trying to get the nurse to let them see you. It's an absolute mess of nervous adults, the tension in the room thick, as Eddie quickly runs up to Hopper and taps him on the shoulder.

"What's going on?" he asks the older man, who sighs in frustration.

"Since her parents are out of town and being her emergency contact isn't enough to grant access, they're not letting me in to see her."

The nurse behind them both frowns, an apologetic smile on her tired face.

"I'm really sorry, sir, but it's standard procedure that during intensive surgery we limit visitors to immediate family members. Though, if you and your party are willing to wait, we'll be able to let you in once she's in a more stable state."

"How long will that take?" Robin asks, to which the nurse looks down at her notes before looking back up.

"It'll depend on how the current surgery goes... but it's not uncommon for it to take about five to six hours."

Eddie's blood is burning, he feels as if he can't breathe - you're in some cold dark room, on the brink of your life, being prodded and operated on. And they want him to wait five to six hours before he can hold your hand and assure you it's all going to be okay? It's a horrific thought, one he can't bear.

Hopper gives up, nodding quietly before sitting back down to thumb through a random magazine on the waiting room table, but Eddie's persistent. A dangerous idea then creeps into his mind.

"Could I see (Y/n) (L/n), please?" he asks quietly, causing the nurse raises her eyebrow in suspicision.

"Your relationship to the patient?" she questions and Eddie hopes she can't see through his next lie.

"She's my fiancée."

The lie rolls off his tongue too easily and he can feel Hopper and his friends' suprised gazes burn into his back, as Eddie smiles and gestures to the ring on his right hand: golden metal with a bumblebee shaped ornament in the middle. He'd gotten you a matching one for your birthday last year, and you'd jokingly put it on your ring finger when Eddie had teased it wasn't your engagement ring 'yet.'

"She has an identical one on her left hand. We got engaged last December." Eddie continues as the nurse narrows her eyes at the ring.

The nurse then turns to whisper to another employee, who nods before disappearing into the back room. After a few tense minutes, the employee returns, nodding and confirming that you indeed look to be wearing an engagement ring matching Eddie's.

"Alright then. You'll have to stay behind the red line, but you're allowed to observe her from afar. But you must leave if any of the doctors order you to do so."

Eddie shoots a confident look at his friends - assuring them that he'll be fine and that he'll keep them updated on your condition - before wordlessly following behind the nurse, his body nearly shaking with anxiety. The room he's led to feels miles away, the sterile stench of disenfectant and harsh cleaning products filling the air as he walks down the endless white corridor. Finally, the nurse stops, before opening up a set of doors leading to the surgery room.

His heart feels as if a dagger's been plunged into it with the greatest force imaginable. Through the glass window separating him from the actual room, he can make out your face - bruised, scratched, your hair matted with blood - and almost nothing else as the rest of your body is practically covered under blankets of surgical tarp. There's a whole team of people rushing around you with all kinds of equipment, an IV machine dripping fluids into your left arm and your heartbeat monitor beeping obnoxiously.

Eddie swallows nervously when he sees that there's so much blood. He doesn't know if you've broken any bones or what the extent of the damage is, but the amount of blood staining the sheets is enough of an indicator. When his eyes narrow in on the little glint on your finger - the gold ring on your left hand - it breaks him, sending him to his knees as he breaks down in tears.

It's pathetic, really, he berates himself for crying in public. But he hasn't ever felt this hopeless, at the mercy of fate, begging time to go faster so he can hold your hand again and whipser in your ears to come back to him. He doesn't know how much time passes until he's completely out of tears, staring dead-eyed at his reflection, half-consciously registering the nurse's comment that he needs to leave now.

When Eddie drags himself back to the waiting room, the room stills. Hopper is the first to stand up, alarm in his eyes, as everyone else turns to look at Eddie. It's a completely unfamiliar sight to them, seeing Eddie cry, and it puts them all on edge.

"What's the news? How's she doing?"

Eddie lets out a shaky sigh, screaming at himself to keep his shit together. You had people who cared about you and were worrying about you, the least he could do was manage to say what he saw.

