#Dux Writing

[duckingwriting]

In the Dark

day 13 of @flufftober - "Attic, Cellar, hidden room"

There was no way I could not have a Bowuigi fic for flufftober.

Fandom: Super Mario & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bowser/Luigi (Nintendo) Characters: Bowser (Nintendo), Luigi (Nintendo) Additional Tags: Flufftober2024, Established Relationship Summary: Luigi is trying to clear his new home out of ghosts when he finds himself falling down a pipe and ending up in a room he does not know.

Can be red on AO3 or bellow the cut

Luigi trembled as he turned his flashlight onto the wall. He had heard a strange sound, turned to be sure it wasn't a ghost trying to sneak up on him, again. Satisfied that there was nothing there, Luigi turned back around and released another slow breath. He started moving forward with his heart pounding in his throat.

"Who...who you gonna call?" Luigi whispered to himself, his voice shaking. He figured it was probably okay since really, he couldn't sing anyways. Maybe he should take his brother up on the offer of not being here. Of staying at the castle with him and Peach. But Luigi wanted his own space. He loved his brother. There was nothing he wouldn't do for him, and he knew there was nothing Mario wouldn't do for him. But sometimes it got...sometimes he got jealous seeing Peach and Mario together and so in love.

Luigi didn't have any desire for Peach. She was a wonderful lady. He counted himself lucky to have her as a friend. And he was happy for his brother. But he also wanted a relationship like they had. Peach had introduced him to some of the other princesses, and while they were great, Luigi just didn't feel the connection with them that he had hoped for. So he joined them for team games but never for tea parties or anything other than games.

Swallowing Luigi reminded himself that the house may be haunted, but it really wasn't that bad. After all, Ghosts were just people. It would be fine. He would be fine. It would just take time to convince the ghosts to live peacefully with him or get out.

His flashlight flickered and Luigi frowned. He knew he had put new batteries in it. And a new bulb. He did not want to be in the dark, thank you. He felt a chill up his spine and then suddenly he found himself falling. Luigi screamed as he passed through what should have been a very solid wall. His heart choked him as it pounded in his throat.

He heard the giggling of ghosts and fumbled to get a grip on anything, something to keep himself from suddenly tumbling down. He felt the cool metal of a pipe and before he could grip the edge he was falling into the tunnel. Luigi screamed again, the last time he had fallen into a tunnel without knowing where it went he had found himself a prisoner in the Koopa castle. 

"Please. Please, please, let me pop up in the Mushroom kingdom." Luigi closed his eyes tightly, hoping for the best but fearing the worst. After all, the mansion he had was close to the border between the two kingdoms.

Before Luigi could finish begging whatever gods may or may not exist in this world, he thought Peach had mentioned stars actually granting wishes here, Luigi found himself thrown from the pipe. He grunted as he landed on the ground and sat up rubbing his neck with a moan. He looked around and swallowed. He was definitely not in the Mushroom kingdom. He pushed himself up on shaky legs and looked for his pipe. But the only pipe he found kept rejecting him. He wondered if pipes could be one way. A thought that was definitely not comforting when he had no idea where he was.

"Calm down Weegie. It's fine. I'm just...I just gotta figure it out. I'll...find another pipe. Or...maybe just someone to ask for directions. It's an honest accident. No one can really blame you for that? Right?" Luigi gave a firm nod to himself and flipped the switch on his flashlight, thankful when it turned back on. After scanning the room once more with light, and once again only finding one door, not even any secret hidden doors, Luigi made his way slowly out of the room. The hallway he was in was deserted. Taking slow cautious steps Luigi slowly started down the hall.

Before he could make it to the next door through a door down the hall opened, revealing stairs behind the large form of...Bowser.

"What the..." The large koopa seemed just as surprised to see Luigi as he was. Luigi lifted his hand in half a wave and shrunk down. Bowser's eyes narrowed. The door slammed behind him as he stomped towards the small human.

Luigi scrambled backwards until he was pressed against the wall then he closed his eyes and waited. Hot breath puffed against Luigi's cheek and he trembled as the scent of brimstone curled up over his senses. 

"Now what are you doin' in a place like this?" Bowser growled in Luigi's ear, his claws curling under his chin.

"I um...kinda got..." Luigi opened his watery blue eyes and met the blazing red ones. "I fell into a pipe? And it wouldn't let me back? And...I got lost."

Bowser's eyes narrowed and he was entirely too close to Luigi. "You...fell. And just happened to come out in my secret dungeon room?"

"Dungeon?" Luigi's eyes roved around. It didn't look like the dungeon he had seen before.

"Obviously." Bowser puffed up slightly, leaning further into Luigi's space he opened the door beside Luigi to reveal shelves of wine.

"...the boo pushed me down a tunnel to a wine cellar." Luigi sighed heavily.

"Boo?" Bowser was back to crowding Luigi against the wall and the small human swallowed heavily seeing the anger reflecting in red eyes. "Boo pushed you into a pipe?"

"I don't think they meant for me to go down the pipe." Luigi waved his hands, trying to pacify the koopa. "I just....it's not a big deal? I'm okay."

