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nataliedanovelist · 5 years ago

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GF - All Star

Summary: A deep, dark secret about Ford is slowly revealed to his family, and he’s not ready.

For Skaleigh, wherever she may be...

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A few days after Weirdmegeddon, Ford was exiting the basement, taking a break from cleaning it out today. Stan had been recovering from his memory loss beautifully and so Ford decided to get a certain chore done on this rainy day. He could hear something, however, that made him freeze as a shiver ran down his spine and his race turned as red as his sweater.

“... start coming and they don't stop coming,

Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running.

Didn't make sense not to live for fun.

Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb.”

Recognizing who’s voice that was, Ford began to relax. The sweet smell of vanilla and sugar graced his schnoz and he followed the music to the kitchen. There, Mabel was in her little pink apron over her sprinkle-sweater, dancing around the kitchen as she mixed icing with food coloring in little bowls. The radio was playing on the kitchen table, a little dirty with flour, and the whole kitchen was a mess, but Ford couldn't help but smile at his beautiful niece as her hair flew everywhere as she danced and sang her heart out. When the chorus came, she banged her head and put the bowl of light-blue icing on the counter to dance more freely.

“Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play!

Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid!

And all that glitters is gold!

Only shooting stars break the mold.”

At the words “shooting stars”, Mabel attempted a flip and fell on her face, just like she did at the dance party at the beginning of summer. Ford winced and made a move towards her, slightly emerging from his hiding spot at the doorway, but stopped when Mabel sprung up, unhurt, and declared to herself and the kitchen, “I’m okay!” Her eyes landed on her uncle and she grinned. “Grunkle Ford! Whatcha doin’?”

“I thought I would take a break from cleaning.” Ford explained casually with a shrug while Mabel turned down the radio a little so they could talk better. “Having fun?”

“Yeah!” Mabel pointed to the twelve cupcakes that were cooling on the stove and said, “I’m making everyone a snack. Want one?”

“I would love one, my dear. Thank you.”

“Ah, ah.” Mabel wiggled a finger at him. “You have to do something for it, first.”

Ford raised an eyebrow at her and held his cleft chin. “Oh?”

Mabel opened the drawer she knew Ford kept his apron in and pulled out his old My Other Oven is a Bunsen apron. “You have to decorate the cupcakes with me.”

Ford grinned and happily accepted the protective clothing against stains. “Well, I suppose it’s only fair that I help you if I’m going to have one. Do we have to share with Stanley and Dipper?”

“Nope!” Mabel giggled. “We can eat them all ourselves! Six each!”

Ford laughed alongside her and she gave him a small bowl of white icing to color however he wanted. He carefully added a few drops of green, seeing how Mabel had already made blue and red and was working on yellow, and she began to dance a little again and she jumped into song.

“Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas?

I need to get myself away from this place.

I said ‘Yep what a concept,

I could use a little fuel myself,

And we could all use a little change.’”

Ford chuckled, mixing the icing, and he couldn’t help himself; he made himself jump in.

“Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming,

Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running.

Didn't make sense not to live for fun.

Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb.”

Mabel gasped in shock for a number of reasons. A) She had never heard Grunkle Ford sing before. 2) She didn’t think he would know this song, let alone the words. And D) His voice was actually very pretty. Mabel grinned and they happily sang together until the song changed to a commercial for Cam’s Camshafts and they began to decorate the cupcakes.

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Stan yawned as he stretched his tired limbs. He had been sitting out on the deck of the Stan O’ War II, watching the sun set, and he was now in a sleepy trance. Time to put on some warm, fuzzy pajamas and turn on the little TV in the kitchen.

Stan went into his shared bedroom and stopped when he accidentally walked in on Ford in a towel, his back to the entrance and unaware of the intruder as he dug through his drawer for new clothes. Stan was careful to be quiet and give his jumpy brother some space, planning on leaving him alone, but something caught his eye.

During the Stanswitch, Ford insisted on Stan turning away, uncomfortable with what his twin might see. Despite Stan’s insistence that it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, Ford practically begged him not to look, so Stan went along with it until he had shed his suit, leaving only his dark pants and undershirt, and he turned to switch clothes, but he found Ford bent over, his back littered with dozens of ugly cars, trophies for surviving out in the Multiverse for thirty years. Stan had thought that this was the reason for Ford’s modesty and thick sweaters (and okay, sure, the guy had always been a little chilly), but maybe there was another reason.

Stan grinned. No. Way. He slipped away, deciding he would enjoy making fun of Ford when he would least expect it, and he immediately left for the kitchen silently and quickly texted Dipper and Mabel.