"They were... doing all these things to her. God, Hopper, she looks awful. There's so much blood and she looked so... lifeless, just laying there. I don't even-" Eddie wants to remain calm, he wants to say that you looked worse for wear but that you'd probably pull through, but the words feel foreign and difficult.

He doesn't know if it's too optimistic to say but he thinks it'll all work out, or if it's too late to try and save the mood. All he can feel is the crushing weight on his chest, and suddenly the entire room feels too small for him.

"I-I need to get out. Call me if anything changes." is all Eddie can blurt out before sprinting out the door, leaning against the hospital wall with heavy breaths.

It's a cold night and he's glad for it, the chilly breeze soothing his flaming skin as he slides down onto the pavement. He's spiraling and catastrophizing when he feels a gentle hand on his shoulder, bringing him back to reality. To his surprise, it's Nancy, who sits down on the cold pavement next to him, Jonathan's jacket wrapped around her shoulders.

"It's okay to cry, you know." she starts out, glancing at him from the corner of her eyes.

"I know." Eddie responds quietly, staring at the ground.

She smiles at him sadly.

"Seriously though. If you need to cry, vent, scream, throw something, let your emotions out... as long as you're not hurting anyone or yourself, it's fine. And even necessary in moments like these."

Eddie nods slowly, allowing her logical advice to register in his brain as he leans backwards against the harsh brick wall. He doesn't have much to offer her in terms of company or conversation but she seems to be understanding of it, simply keeping him company in silence.

"Thank you." is all he can manage to say in return. She smiles, this time a bit brighter.

"Of course."

After about half an hour, Eddie feels calm enough to re-enter, where the nurse is now back with an update.

"The surgery went well, but there are some additional procedures that need to be performed in order to make sure her vitals are steady. I'm afraid this is going to be a process which lasts a few days."

Eddie opens his mouth to object but Hopper cuts in as the oldest, giving the younger man a commanding glare.

"Of course. We'll swing by when we have time. Please call me if there are any significant updates." is Hopper's polite response.

Everyone then gets up to leave except for Eddie, who takes off his leather jacket and forces himself to get comfortable in a nearby chair. Steve raises an eyebrow.

"Shouldn't you be heading home? You heard the nurse, this could last a few days."

Eddie forces a grin, shaking his head.

"I know, I'll... I'm just going to stay a bit longer, and then I'll head home. You all go ahead first."

It's a lie and once everyone leaves, Eddie falls asleep at around two am out of pure exhaustion, his neck awkwardly leaning against the window. He wakes up at around six then forces himself to go to the nearest gas station to grab a shitty breakfast, then he's back to his spot in the waiting room.

Over the next few days, he sees your friends visit here and there. Steve and Robin drop by after their shift at Family Video, both of them trying to coax Eddie to get some proper sleep, but Eddie refuses and insists that he's getting 'good enough sleep' here on that plastic chair. Hopper drops by every few hours, a sad look on his face when he sees that Eddie is almost always there, in the same spot, looking absolutely miserable. Nancy and Jonathan bring along a basket of food when they next visit and hand it off to Eddie, which Eddie accepts gratefully. It seemed that word had gotten around that Eddie hasn't left the waiting room since your accident.

Eddie's grateful that Nancy and Jonathan at the very least don't push him to leave, though he can tell by their pitying gaze and gentle questions that they're worried about him. But Eddie doesn't care. He can't stand the thought of not being here when you're finally stable and awake, and he's not even sure if he'll be able to sleep much if he drives back home and falls into his own bed.

The only form of entertainment in the ER waiting room - bar the occasional arguments between family members sitting next to him and the countertop magazines stacked on the tables - is the small television hung by the counter, stuck on the same channel 24/7. Right now, it's playing a re-run of the Golden Girls, and a sad smile appears on Eddie's face as he's reminded of how much you love that show.