"But you could not be okay!" Bowser bellowed and Luigi flinched from the roar far too close to his ears. "What were you even doing around Boos? Where was that mustached jerk of a brother? Or even Peach! At least she knows how to-"

"I...was moving out?"

That brought the koopa up short and he tipped his head, one of his horns scrapping against the wall. "What?"

"...I was...moving out of the castle?" Luigi blushed. "I was moving into the haunted mansion not too far from the border?"

The king koopa blinked his eyes slowly and Luigi waited for him to explode again. Instead he sighed heavily and pulled the plumber into a tight embrace.

"If you'd just tell them...you could move in here." Bowser whispered. Luigi swallowed. He knew Bowser wasn't wrong. But he was always nervous about how his brother would take it. He knew his brother loved him. But he wasn't sure if his brother loved him that much. 

"I'm sorry." Luigi curled into the king's chest. "I just...I can't lose my brother."

Bowser blew out some hot air but said nothing on the subject, scooping up his human and walking towards the stairs. "I'll send a messenger to tell him I've kidnapped you."

Luigi relaxed. "Oh? How many 'secret' locations are you going to send him to?"

"Depends...how long are you going to let me keep you this time?"

"...Maybe until he finds us...so I don't have to think about how to tell him."

[duxinteritio]

Excerpt from a current WIP fanfiction

Tsu'tey tensed as his mate began struggling beneath him. A thrill shooting down his spine at the fire spitting from.the warrior's eyes. Jake's mouth opened but then the words he was going to snarl choked in his throat. Jake's eyes rolled back and his body went limp beneath Tsu'tey.

"Jake?" Tsu'tey stared down at the still warrior, releasing his hands to grip the relaxed face instead. His mate wasn't dead, the ripping pain he would feel if he was didn't strike him, but Tsu'tey did feel a deep hollow echo in his body as of they were suddenly separated by a great distance even as he straddled his mate's waist.

A snarl ripped from Tsu'tey's throat. The sky people had done something to his mate.

[duckingwriting]

So I do love this and it made me write something for my super hero original story, IDK if I'll turn this scene into something that is actually in it or not but here you go. It's also not romantic. Cayenne is the brother of Lykos' [eventual] boyfriend.

CW: parent violently rejected their child for being trans, transphobia mentioned, violence against the asshole mentioned.

Lykos walked towards the door with a roll of his shoulders. He had been in the middle of making himself some lunch when soft tentative knocking hit his door. He doubted anyone would be daring enough to cause him any trouble but he still clenched the butter knife covered in mayonnaise tightly in his flesh hand. His robotic prosthetic could better block after all. He did not think too much about the bite of the metal into his palm, the nerves there were so hit and miss he was not sure if he was actually feeling as much pain as they were telling him or not. Instead he focused on listening for any hint on who would be knocking on his door. There were limited people who even knew that he was home, that he did not go out for a nine-to-five job like so many others. His strays would all have used the spare key if the door was locked, which he could not remember having locked it. There was nothing of real value to steal in the house except what was in the basement. And no one really knew about what was down there. Lykos made sure of that.

So opening the door the last thing he expected to see was Flexon, the oldest child of the family he had tried to kill. Not that she was a child any longer. But more importantly she seemed to be in worse shape than he had left her in during the incident. She held her arm awkwardly against her side as blood dripped down and pooled on Lykos's porch.

"I'm sorry." Cayenne struggled to draw breath. She was surprised that her ribs had managed to become broken. Normally she was able to bed and flex enough to avoid actual broken bones. But whether it was the physical or mental damage her power seemed to be on the glitch, she was barely stopping her arm from sagging and stretching out to drag the ground as blood slipped past her fingers. She knew this man was dangerous. She knew first hand how dangerous he could be. She had been horrified to learn that he had escaped and was on the loose, that according to the rumor mill, he was just living his life in peace after the destruction he had wrecked on the system nearly three years prior. He was barely older than her baby brother. She had listened to the rumors though and learned that he helped those out that the system turned away. At least when he could. Cayenne felt tears building up in her eyes as she swayed on her feet.

"I didn't know where else to go."

Lykos caught the damaged hero as her body gave out and she fell forward. The butter knife clattered to the ground at his feet as he carefully picked her up and walked towards the bathroom where he had a first aid kit. He steadied her on the toilet seat silently. Her body shook as she struggled with her tears. He knew it could easily be a trap, but he couldn't turn his back on her either. So he silently reached for her arm and pushed her sleave up to examine the wound. When her breathing started evening out as best it could past hisses of pain he softly asked about what injuries she knew she had. His policy was to not ask questions. It could cause more problems if he pushed too much. But just like many of his strays, it seemed this one wanted to talk so he listened.

"I'll need to bind your ribs." Lykos rocked back on his heels and looked up into her eyes. He had the wrapping in his hands. "I'm not sure how your powers will affect their healing. But I don't think they should be left without support either."

"Father did not want want me to change my name from WE DO NOT DEAD NAME to Cayenne...he...I..." Cayenne choked again on a sob that tried to rip its way from her body.