A few weeks past since Stan knew Ford’s secret and he had pocketed it away as his “secret weapon”; of course, Dipper and Mabel knew and Stan wished he could have seen the looks on their faces or heard them laugh, but oh well. The kids swore to keep it between the two of them, but Stan wouldn’t be surprised if all of Gravity Falls kenw at this point. Something to look forward to this summer.

Stan had half-forgotten about Ford’s secret until they were at a small shop in Liverpool, England and something jogged the old conman’s memory. A CD was sitting in a 50% off bucket and Stan could have sworn a beam of light from Heaven was shining on the little box. Stan snatched it and hid it in his jacket for later.

The next day Stan couldn’t wait any longer. They were gently coasting on the Irish Sea, the spring weather being warm and calm and pleasant. Ford was out on the deck, reading a map, and Stan sat their radio down, the disc already in place. “Hey Sixer,” It took everything in Stan to hide his snicker. “Mind if I play some music?”

Ford hardly looked up from the map. “Huh? Oh sure, Stanley. Go ahead.”

With the biggest grin Stan had probably ever made in his life, he pressed play.

SomeBODY once told me the world is gonna roll me,

I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed.

Ford’s polydactyl hands clenched the map so tightly it nearly destroyed the papered material. He lowered it as his face blushed so furiously it matched his maroon sweater perfectly. Sweat was dripping from his forehead profoundly, his eyebrows were nearly hidden in his fluffy hair, they were so high, and his eyes were as wide as dinner plates.

Stan snorted, trying to contain his laughter just a little bit longer. “You like this song, don't you? Oh man, here comes my FAVORITE part!” And to make sure he could embarrass his brother as much as he could, Stan sang along.

“Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play!

Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid!

And all that glitters is gold! (I like gold.)

Only shooting stars break the mold.”

And then Stan couldn’t hold it any longer. He busted into a huge fit of laughter, holding his ribs and wheezing as Ford sheepishly lowered his head into the map and hid in shame. When the song was over and Stan was slowing down in his laughing, Ford snapped and spun around, crumpling the map down and scowling.

“How did you find out?!” He demanded, still incredibly red in the face, even his ears were pink.

“I’m your twin, Genius,” Stan huffed, whipping his eyes dry of tears. “I’m bound to notice a couple of things when stuck on a boat with you. I gotta ask, though, why in Moses’ name…”

“It wasn’t intentional, I can assure you of that.” Ford said to try to preserve his dignity. “I had fought a battle alongside a tribe of octopus-armed warrior piglets since they shared their food and water with me. They were quite friendly, unlike the gang of penguin-finned lizards we encountered. It is customary for their tribe to have a grand party after a battle is won in which they all get tattoos. I had misjudged how… erm, intoxicated their drinks would make me, and when it was my turn to get a tattoo of my choosing, I had a certain song stuck in my head and sung it out loud, so the artist delivered my drunken request."

Stan burst into another fit of laughter, one that oddly sounded friendlier than the last one. Like, Ford was supposed to laugh with him. Ford, despite still being very red and embarrassed, couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, man! That’s gotta be your best story from out in the Multiverse yet!”

Ford saw that as a challenge and sat in one of the chairs to get comfortable. “I can think of at least five better stories.”

Stan quickly sat in the other chair like an excited child for a new movie and Ford dove into telling of some of the more fun-filled adventures he had experienced.

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Summer of 2014 was upon them and the Pines couldn’t be happier. The kids were joyous to be where they felt at home, and even though the old sailors were living the dream, it would be nice to take a three-month break and see their favorite pair of twins.

About two weeks after an emotional reunion, the kids were gently reminded of something they had on their Summer bucket-list.

Much like Stan, they planned their little attack carefully so they may truly enjoy their uncle’s misery. The gift shop was open, but slow. Wendy was behind the counter, Soos was reading a comic book and sitting on a closed barrel, and Dipper and Mabel were grinning like crazy on the porch, the screen door wide open. Mabel popped the CD in the radio and turned up the volume.

SomeBODY once told me the world is gonna roll me,

I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed.

She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb

In the shape of an "L" on her forehead.

Mabel immediately jumped into rap-like singing, dancing around the porch. Dipper chuckled, hands in his pocket and tapping his foot, but Soos laughed, put down the comic, and took Mabel’s hands to dance. They giggled as they tried to sing along, and at the chorus they stopped dancing so they could sing the lyrics as loud as they could.

“Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play!

Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid!

And all that glitters is gold!

Only shooting stars break the mold.”

Wendy was banging her head, red hair flying everywhere. Stan suddenly showed up in his boxers and slippers, grinning, and said over the music, “I was awoken by the sound of mockery through pop music! I want in!” He bumped his hips against Dipper to make him move and he danced obnoxiously, making his nephew laugh and dance a little more enthusiastically.

A little later, at the halfway point of the song, Ford stood at the screen door with a puzzled look. “What’s going on…?”

“Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play!

Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid!

And all that glitters is gold! (I like gold.)

Only shooting stars…”

Ford looked like he had a sunburn on his entire face. He swallowed, making his Adam’s Apple bobble, and his jaw was tight. Stan laughed at his face and hollered, “THERE’S the man of the hour!”

“Come on, Stan Two, you love this song, right?” Wendy teased.

“Oh no…”

“C’mon, Dr. Pines, wanna dance?” Soos asked, still dancing with Mabel.

“Oh, here comes my favorite part…” Mabel chimed in.

“Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play!

Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid!

And all that glitters is gold!

Only shooting stars break the mold.”

Ford slammed the door shut. The five were as still as statues, wincing a little. “Did we take it too far?” Dipper asked.

“Ah, let the big baby be mad for a minute if he wants to.” Stan said, ruffing up his hat. “I’ll go talk to him in a minute…”

But then the door was kicked open by Ford’s boot and his friends and family were startled to find him heavily armed with water guns. “ONLY SHOOTING STARS BREAK THE MOLD!” He sang, and then shot everyone with water.

Everyone broke into hefty laughter and ran for it. The old scientist was hot on their tails, but Mabel managed to slip away to the closet filled with emergency water-guns and balloons. She hurried back to the battle and tossed everyone some weapons, and soon it was a confused mess of soaked clothes, loud laughter, and exploding balloons.

At one point during the fun fight, he paused to take off his glasses and wipe the water from them. Mabel accidentally bumped into his leg and smiled sheepishly at him, expecting to be sprayed without mercy, but Ford hoisted her up in his shoulders and they worked together. Up three feet higher than she was used to being, Mabel could see things she normally couldn’t. Like a certain tattoo barely poking out of the turtleneck, only visible because Mabel’s weight was pulling the sweater down enough.

She smiled at it, finding it very pretty, and in the midst of the chaos, considered the idea of one day getting one herself.

#GF #gravity falls #ford pines #stan pines #Mabel and Ford bonding #mabel pines #dipper pines #wendy corduroy #soos ramirez #fanfiction #all star #smash mouth #tattoos #legit i laughed for 3 days straight when I found out #now i cant listen to the song without thinking about it #a huge thanks to skaleigh for inpsiring me and making me laugh #love you!#hope you're doing okay

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krat395 · 4 years ago

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Tickle Me Azzy

Happy New Year, everyone! :D And to kick off 2021, here is a belated Christmas-themed request I did for Rubygirl692 on DeviantArt. She wanted a tickle story involving Frisk and Asriel and I felt that a Christmas setting taking place 7 months after the events of “Tickles of Justice” and 14 months after the events of Undertale would be perfect for those two and fun fact, this is the first holiday-themed story I’ve ever written. So, with in mind, feel free to let me know what you think in the comments… or in notes. ;)

Undertale© Toby Fox.