Eddie then feels a light tap on his shoulder, the same nurse from three days ago standing in front of him with a bright smile on her face. It's a remarkably different expression to how she's been looking over at him and the others the past few days: sadness, worry and sympathy.

"She's awake and stable. Would you like to see-"

"Yes!" Eddie practically shouts, interrupting the rest of the nurse's sentence and attracting the rest of the room's attention. He coughs awkwardly, realizing that he's probably being a bit rude. "Please."

The walk to your room is short and you're lying against a semi-propped bed, thumbing through a book with a bored expression on your face. The call from the nurse that you've got a visitor makes you look up from your book, your heart thundering in excitement when your eyes fall onto Eddie's perfect face.

"Eddie-"

He's quick to run to you and hug you tight, loosening his grip when you pat his shoulder gently with a laugh, reminding him that you're still a bit sore. He blushes in embarassment, weakening his hold but not letting you go as his hands gently cradle your face. He turns your face in every single angle imaginable, as if examining your skin for any visible damage.

"How are you feeling? Does anything hurt? Did you break anything? Do you want anything? I can run down to the van and drive to-" he's rambling like a crazed man, his eyes methodically scanning you up and down whilst he's listing every little thing you could ever need.

It's not until you softly squeeze his hand that he stops.

"I'm fine, Eddie. I have a fractured rib and a concussion, but the worst of it is over. I'm on medication and I feel fine." you reassure him, dragging your thumb over his palm to remind him of your presence. Eddie doesn't seem fully convinced, however, before he's rattling off again.

"Okay, then how about food? Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

You chuckle, pointing to the bedside table with a half-empty tray and glass of water.

"It's a hospital, Eddie. They've been taking care of me just fine."

He pouts at that, scooting closer towards you.

"That's supposed to be my job."

Eddie looks like a wounded puppy, his gaze a mix of worry and adoration, and it makes your heart melt at how sweet your boyfriend is. You lick your lips and then press a chaste kiss on his lips, hoping he doesn't realize how dry your lips are.

"You've done more than enough, babe. I heard that you've been camping out in the waiting room the past few days." you tease, which makes Eddie chuckle.

"Couldn't stand the thought of being far away from you, princess. Besides, it was kind of fun. Like a really... shitty camping trip."

The warm atmosphere in the room turns semi-chaotic again when you notice Hopper and all your friends rushing into the room, Steve holding an awkwardly large 'get well soon' boquet of flowers and Robin and Nancy being the first to tackle you in a group hug, Robin practically shoving Eddie out of the way. Eddie would complain, but it's clear that your closest friends have been just as worried as he's been, so he decides to let it be.

"Aw, you guys shouldn't have." you chuckle, accepting a box of chocolates from Jonathan and a card from Hopper. They all interrogate you similar to Eddie - how you're feeling, if anything hurts, if you need anything - and it makes you smile so much to the point your face hurts.

"We're so glad to see that you're okay now, (Y/n). We were all so worried." Hopper notes, leaning against the railings of your bed. Steve then chuckles, shooting a not so subtle glance at Eddie.

"Yeah, but Eddie worried the most. Even broke the rules to see you."

You raise your eyebrows at that, ignoring Eddie's protests to drop the topic.

"Do tell - what did my loving boyfriend do whilst I was gone?" you question, amused.

"Eddie told the nurse that he was your fiancée in order to see you whilst you were still in surgery." Nancy tells you with a teasing smile, causing you to cock your head in confusion.

"How did he-" you cut yourself off, your right hand automatically going to grasp the golden ring on your left hand. The action and the clear realization dawning on your face makes everyone break out in laughter, minus Eddie, who is blushing furiously from the corner of the room.

After half an hour, the nurse comes in to dismiss everyone, though she tells Eddie that he can stay a bit longer as the fiancée. None of your friends correct the nurse, all of them winking and giggling behind the nurse's back, before you turn around to look at Eddie. He's staring right at the floor, playing with his rings whilst avoiding looking at you.

"Eddie." you call out his name.

"Hm?" he asks, but he's still looking at the floor and his cheeks are still red. You sigh, patting the space next to you in bed.