"There's scars..." Cayenne whispered, her fingers on the edge of her shirt. "From the surgery...it's what set father off...I finally wore a shirt that was tight enough to show that i've got breasts now and-"

"I don't care." Lykos cut her off. He kept his gaze locked on hers. "Your father's a piece of shit. I tried to kill him for it."

A choked surprised laugh left her throat and she managed to lift the shirt up. Lykos only spent enough time looking at her to insure there were no other injuries he needed to pay attention to.

"Father says I'm an ugly woman." Cayenne spoke softly when Lykos was nearly finished.

"I wouldn't say that." Lykos finished wrapping her ribs before rolling to his feet and offering her his hand. "Don't know how much my opinion matters though. I prefer men."

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Charlotte Pudding/Vinsmoke Sanji (One-sided) Characters: Charlotte Pudding, Blackbeard Pirates (One Piece), Bartolomeo (One Piece) Additional Tags: I cannot emphasize enough how one sided the pudding/sanji is, he will not be appearing in this at all. also, Charlotte Pudding POV, Canon-Typical Violence, will update tags as they apply with chapters, big mom pirates - Freeform, Canon compliant up to 1064 cover story, puddings fun whimsical adventure, (squeezes her like a squeaky toy) Summary:

Charlotte Pudding’s been captured by the Blackbeard pirates, despite her family’s best efforts to prevent otherwise. Sneaky bastard, waiting til he knew mama wouldn’t be around to go for it. Pudding’s not keen on sticking around, if she can help it. And as luck would have it… these seastone cuffs seem ever-so-slightly loose, probably having last been used on someone without relatively average sized wrists. If she could just slip free once the opportunity presents itself…

On top of this, Pudding’s starting to… know things. Things she definitely should have no way of knowing.

Chapter 2 of Candy chessboard (∩ᄑ_ᄑ)⊃━☆ﾟ*･｡*･:≡( ε:)

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My first big post on this blog and it's gonna be about -you guessed it- OBSCURE SONIC CHARACTERS!

These are my silly little headcanons about The Hooligans because I love them dearly :>

TRIGGER WARNING for the following things mentioned or explicitly stated in this list: Death, murder, unintentional self-harm, and swearing!

Oh, right, before reading this you should know that my idea of what Bean's mom looks like is adokle's version of her! You can see her here and here, along with Bin, Pin, and Lucy. And a few of my ideas for Bark are pulled from this fic, here! Now that we have that out of the way...

Let's start it off with the leader of this illustrious group of ne'er-do-wells, Fang the Sniper! Or Nack the Weasel. Whatever you wanna call him.

I believe he is a Jerboa/Wolf/Weasel mix!

He gets his Jerboa/Wolf genes from his mother and his Weasel genes from his father.

He had a really messed up childhood. Man's was not okay.

Was raised by his sister, Nic, for the majority of his childhood.

Fang was born on January 1st and Nic was born on December 31st. They were born five minutes apart.

He and Nic stayed together for a surprisingly long time, despite the fact that they absolutely despised each other.

He got his hat from his father on one of his earlier birthdays. He cherishes that hat more than everything else he owns.

Yes, including the Marvelous Queen. Awesome bikes are an easy fix, but a hat from the only family member that he actually loved? That's priceless.

He used to hold a very, very minuscule soft spot for Nic before he killed her.

He still hasn't processed that the two dumbasses he got stuck with have miraculously found their way into his heart (If you ever asked him, he'd probably shoot you).

Bark's moral compass actually has ended up rubbing off on him, more or less.

Bean beats him in soccer all the time. Fang will forever be bitter about this.

Despite how much he bitches and moans, he actually really enjoys hanging out with Bark and Bean. Even if their versions of fun include boring museum visits or blowing up bingo clubs.

He's Bisexual and Aromantic (either that or AroSpec, I'm not too sure).

He thinks that wearing cologne is just a "faster way to shower". He will not take criticism (Also, he wears the cheapest cologne he can find).

He always smells at least a little bit like gasoline.

Now onto the silent softie, Bark the Polar Bear!

You don't see many Polar Bears around, even in places like North Island or the Aurora Ice Fields. The species is largely thought to be extinct.

This leads to a lot of people being shocked/stunned whenever Bark comes around, either that or just not knowing what species he is (Only one of the reasons he has anxiety around people he doesn't know).

He refuses to talk about his family; the only person he's ever opened up to about them is Bean (And Fang to a considerably lesser extent).

He speaks Russian!

He's an extremely avid listener, he loves listening to people talk-- which is one of the reasons he and Bean get along so well.

He runs surprisingly cold, like, all of the time. Bean thinks it's magic but Fang is pretty sure it's just a polar bear thing.

Either way, it's heaven in the summer and hotter climates but absolute hell during the winter and in frigid climates.

This is also a good time to mention that Bark is a huuuuge cuddle bug. Bean loves it, Fang used to hate it but he tolerates it now.

Yes, he does think Bean is the funniest fucking person alive. What about it.

Smells like strawberry shampoo and campfire smoke.