TICKLE ME AZZY

It is December 22; 3 days before Christmas; and Frisk and Asriel are currently alone in their mother's house. Currently, it is 6 pm and at this time, Frisk and Asriel are wrapping Christmas presents together in Toriel's living room; a few feet away from their large beautifully decorated Christmas tree; their last presents to Toriel, Asgore, Chara, and friends to be exact. With Toriel at a school staff party, and Asgore and Chara working at the mall as a mall Santa and elf respectively, it seemed like the perfect time to do so. Frisk and Asriel love Christmas very much and in a few days, they will be celebrating their second Christmas together on the Surface after the destruction of the Barrier 14 months ago. It's such a special time of year for both of them and one of their ways of getting into the holiday spirit is swapping out their usual striped shirts with red and green striped shirts to wear along with their usual color pants (Asriel's are black and Frisk's are blue); same stripe patterns as their usual striped shirts, just different colors (the green stripes on Asriel's Christmas shirt are a darker shade of green and the other stripes are red rather than yellow; and Frisk's shirt is red with two green stripes instead of blue with two pink stripes). Chara does this as well. Every Christmas, she wears a green shirt with her usual brown pants that's the same shade of green as her usual green shirt but with a red stripe rather than a yellow stripe. But one thing has changed this year however. Frisk and Chara, instead of wearing Christmas socks a lot of the time, have chosen to bare their feet every time they are indoors and in non-public settings. The reason being is because they painted their toenails red and green this year and just can't resist showing them off every chance they get. And nobody can really blame them either! Especially since their nail polish colors alternate between red and green; Frisk with green nail polish on her, right pinky finger, right middle finger, right thumb, left index finger, left ring finger, left pinky toe, left middle toe, left big toe, right index toe, and right ring toe and red nail polish on her right ring finger, right index finger, left thumb, left middle finger, left pinky finger, left ring toe, left index toe, right big toe, right middle toe, and right pinky toe; and Chara with red nail polish on her right pinky finger, right middle finger, right thumb, left index finger, left ring finger, left pinky toe, left middle toe, left big toe, right index toe, and right ring toe and green nail polish on her right ring finger, right index finger, left thumb, left middle finger, left pinky finger, left ring toe, left index toe, right big toe, right middle toe, and right pinky toe. Christmas fingers and toes! :D Perfect for one cute little girl that recently turned 13 (Chara on November 30) and another cute little girl that will be turning 13 the following month (Frisk on January 7)! X3

Asriel: Hehe. Wow, Frisk! You’re good at that. …You make it look so easy! *said Asriel to Frisk while sitting on the floor in a cross-legged position next to the Christmas tree, complimenting her superb wrapping job on every present she’s wrapped so far* What’s your secret?

Frisk: Hee hee. Well, for starters, I don’t have fur that keeps getting stuck to the tape. *joked Frisk, who’s currently on her knees; barefoot in jeans and wiggling her toes cutely against the floor* Heeheeheeheehee!

Asriel: Ha, ha; very funny. *said Asriel sarcastically in response* But yeah, you’re right.

Frisk: Heeheehee! Would you like some help? *asked Frisk, moving closer towards Asriel*

Asriel: Hehe; sure. I’ll cut and fold the paper, you tape. Sound good?

Frisk: Heeheehee! You got it, fluffy boy.

Sometime later… after all of the presents were wrapped…

Frisk: Annnnnnnnd done! Great job, Azzy!

Azzy: Hehe. All thanks to you.

Frisk: Heeheehee. Awwww! X3

Azzy: Can't wait to see everyone's reactions when they open their presents in a few days! I bet they're all going to love their presents very much!

Frisk: Hehe; they better! Mom worked hard knitting those hats, mittens, scarves, and tail warmers for everyone!

The tail warmers are for Alphys, MK, Rocco, Lydia, GK, and Rex. The lizards! X3

Asriel: Hehe, yeah. ...Oh! Remember that time Mom, Dad, Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, and Alphys all played hockey together?

Frisk: Hehe. Of course I remember! That was the talk of the town for quite some time last winter! And a lot of that had to do with some weirdo writing an article all about it on the Internet! Though funny, it was kind of inaccurate to how it all really played out to be honest.

Asriel: Pfft! Kind of inaccurate?! (More like super inaccurate! Lol.) Well that’s certainly putting it lightly, my dear sister. Hahaha!

Frisk: Heeheehee, yeah. But, hey, that's what writers do. They like putting their own little spin on things. Especially during that part where they talked about how Mom and Sans didn’t know what the heck they were doing and made them sound like they were flirting with each other! (They read how to play hockey beforehand for gosh sake! Why would they agree to play a game that they don’t know how to play?! XD) Oh! And that other part where they talked about Sans doing some cringy victory dance! (Oh my god, Sans was NOT happy when he read that part!) Heeheeheehee. Silly guy… or silly woman! Everyone knows that Sans doesn't dance. ...Well, at least not while others are watching. Heeheeheehee.

Asriel: Heeheeheeheehee. I know, right? Heeheeheeheehee.

Frisk: ...Wait, why did you bring up the hockey game just now! That was very… random of you, Azzy!

Asriel: Hehe. Just thinking about how fun it might've been if we had participated in that game. Ooh, but I don't like wearing ice skates though. You know, seeing as how I… never wear shoes. *said Asriel while wiggling his six toes cutely*

Frisk: You could always skate barefoot like Mom, Dad, and Alphys did. Your feet can handle the ice.

Asriel: Haha! Very true! But who needs to ice skate when you can go sledding instead?

Frisk: Oooooooh, yeah! Do you think that Santa will get you that sled you've been wanting, Azzy?