"Come here, please."

He gingerly shuffles into the space next to you in bed, as you rest your head on his shoulder and pull up the hand with the matching golden ring in front of you. Playing with his matching ring, you smile.

"You're absolutely adorable, you know that? Lying to see little old me?" your tone is light-hearted and Eddie grumbles.

"Was not adorable. It was a life or death situation." he pouts, and you laugh, patting his thigh.

"Okay, I'm sorry for teasing, babe. What I meant was that I think it's really sweet that you camped out for nights outside in the waiting room and that you lied to be able to see me quicker."

A few moments of silence passes and Eddie carefully shifts in his place to look down at you. You look a bit tired - that's to be expected - but now under the golden sunlight streaming through the curtains, your face is vibrant and illuminated. Your hair's framing your face perfectly, your skin is warm against his, and your delicate fingers are drawing circles into his hand. Something shifts in him, he's not too sure what, but his gut tells him it's right.

"It doesn't have to be a lie." Eddie gently suggests, making your back straighten in surprise.

"W-what?"

Eddie takes a deep breath before pulling you off of him carefully.

"I love you. You love me. And the past few days have taught me time is fleeting and I can't take our time together for granted. So..." he shifts nervously beside you, before linking his hands with yours and kissing your palm. "What do you say? Wanna be my real fiancée?"

This time it's Eddie telling you to loosen up your grip when you bring him down for a crushing hug, extending your arms around his neck and nodding furiously into the crevice of his chest.

"Yes, yes, 100% yes."

His smile is blinding - pure, unadultered joy - before his signature smirk returns, pointing to your ring.

"Well, technically you already said yes, but a 100% yes is good too."

You roll your eyes but he cuts you off with a kiss, gentle and sweet, his teeth biting your lower lip. It makes you dizzy and hot all at once and the rest of the hospital room melts away in a euphoric haze, the only sensation being Eddie against you.

-> a/n: UGH I AM SUCH A SUCKER FOR HAPPY ENDINGS AND FLUFF uwu also please excuse the fact that most of this wouldn't happen irl in terms of hospital operations and who can see who I just needed the story to work a certain way lmao. If you enjoyed it, please leave a like/comment/reblog so I know to write more :)

❤️ Drink water, nourish your body and be kind to yourself today ❤️

[y0d00p]

(disclaimer: i'm talking specifically about kirby, plus mention of my own OCs [not fan characters])

I'm with you on pretty much everything you've said lol. ever since i was a kid i really disliked gijinkas because they removed an enormous, integral aspect of what made the characters appealing in the first place. like you said, it's not the same character. it's just a human dressed up as them.

you will not find someone more willing to stand for nonhumans and their right to be so unabashedly nonhuman than me. out of 250~300 OCs i had one official human that's been scrapped. the gijinka of my favourite OC basically turned into his own thing because the original's nonhumanness was so integral to his character.

anyway the whole reason i wanted to start making kirby gijinkas myself is because i wanted to draw more complicated smut lmfao. i like orb smut too but posing humanoids is easier for me.

ive blabbed about this on twitter but basically my whole angle with my gijinkas was to take what i liked about the characters' appearance and expand it to a humanoid frame, trying to retain as much of that cartoony "creatureness" as i could. because again, i feel similarly to you, i don't like just "human in a (character) costume". i think "orb anthro" suits my designs better as a descriptor, but i still use gijinka just cuz that's what everyone's familiar with lol.

also, even in my own anthro AU, some characters will never have humanoid forms because i can never make it work in my head. like, meta knight is kind of like a short little man. but whispy woods is a tree and should stay a tree, and zero two is a veiny biblically accurate angel and should stay a veiny biblically accurate angel, even if meta knight has a neck now, or whatever.

not trying to like… defend myself here, what works for me won't work for everyone, i just think the topic is fun to discuss! :) i also want to throw it in that i also think gijinka is a great drawing exercise and while i don't really seek out gijinka content myself, i always love to see new takes on characters and read artist thought process on their design choices. it's a cool "art form". again, i think it's a lot of fun to talk about