He is Demiromantic and Asexual.

And last but most definitely not least, the dynamic dynamo, Bean the Dynamite!

Was raised by his uncle Pin and grandma Lucy.

He does have a wind-up punch like his father and uncle, but he rarely uses it.

His parents, Bin and Rin, were archeologists/explorers.

Pin is well-renowned in the wrestling industry and works a lot of odd jobs.

And Lucy is a gardener/librarian (Also a former wrestler).

He got his bomb-throwing ability from his mom! Well, not her exactly, but her side of the family.

He calls Pin and Lucy at least twice a month to catch up on stuff (He deliberately leaves out the part where he's been running with a renowned mercenary).

He also visits Lucy whenever he has the time or if he's in the area.

He has ADHD!

Of which he doesn't take meds for, whoops.

He's built up a lot of emotional walls throughout the years. He could count on one hand the number of people that have seen him cry.

Funny Man™

He always smells like burning chemicals covered in a layer of cheap cologne and strawberry shampoo.

He stims by pacing, flapping his hands, biting himself and tugging on his feathers.

He tends to cause harm to himself without realizing it. Pulling out feathers, scratching himself too hard, etc.

He wears black fingerless gloves with gold ring cuffs and black & yellow sneakers.

He got his bandana from his mom and his gloves from his dad.

Yes, he has done the cartoon anvil thing to someone. And the comically large hammer.

He can speak 13 languages: English, Spanish, French, Dutch, Welsh, German, Norwegian, Italian, Barese, Vietnamese, Swedish, Russian, and Portuguese.

He is Aromantic and Asexual.

Alrighty, that's all of the ones I can think of right now.

If you want to hear more specific headcanons about any of them, or just any sonic characters in general, then shoot me an ask!

Either that or you can tell me some of your headcanons! I like hearing other people's thoughts on characters. :D

[duckingwriting]

Can I add one? I wanna add one.

...

I'm adding one

TW: mention of child abuse & drunk driving

Oliver stroked his hand down his mate's side. Harper stretched out into the touch before slowly opening his eyes and turning to smile up at the snow leopard shifter.

"you're home." Harper smiled rolling from the couch and stretching again with a yawn.

"you didn't tell me it was your birthday." Oliver sat next to the wolf shifter trying to find a way to apologize for missing the day. He wouldn't have even known if Waylon hadn't made an off handed comment about it.

Harper blinked in surprise that his mate even cared to bring it up. So he shrugged. "It's fine. I've had worse. And you're here now."

"you've had better too I'm sure." Oliver pulled his mate into a hug and rested his head on the others. Again Harper shrugged.

"It's in the top five." Harper tried to soothe his mate who only tensed more.

Birthdays were so important in Oliver's family. His parents always made a big deal for him and his brothers. Even now that all three of them lived on their own. He accepted the comfort from his mate, knowing how easily his mate would spiral in on himself. He nudged the dark haired male's temple.

"Tell me about the best one."

"Twelfth easily." Harper answered smiling as he closed his eyes. "I woke up alone, I didn't know it at the time but mom was in ICU and dad jail for driving drunk and putting her there, I got to spend the day just enjoying Saturday cartoons with the sound on and not worrying about waking dad or mom needing me to clean up his mess because she couldn't get up."

"Jesus Christ." Oliver breathed staring down at his mate.

"What? I mean there wasn't a birthday cake that year but I got to put sugar in my cereal." Harper defended. "It's almost as good."

Oliver tightened his old on his mate who grumbled a bit at the tightening grip. "Tomorrow morning I'm making waffles."

"the hell you are." Harper growled. "You almost burnt my kitchen down last time!"

Tagging @sharkielord since Oliver is his OC

Hey btw, to new writers who want to write angst: Nothing illustrates darkness as well as sparse and brilliant highlights.

If you want to write a character with an unspeakably awful past, there’s no need to go into deep and gory details about how horrible it was. Readers who can’t relate to it won’t relate to that, and the readers who have been there generally don’t want to see that. Instead, highlight some of their happiest moments but make them unsettlingly small.

Sprinkles in some realism, too. Having a character go “my parents were abusive monsters and I’ve literally never had a happy moment in my life” isn’t realistic, and both the people who haven’t witnessed that kind of thing outside of fiction, and the people who have personally lived it will just go “yeah, yeah, tragic childhood, misery, darkness, we’ve all seen it”, and being nothing but negative makes the character both uninteresting and unlikeable.

Now, having someone casually think or say shit like “I think my happiest childhood memory was that christmas when dad was in prison. Nobody was yelling or throwing anything and mom was sober the whole time”, and be genuinely surprised by other peoples’ concerned reactions - now jesus christ that’s bleak.