[missnight0wl]

So I rewatched Akemi Stormborn's year 7 chapter 42 playthrough(because I gave up on my account) and check this out One of the vials is missing. COULD THIS MEAN SOMETHING?! Or maybe I'm just overthinking BUT i don't thinkkkk I ammm This feels so intentional MAYBE ONE OF THE MISSING MEMORIES HAS SOME VERY IMPORTANT CLUES AND MAYBE SOMEONE STOLE IT OR THE OLD DADA TEACHER KEPT IT FOR THEMSELVES

Also, I did make the old dada teacher a character now. Their name is unknown but he's nicknamed "The Hunter" Not that original but it's new so bare with me They chained up Olivia but before they could take her memories away, she placed a horrid curse on them with her remaining strength. So fun

Here’s the link to the video if anyone’s interested because why not. Go check it out! Support the fellow fandom creator! :)

As for your question, I admit I totally missed it, so good catch! It could indeed be meaningful, and perhaps the missing memory is somehow particularly important. I’m not sure how, admittedly, as it’s hard to speculate not knowing what these memories are about in general. But still, it could lead to something interesting.

Alternatively, it is meaningful BUT nothing is actually missing. See, I noticed after your message that there are seven vials, and my first thought was: “Oh, maybe it’s one vial per one year at Hogwarts!”. And even if it’s not the case, perhaps the person who extracted these memories needed just exactly seven of them. I mean, imagine them thinking: “Well, I have all the memories I need, but my box has eight slots. Should I get one more random to make it even?”. And they decided that it’d be pointless. You know what I mean? Of course, then we could wonder why Jam City didn’t design the box with seven slots. But that’s why I’m not dismissing the idea of a stolen vial entirely. I just wanted to point out that it could go either way, especially since a number 7 is usually pretty important in the HP universe, so maybe JC was influenced by it as well.

Still, I have to say that I’m kind of bothered by this whole plotline because… it doesn’t really make sense. And I absolutely don’t want to criticize your idea with the former DADA professor, but it’s actually something that bugs me. Because why in the world the vials are in the DADA office, to begin with?

Alright, here’s the thing: when you remove one’s memories, you don’t need to extract them in the Pensieve-readable form. We even saw it in the game. When Pettigrew Obliviated MC or when MC Obliviated Merula (in Talbott’s TLSQ), there was no “white, whispy liquid”. Therefore, I assume that you don’t really need to extract them to modify them either.

Another issue: I’m pretty sure that extracting memories in the Pensieve-readable form doesn’t make you forget them. If I recall correctly, Dumbledore knew what memories they’re about to see with Harry in the Half-Blood Prince, even if it was his memory. I also believe that Snape was furious about Harry sticking his nosy head into the Pensive not only because it was inappropriate, but also because he knew exactly what Harry saw. I don’t know, the way I interpret the Pensieve is that it doesn’t make you forget, but rather that it makes the memories… less intrusive? Like, maybe you wouldn’t randomly remember it during a day, but you would if you chose to. I believe Dumbledore also mentioned that a Pensieve makes it easier to review your memories. So, I assume you might be able to view them more objectively? But either way, the point is that it doesn’t make you FORGET.

And even if JC decided to make their own rules and say that you have to extract memories to modify them… it still doesn’t make sense! Because Penny was actually right in the recent chapter:

(By the way, it’s a nice reference to the “Penny For Your Thoughts” SQ.)

Olivia seems to be missing any memories of R, right? Therefore, it’s reasonable to assume that it was R who removed/modified her real memories. But then, why would they keep the real extracted memories instead of destroying them? It has to be possible to do! And I know that some criminals like to keep trophies of their crimes, but I’m pretty sure most of them prefer to get rid of all evidence. So, why someone kept Olivia's memories?

To be clear, I’m aware that logic is not always JC’s strong suit, but if you ask me… it’d make much more sense if whoever hid the vials was not really trying to hide them, but to protect them. Maybe it was Olivia herself who decided to remove her own memories because she thought it’d keep her safe from R? Then, she asked someone to keep her real memories to use them in the future. Maybe Olivia or someone else was expecting that R might remove Olivia’s memories, so they extracted them in advance to secure them? Either way, I honestly expect that R might not know about the vials, at least not yet.

Now, going back to the missing vial. I imagine that if the missing vial was indeed stolen, it had to be done by someone in a hurry, no matter what were their intentions. That’s why they couldn’t take the whole box – it’d increase the risk of being caught. But yes, it would also mean that that one vial might be the most important. And so, the vial was stolen either to be protected or possibly destroyed.

Why the box was in the DADA office, though? I don’t know. I know there is some information about it to discuss in the datamined chapters, but I want to keep this post free of those spoilers. However, all things considered, I don’t know if The Hunter wouldn’t work better as a good guy. Or just with a different profession, really, as Olivia deserves to use some horrid curse in self-defence. But if The Hunter was a DADA professor and therefore had easy access to the office, why would they leave the box there? Or took just one vial?

Finally, I mentioned it in another post already, but I’ll say it again: I kind of wish the vials didn't contain Olivia’s memories at all simply because signing them with the initials: “O.G.” is very on the nose. And I know that JC sometimes likes to be very on the nose, but still, I think it’s a potential for a pretty cool plot twist.

[nellygwyn]

Ghostly shenanigans at work: A Post (fyi, I do not believe in ghosts but I do think there are things we do not understand. This might be one of them)

If anywhere is haunted in the UK, it's probably going to be my workplace. It has a long and complicated history, although not necessarily a violent one (not like the Tower of London.) And there have been ghostly sightings many a time over the centuries. What I'm saying is: a lot of shit has happened there and a lot of people of note have called it home.

A couple of days ago, one of my colleagues told me he saw a ghost in one of the state rooms. It was just a brief conversation, and I assumed he had seen, perhaps, a shadow or an orb. Nothing particularly creepy, but he'd been disturbed nonetheless. Today, the rota was changed and I was moved to the ghostly room in question. I was a little freaked out about it but there were plenty of people around and it was daylight so I was okay. I saw my colleague later on and mentioned the ghost to him again. He actually went into more detail this time. The ghost hadn't been a shadow or an orb, but very much a fully formed person, albeit whispy and 'smokey' (his words). This fully formed apparition was standing on the balcony that overlooks the room and was staring out of the window, onto the terrace. He had long-ish white/grey hair (my colleague couldn't tell if it was a wig or not), what looked like a frock coat, and big lace cuffs. My colleague couldn't see his bottom half.

Now, my colleague is sensible. He doesn't seem prone to exaggeration and he isn't obsessed with ghosts. I have other colleagues who are adamant they've seen paranormal shenanigans in the castle, but they're also the same colleagues who want to do seances all the time. I think you can become so obsessed with ghosts that you actually truly believe you are seeing them. But this colleague isn't like that, and he was genuinely shaken up.

But it gets more weird. ANOTHER colleague, a sensible older lady (who follows every single rule to the letter), also saw the same apparition. She didn't realise it wasn't "real" at first, and actually reported it to a manager. The area the ghost was in is out of bounds, at least, it is to most people. She called the manager on the radio to come and check she hadn't seen someone who wasn't supposed to be up there. There was nothing immediately to be suspicious about, but just to be sure, the manager went and watched the CCTV back.

There was nothing on the CCTV. All the manager could see was my colleague looking at the balcony, speaking seemingly to no one several times, and then looking confused as she got her radio out. This was all confirmed by said manager, and they would not check the CCTV for the craic. Plus, like I said, this colleague is also sensible. I believe she genuinely saw SOMETHING, I don't think she'd cause a ruckus for nothing or for a joke. A ghost? Not sure. But it's weird how, without even speaking with my other colleague beforehand, her description of the ghost matched his.