[writers-potion]

List of Interesting Latin Phrases

A list I made just to satisfy my vain cravings for resonating mottos for a secret society I'm working on. Enjoy!

abi in malam crucem: to the devil with you!

ad astra per ardua: to the star by steep paths

ad augusta per angusta: to honors through difficulties

aegis fortissima virtus: virue is the strongest shield

amor vincit amnia: love conquers all things

animo et fide: by courage and faith

arbitrium est judicium: an award is a judgement

aut mors aut victoria: either death or victory

aut vincere aut mori: either victory or death

bello ac pace paratus: prepared in war and peace

bibamus, moriendum est: let us drink, death is certain (Seneca and Elder)

bonis omnia bona: all things are good to the good

cede nullis: yield to no one

cito maturum, cito putridum: soon ripe, soon rotten

consensus facit legem: consent makes law

data fata secutus: following what is decreed by fate (Virgil)

durum telum necessitas: necessity is a hrad weapson

dux vitae ratio: reason is the guide of life

e fungis nati homines: men born of mushrooms

ego sum, ergo omnia sunt: I am, therefore all things are

pulvis et umbra sumus: we are but dust and shadow

quae amissa salva: things lost are safe

timor mortis morte pejor: the fear of death is worse than death

triumpho morte tam vita: I triumph in death as in life

tu vincula frange: break your chains

vel prece vel pretio: for either love or for money

verbera, sed audi: whip me, but hear me

veritas temporis filia: truth is the daughter of time

vero nihil verius: nothing is truer than the truth

vestigia nulla restrorsum: foosteps do not go backward

victus vincimus: conquered, we conquer (Plautus)

sica inimicis: a gger to his enemies

sic vita humana: thus is human life

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Reference: <Latin for the Illiterati: a modern guide to an ancient language> by Jon R. Stone, second edition, 2009

[duckingwriting]

Getting Answers

Day 16 of @flufftober - "Yes, No, Maybe"

Fandom: Super Mario & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luigi & Mario (Nintendo), Bowser/Luigi (Nintendo), Mario/Princess Peach (Nintendo), Donkey Kong/Mario (Nintendo) Characters: Mario (Nintendo), Luigi (Nintendo) Additional Tags: Secret Relationship, Mario is a Supportive Brother Summary: Mario needs to talk to his brother, he has to know the truth.

Read bellow the cut or on AO3

 "Hey, Luigi....can we talk?" Mario stepped in front of his brother as the taller man tried to walk past him.

Luigi blinked his eyes at his brother. He examined the shorter man who shifted from one foot to the other and rubbed the back of his neck, pushing his hat slightly off just to adjust it back in place and do it again. And again. And again. Luigi could count on one hand the number of times he had seen his brother nervous. When he had asked Peach out on their first date. And DK out on their first date. Being nervous was Luigi's thing and seeing his brother so nervous instantly put him on edge. He swallowed heavily. And gave a small nod.

"Of course, what's wrong?" Luigi shot a glance out to the slowly sinking sun and hoped his tardiness could be forgiven.

Mario frowned seeing his brother's movement. He rolled his shoulders back and squared up to his brother. "Nothing's wrong...at least I don't think so. I just...you've been distant lately."

Luigi blinked with his eyes widening. He had not thought Mario would notice, so focused on his own relationships Luigi had thought for sure he still had time for his own before his brother noticed any of it. He let out a nervous laugh that shook too much and couldn't hold his brother's gaze.

"Have I? I didn't realize-"

"I...I don't want you to lie Weegie." Mario sighed and deflated slightly. "I just...I know it's possibly...strange what I'm going to ask but DK mentioned it and I just...I just want the truth okay? We always tell each other the truth, right?"

Luigi forced his gaze back to Mario and slowly nodded his head, even as his stomach twisted knowing he didn't tell Mario everything.

"Are you....you've been getting kidnapped a lot." Mario said slowly watching as his brother turned bright red and gave another nervous laugh. 

"What?  It's not that much...."

The two brothers fell silent for a moment before Mario leaned in towards Luigi. His voice dropped down low as if he didn't want anyone else to hear what he was going to say.

"Luigi...are you...in a relationship with Bowser?"

"Yes I mean no. I mean..." Luigi sighed, not telling his brother was one thing but to straight up lie went against his character completely. "Maybe? I don't...we haven't discussed..."

"So the kidnapping dates?"

Luigi shrugged and wrapped his arms around himself. "I guess kinda?"

Mario was frowning, there was still a bright blush on his brother's cheeks and after a moment he blushed brightly too. "Are they booty calls?!"

Luigi flinched but nodded his head, pulling his hat down to hide his face. "More or less."

Mario made a strangled noise himself trying to push the image from his own mind. "Okay, ignoring that. Completely and totally ignoring that."

"Can I leave now?" Luigi asked, more than ready for the conversation to be over.

"Yeah just..." Mario had an idea where his brother was going now and he grasped his arm giving it a small squeeze. "Just know I think you deserve better than to be a sometimes....if...I know you Weegie, you wouldn't....do that if you didn't care about him so...just, I don't know, get an answer about the dating thing?"

"I'll think about it." Luigi whispered slowly, pulling away from his brother who sighed.

"That's all I ask. And if you want, sometime me and DK or me and Peach can kick your asses at a double date tennis match."

Luigi blinked at his brother. Mario was clearly not quite comfortable but he was willing to deal with Bowser if Luigi asked. Luigi smiled and surged forward to hug his brother.