I was speaking with my boyfriend about this earlier. Neither of us believe in ghosts but it's pretty clear that both colleagues saw something, even if you could ultimately explain it rationally. We were discussing who it might be. Both colleagues described a man in 17th or 18th century European attire. Now, it could just be a random courtier or servant but I'm actually inclined to think it could be George III. Why? Well....

George III died at my workplace. It was one of his favourite places in the world, and during his final illness, he was confined there. He actually died in a room below this room.

He is one of the main apparitions that people have reported seeing over the centuries since his death. And the one thing these stories have in common is that he's often looking out of a window onto the terrace. He liked to do this because he liked to watch the soldiers. In fact, one of the earliest sightings of ghost George III was a week after his death. Soldiers on the terrace reported seeing him looking out the window and they saluted each other.

He's BURIED at my workplace. His earthly remains are on site. He's literally in residence.

This one is the eeriest, and something I only discovered when I was googling stuff about George III's ghost whilst speaking to my mum earlier - he died this exact week in 1820. He died on the 29th January to be exact.

If it is George III, then I'm not particularly scared. That's not scary. A little mentally ill man wandering around in his banyan and pyjamas? Bitch, that's me in my house.

[daintyduck99]

Backpack Cuddles

Rated G, about 800 words/ficlet

QPR, Luke & Alex & Reggie & Julie

Luke's asleep in Reggie's arms when Julie steps into the studio. Alex nods to her, twirling his drumsticks in his fingers, while Reggie mouths hello. Her answering smile wilts as Luke twists around and buries his face in Reggie's chest, and she busies herself with setting up the keyboard so that Reggie and Alex don't get the wrong idea. 

It's not like they never cuddle with her, quite the opposite, and she's happy to be included, that they've folded her into their little family. She even has special clothes sharing privileges from Alex, because she doesn't return his hoodies drenched in sweat or cologne or otherwise smelling like a slightly careless seventeen-year-old boy. 

It's a ridiculous thing to even entertain, really, and Julie tries to push it out of her mind, but Reggie lingers after rehearsal, standing next to the piano and idly plucking a pretty little tune, waiting as she takes her time winding up the extension cord. 

He hates conflict, the dissonance of sour notes, but it’s like he sees himself as a soundboard, soaking them up so that there’s less for anyone else to carry and converting them into something prettier, something playable. And Julie’s not upset at him, of course not, so she needs to straighten things out, even if her silly problem comes to light. 

She sets the extension cord on top of Luke’s amp and circles back around to the piano, humming along to the tune he’s playing, which causes some of the tension to bleed out of his shoulders. He joins her on the bench as she sits, lets her place  her hand on his, fingers flexing as they press the keys. Eventually, they peel their hands apart, and the tune peters out. 

“So…” Reggie starts, the unspoken you aren’t mad hanging between them like upbeats, “are you okay?” 

Julie slowly lays her head on his shoulder, giving him time to move away, to give some sort of sign that he’s not okay with it. He doesn’t, so she leans on him, and after a moment, he leans on her, too, pressing his cheek against the top of her head.  

“Yeah. I’m not—I’m not mad at you guys, I would’ve mentioned it before rehearsal. It’s nothing, really. Something dumb.”

Reggie makes a small sound of protest, finding her hand again and lacing their fingers together.

“If something’s bothering you, then it’s not dumb, Jules.” 

"Okay," she sighs, squeezing his hand, "it's just...you guys are really cuddly, and it's great, but I never get to like...reciprocate? I never get to cuddle anyone." 

"Oh," Reggie breathes, voice whispy with barely contained laughter, "that's because you're tiny, and we don't wanna crush you, so. We don't expect you to cuddle us." 

Julie pouts, even though he can't see it, and his amusement doesn't seem to be at her expense.

"You aren't that much bigger than me." 

"I didn't mean—" he scrambles to reassure her, and warmth radiates from where his cheek is pressed to her head, "you—it's—you're really cute, is all. I like that you're tiny." 

She nuzzles his shoulder, clamping down on the giddy squeal that wants to erupt from her throat with a million butterflies. 