"I love you, Bro."

"I love you too." Mario squeezed him back. "And tell him if he don't treat you right I've got stomping boots just for him."

[duxinteritio]

I've been shopping Bowuigi for Moore than a short time. I started writing this fic over a month ago. I very rarely remember to share the fics I've posted here buuuuuut since my dashboard is flooded with these two I remembered!

And because I can I may as well do my older one too.

[ruumirmir]

𝘈 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘗𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘛𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴

Part I Part II

ੈ♡˳ Author's◇ note - Haha what if I pretended my shamelessly OCfied male reader was a character :))) Here's to me doing everything possible to build up my "reader" lore. Everything except actually drawing and naming him 😭 If you're curious about previous posts regarding my mans, you could skim over These!! Me when writing this: im gonna make up SO MUCH BULLSHIT about snezhnaya and the other harbingers.

𝘝𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 : ENG - Stephen Fu (Noe Archiviste from Vanitas no Carte) JP - Kento Ito (Dan Heng from Honkai Star Rail)

𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 : October 19 (Libra)

𝘈𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 : Northland Bank of the Fatui

𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 : Hydro

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 : Cygnus Venatici (The Hunting Swan)

A senior branch manager of Snezhnaya’s Northland bank. As a fatuus, he is formally well-known as the Venator Dux, who mans the Snezhnayan Order of Gold and Exchange founded by the Ninth Harbinger. He hunts in pursuit of the Tsar's vision, but his loyalties are far removed from her.

𝘝𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦-𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 Ah, the renowned traveller, in the flesh. A visitor to each of the seven nations, while your reputation has run across the continent twice over. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. If you've heard of the Snezhnayan Order of Gold and Exchange, that'd be me who's in charge of it. I am one of the agents within Lord Regrator's primary circle of officials, so you may address me as Venator dux.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘵: 𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 I've been in my respective position for over a decade now, and for the last four years, have come across choice tales surrounding your name. A big fan of your work, really! Lord Regrator has had his interest piqued for a while now... so for the sake of civilized peace and alliance, let's get along... shall we? Try not to cause any trouble and I might consider putting in a good word for you.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘵: 𝘋𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘴 A large bulk of my work is centered around days of scrawling pen over paper... but really, one can only digest hefty documents for so long. I've had my fill for many years on end-... now, I'd prefer to partake in more physical tasks.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘵: 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 I fear the new batch of rookies are growing too lax in their combat training… perhaps it was my uninspiring teaching method today. As a Venator, it simply won’t do to disappoint them. Traveller, would you help a man out and join the session today? The trainees could do with a fresh perspective on things.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐𝘵 𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴

No shelter to be seen... here's to praying that you don't catch a cold. Oh don't worry about me, I seldom get sick.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 I've always wondered how the real clap of thunder would feel in comparison to a shock of electro. Unless you want to volunteer for that, watch your step.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐𝘵 𝘚𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 Eh... I've seen it once, I've seen it a thousand times. That being said, the nights that are covered in an impossibly slow curtain of snowfall are some of the rarer times I stop to admire it.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘯 𝘐𝘴 𝘖𝘶𝘵 Finally. Some real warmth to my face. I am but a simple man, languishing like a wilted flower in the absence of our sun's blazing gaze.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵 Actually... I think I might just prefer the miserable winter cold over this.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘴 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 What's with the aggressive breeze today? Does the Anemo archon have bills to pay?

𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 Good morning. I was about to stop by the city lake on my way to the bank and feed the local geese. You can come along if you'd like. Keep your distance from Tatiana though. She bites.

𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯 On a slow lazy day, I'd be waking up around noon. Fortunately, the weekend is right around the corner, so I can do just that.

𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 Although the Northland "bank" closes to the public by evening, the building itself stays open till midnight for other classified affairs. So I may as well make the most of my break time before I'm needed again.

𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 Oh, I must've lost track of time. It's quite late into the night, so before I go, let me walk you back to whatever establishment you're staying at... Oh, uh- I'm... not sure I heard you correctly. You said you live... inside... a teapot...?

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳: 𝘚𝘯𝘦𝘻𝘩𝘯𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘯 𝘖𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 It was the very first decree of order at the hands of Lord Regrator when he came into power as a Harbinger many years ago; to inaugurate a faction dedicated to rearing the potential he painstakingly carved into the foundations of the Northland bank. It is just as the name implies. An executive body responsible for developing economic policies and providing regulation, consulting, and forecasting of socioeconomic and business development, ranging from simple roadside shops to production factories-Oh, have I lost you? Haha... don't apologize, I've seen that expression a couple times before. In simple terms: we help run the nation's cycle of mora, trade system, and citizen’s businesses.

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵 [Unlocked at Friendship Lv. 4] The title bestowed upon me, Venator Dux, signifies not just leadership but mastery over a successful hunt- or in some cases, a successful business strategy. The master hunter requires a discerning eye, a mind that can decipher the intricate patterns woven by our adversaries. Information is our ammunition, and knowledge is the silent arrow that strikes before the prey even realizes the hunt has begun.

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘜𝘴: 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘴 Various forms of dance and song are the lifeblood of Snezhnaya’s festivals. During fall, you’ll find multiple dance troupes and clowns passing each village, town, and city to perform. I personally look forward to the dancers.

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘜𝘴: 𝘓𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 [Unlocked at Friendship Lv. 6] Your little companion has stuck with you since day one? Truly? That is… a highly admirable trait, one that I will always stand by. Loyalty is not a mere pledge, it anticipates the unspoken desires of another; a commitment that transcends the superficial bonds of allegiance. I keep this ideal close to my heart... for only a single person.

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 I was hesitant to use a delusion in the first place, so frankly, I’m glad to have been gifted this for whatever reason I was found worthy of. However… Lord Regrator harbours an uncanny dislike for my vision. It’s not something that has been brought up, but I can read between the lines.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 You didn’t hear it from me, but I encourage the employees at the bank to keep a list of all the infuriating and rude customers. It’s to spice up all the sparring and combat practice sessions by naming and dressing up the dummies as people they’d like to kick- Ha!

𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 This wintry climate is harsh and unsustainable for various flora and fauna. The Charmomila flower doesn’t care about any of that. They’ll grow in obnoxious places if they want to. The real deal comes from the summer butterflies that feast on its nectar. After a while their wings turn a beautiful honey-yellow, which are harvested and brewed into the sweetest and most expensive nonalcoholic beverage you’ll find around here. I enjoy a glass of one semi-regularly on work mornings.

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳: 𝘈𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 [Unlocked at Friendship Lv. 6] He will have my sincere respect, always. Lord Regrator has built his empire up from a scratch in the dirt, something impossible to do were he a lesser man. His sacrifices of blood, sweat, and tears has bled into the policies that the bank stands on today. Money breeds imbalance and power, which in turn grants freedom and recognition if you are on the right side of the coin. Regrator is a utilizing man and he guards what’s his, zealously. He will take and take until his arms sag with the weight, and uphold his promise to give out the correct equivalents because he lets his value of fair exchange lead him like a vice. For as long as he stays true to his greed, I will be the hand that reaches forward to grasp what he desires.

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳: 𝘋𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘶𝘮 [Unlocked at Friendship Lv. 6] Lord Regrator expects a strict level of decorousness from everyone working under his name- from me to even the most forgotten grunts. It's nothing outrageous of course. You would only ever see the metaphorical boot-licking than a literal one. I find it a bit much sometimes but the public eye is nothing to scoff at. Especially to a man of his status. The Snezhnayan dvoryane make up more than a third of the Northland Bank's clientele- not to mention the stakes a couple of them have invested. And if there is anything that those feather-headed fools care about, it's posh theatrics. *Sigh* Still... I quite enjoy falling in step with Pantalone's politesse. He has a beautiful manner of speech that I've never been able to measure up to.

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳: 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘎𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 [Unlocked at Friendship Lv. 6] …Why do I feel like you’re trying to fish for critical information...? Fine- I'll concede. It's your head on the line anyways. Lord Regrator is a big player in the system of underground businesses that connect Nathan and Snezhnaya. Technically it could be called a black market, but it’s mainly run by a small council of social elites from both nations. There are occasional hosted auctions, that my lord targets to buy out priceless artifacts from. I’m talking about lost pieces of history and endangered caged beasts over items with resell value. Now… with that being said, as long as this secret remains safe… so do you. It’s always me who’s dispatched to make sure it stays that way.

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file (1)4-44-0160: 15 lines

thank you @nczaversnick for this tag! 15 lines, and for this one i'm going with sunny of school rules! i always have fun writing her, and she's got a lot of lines to pull from (admittedly, most of them are from episode 1, but they're good so it doesn't matter).

“Greetings, fellow fugitives – I mean, students!”

“Since this station’s endorsed by the school board, legally all of the darker things I say are ‘jokes.’”

“But y’know listeners, I really like my neck. I’m not in the business of losing it anytime soon, so let’s get on with the show.”

“Did you hear that? Quality entertainment.”

“Seems their best days are past. That’s not to say they had any good days, though.”

“Radio is the way to go, and I think that’s for the best.”

“I’m sure your parents are proud. Oh, wait. Turns out you can’t have it all.”

“Here at Spencer’s, we have a bit of a reputation for being… let’s say… cutthroat. And competition just brings the worst out of people, doesn’t it? It makes fools of us all.”

“We believe that all students should strive to ultimate greatness, no matter the cost. Even Darcy Spencer, who I wholeheartedly believe is above the system.”

“… the next football game has been cancelled because students have set fire to the field, as ‘payback,’ they claim. Sure, sisters. We all call it ‘payback’ every now and then.”

“It’s my whole brand, begrudgingly.”

“Now, some of you might be wondering why I haven’t just said what you want me to say. Am I stalling for time to keep you listening until the very last moment? Of course I am!”

“And if you don’t find your name on the dux, you’ve got the Headmaster’s permission to do anything to win, no matter the cost. Can you tell what the priorities here are?”

“Who cares that we’re trapped in a correctional – I mean – enterprising girl’s academy?”