"Thanks," Julie manages, "I still want to cuddle you, though." 

"You are, technically," Reggie jokes, and Julie pulls away from him to swat his leg, biting down on a smile. 

"Oh—just let me be the big spoon, already." 

She yelps as he hauls her off of the piano bench, winding her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. His eyes glitter with mirth, with fondness, and his mouth is curled into a wide smile. 

"Don't worry, Big Spoon, I'm just transporting you to the couch." 

Julie kisses the tip of his nose, watches his blush return like a chorus, and she grins. 

"Go on, then, Little Spoon." 

He sets her gently on the couch and she flops onto her side, throwing her arms open and making him giggle with her enthusiasm. Julie plasters herself to his back as he settles on the couch, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face between his shoulder blades. 

"It's like I moved the backpack from the front to the back," Reggie muses after a few minutes, and Julie snorts. 

"Mm your favorite backpack," she mumbles sleepily into his shirt, tightening her hold as he tries to get up, and he could break it easily, but he doesn't. 

"Julie, I can't—I should go home, I left my math homework—" 

"Stay," she whispers, "I'll let you copy mine in the morning if you don't have time to do it tonight. Stay for dinner, you know my dad loves you." 

"It's very hard to say no to you," Reggie murmurs, clasping her hands in his. 

"Favorite backpack," Julie reasserts, the coda to very cuddly afternoon. 

[charlieslowartsies]

Do you have any voice claims for anyone in the Knight Guard AU? Like, people or sound clips that you think matches someone the best

I do!

Bonnie and Foxy's voices can be found in this song: Stay Calm by Griffinilla (I am especially fond of how young/emotive Bonnie's voice is in this song! I wish there were more examples. The minute I heard this song I went 'THAT'S how I want Bonnie!')

Freddy's voice is a mix of the above song's version as well as Harry Morgan. (Colonel Potter from M*A*S*H. Keen minds will note that Freddy uses a handful of Potter's creative country-isms.) A good deal of Freddy/his voice is based off my own grandfather too, who had the same drawl but was not southern.

Chica's voice I always pictured as close to Dinah Shore's, although perhaps a tad higher. I always pictured her 'stage voice' to be bubbly and slightly over the top--once she came off stage her register drops, and she relaxes. Dinah Shore's narrated Bongo, from Fun and Fancy Free.

Mike's voice tends to lean toward Micheal J Fox's, especially Milo/Marty McFly. (To the surprise of NO ONE >>; ) Especially the voice cracks lol.

Max's voice resembles Dylan O'Brien for me, and when he's in Scraptrap it deepens a bit, as if Scraptrap is very lowly talking under him, but matching his words exactly.

Springtrap's voice is incredibly close to William's voice from Sister Location, with exception that there's zero emotion, and it echos faintly. As chilling as that sounds, it's a good sign to hear such flatness from Springtrap. It means Afton is being quiet...

Mari's voice is slightly harder to pin down. He speaks softly, and even when he is using a normal volume there is a whispy quality to it, and it echoes a tad. While a good jumping board for his speech is to compare him to KITT from Knight Rider (especially the exasperated, 'Oh, Michael,' he does lmao) there's also the under lying noises his music box and body makes. He retained a hint of Willam's accent due to their time together, but it's not very prominent. I always imagine some of Marion's angrier noises to sound like this electronic pattern in this video. WARNING! This is a spooky scene from a ND game, and just before the sound byte I mention is a JUMPSCARE. Please take caution. This was the best example I could find for Mari's Angie Noise. <3

I've always been hesitant to state these outright, because I know everyone has their own inner voice for how they hear things. I'm very auditory based and voices are important to me. I think it's why the gang's speech patterns developed so much over the years, I wanted readers to know who was talking even without 'Bonnie said' and etc. I don't know if I managed that, but maybe!

Also, when I read the knight guard au to my girlfriend I...do the above voices/tones to my best capabilities for her. (Yes, even Foxy's.) And I've been doing them since 2015 so they're pretty well developed for us nerds XD