“One more time, this is School Rules Radio, your one-stop-shop for all the news you need to stay complacent!”

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[puckpocketed]

hex is on hold until bad things happen on monday, enjoy your last bread for 3 more days 😭 i have submitted a revision for the pld curse to the big dude upstairs. doomed to a fate of being too good to love as a failhorse. may he be perfectly mediocre (i am doing better??)

may your sharks rebrand into an awful oiler orange + mustard green combo and abandon your cool chomping logo for something deeply boring and unappealing (???????? where are your weak spots???)

is mediocrity not also a failhorse trait? i do actually have a bridge to sell caps fans which i'm writing up LMAO so. uhhh look out for that one <3

my dux are rebranding to the exact pantone shade as the fly-rs. I love naruto so much (you'll see) and i LOVE orange. you cannot hurt me with this one i fear x

my blogger in hockeyblr i followed the san jose sharks willingly and they won 19 games out of 82 this past season. so. you tell me what my weak spots are :3

anyway . go cats <3 i would prefer to see them win/see the oil-rs lose for the delicious tragedy narrative..!! distantly fond as i am of cmd lol

[duxinteritio]

Jason continued mocking the questions as he and Tabor filled out paperwork together. He leaned over to bump his shoulder against Tabor's with a crooked grin, ignoring the glare the dark haired man shot at him every time.

"EmErGeNcY cOnTaCt," Jason swayed in his seat rolling his eyes. "Please, as if I get in that many dangerous situations."

His blocky writing wrote out 'Tabor Castle' before grinning and leaning against Tabor's shoulder, causing his own writing to skip along the paper.

"Do you need me to spell out Jason Wilson for you?" Jason grinned dropping his gaze to Tabor's form where the name 'Tyrone Crestman' was written out on the emergency contact line. Jason pulled back with a pout as he stared at the other man. Tabor raised a single eyebrow over his green eyes.

"Alright. Fine. You've got a point." Jason huffed turning his attention back to the page. "But I get to bring out the handcuffs tonight."

"Alright." Tabor agreed easily. "Though the rope will be better on your wrists."

Tagging @sharkielord because I know he loves these two.

A and B (are partnered) and need to fill out a form which includes an emergency contact person. A puts down B, but B puts down someone else. Is it a surprise to them that their partner would choose someone else or are they like 'oh of course you'd pick them'?

[paganimagevault]

Chieftain Tétény (Töhötöm) by unknown artist

"Regino also connects Zwentibald's death to Hungarian incursions, reporting, anno 894: 'Zwentibald...whose regnum his sons held unhappily for only a short time after it had been devastated by the Ungari, finished his last day.' Once again Regino telescoped events, the ultimate outcome of which was known to him. The Moravian duke's sons managed to hold on to at least some of their realm until after 900, as we shall see. Nevertheless, Regino clearly drew a connection between Hungarian participation in these Frankish-Bavarian wars against the Moravians, the death of Zwentibald, and the destruction of his regnum. Widukind of Corvey and Liutprand of Cremona, both writing from the vantage point of the mid-tenth century, matter-of-factly made such connections. Widukind wrote that Charlemagne defeated the Avars (quos modo Ungarios vocamus) and constructed a huge wall (ingentum vallum) to keep them out. Arnulf, however, destroyed these defenses because he was angry with Zwentibald, 'rex [sic] Marorum.' Liutprand states that 'they (the Hungarians) were separated from us by defensive positions (interpositiones), called clausae, that were difficult to penetrate.' He blames Arnulf for destroying these munitissimi interpositiones and for calling in the gens Hungariorum to assist him against Zwentibald, dux Maravanorum, whom he could not otherwise have defeated."

-Charles R. Bowlus. Franks, Moravians, and Magyars: The struggle for the Middle Danube

[fulgurbugs]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Charlotte Pudding/Vinsmoke Sanji (One-sided) Characters: Charlotte Pudding, Blackbeard Pirates (One Piece) Additional Tags: I cannot emphasize enough how one sided the pudding/sanji is, he will not be appearing in this at all. also, Charlotte Pudding POV, Canon-Typical Violence, will update tags as they apply with chapters, big mom pirates - Freeform, Canon compliant up to 1064 cover story Summary:

Charlotte Pudding’s been captured by the Blackbeard pirates, despite her family’s best efforts to prevent otherwise. Sneaky bastard, waiting til he knew mama wouldn’t be around to go for it. Pudding’s not keen on sticking around, if she can help it. And as luck would have it… these seastone cuffs seem ever-so-slightly loose, probably having last been used on someone without relatively average sized wrists. If she could just slip free once the opportunity presents itself…

On top of this, Pudding’s starting to… know things. Things she definitely should have no way of knowing.

hey guys im writing again

[duckingwriting]

Ooh I gotted tricked!

After some thought...a single line with no context.

"You lied." Dinah hissed finally letting anger coarse through her. When his gaze returned to hers she narrowed her own gaze more. "You absolute fucker, you lied."

I hope I'm doing this right. I saw nothing about dates on the thing....

Trick or treat!

~ @duckingwriting

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