Asriel: Hehe. Well, after getting me that red bike I wanted last year, I'd say that there’ll be a sled next to that tree in a few days.

Another thing Frisk and Asriel (and Chara as well) do to get into the holiday spirit is talk about Santa like he’s a real person. They know that Santa isn’t real but pretending that he is real and the one responsible for giving them their presents every year just brings them so much joy and happiness; and last year, they went the extra mile by setting out milk and cookies on the night of Christmas Eve before going to bed and they certainly plan on doing so again this year too; for Asgore when he shows up dressed as Santa Claus to put their presents beside and/or under their Christmas tree; or inadvertently, the Annoying Dog if he happens to be skulking around Toriel’s house when he’s not supposed to be. XD

Frisk: Haha! I’ll have to take your word for it. …And, um, while we’re on the topic of Christmas presents, I got you a little something, Azzy. *said Frisk a bit shyly*

Asriel: *excited gasp* You did? What?

Frisk: Heeheehee. Close your eyes.

Asriel: Oh. Uh, ok then. Hehe. *said Asriel in response, giggling while doing what Frisk asked him to do*

Frisk: Heeheehee. Perfect! Now, keep those eyes closed until I give you permission to open them, ok, mister? *said Frisk politely*

Asriel: Heeheehee. You got it, Frisk.

Frisk Heeheehee. Ok, just checking.

About one minute later…

Frisk: Heeheehee. Ok, you can open them now.

As Asriel opened his eyes, Frisk handed him a mirror and when he looked at himself in the mirror, he was overly excited to see that Frisk had tied a red ribbon around his neck; a beautiful red ribbon, one that wasn’t too loose or too tight; just the right size. X3

Asriel: *excited gasp* OH MY GOSH, I LOVE IT! *exclaimed Asriel excitedly; hugging and nuzzling Frisk with glee and blushing noticeably red* Oh my gosh, I love it so much! Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! Heeheeheeheehee~!

Frisk: Pffffffff… Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! *giggled Frisk preciously in response, giggling due to Asriel’s fur tickling her as he nuzzled her and rubbed his face against her own as if he were a cat* Azzeeheeheeheey!!! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! Azzy, cohohoohohome on!!! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahhaahahahahahahaha!!! You knohohohohohohow how much that tihihhihihihickles me!!! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheheeeheehee!!! *snort* Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee~!!!

Asriel: Heeheeheeheehee! Of course I do! That’s why I do it, silly! *Asriel then said cutely to Frisk as he stopped nuzzling her* Heeheeheeheehee!

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! I don’t blame you; and I’m very happy to hear you love your early Christmas present from me too! X3 It looks so good on you, Azzy!

Asriel: Heeheeheehee! I agree! X3

Frisk: Heeheeheehee! And, uh, speaking of early Christmas presents… Heeheehee! Presents, presents, presents, presents; presents, presents, presents, presents! *sang Frisk, scurrying towards the Christmas tree and lying down on the floor next to it to eyeball her Christmas presents that she’s super excited to open in a few days… or in a few seconds XD*

Frisk knows enough not to open her presents until Christmas Day. She’s just messing with Asriel, that’s all; like she has been for the past week or so.

Asriel: Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! *bleated Asriel nervously in response* No, Frisk! Get away from those! We’ve told you multiple times! You have to wait until Christmas!

With Frisk lying down on the floor next to the Christmas tree to look at her presents tucked underneath of it, she has left her bare feet completely vulnerable. So, with that observation in mind, maybe there’s something Asriel can do to those bare feet of Frisk’s that will convince her to wait until Christmas to open her presents; or, punish her for opening her presents too early. ;)

Frisk: Aw, come on! Just a peek! Please; pretty please; pretty please with a cherry on top? *asked Frisk, wiggling her toes in an unintentionally teasing manner while sliding underneath the tree a bit further to get a better view of her presents*

Asriel: Frisk, you get away from those presents or else…

Frisk: Heeheeheeheehee; or else what, Mr. Fluffy Puffykins? *asked Frisk cheekily, wiggling her toes in an unintentionally teasing manner once again* Heeheeheeheehee! Huh? Hey, wait! Wait a minute!

All of sudden, Asriel positioned himself on top of Frisk's legs; trapping them underneath his own legs with his back facing towards her own back; and then shortly afterwards, he tickled her bare feet, scribbling his furry fingers wildly up and down her soles.

Asriel: Coochie coochie coo! Coochie coochie coo! *Asriel teased* Heeheeheeheehee!

Frisk: EEEEEEEEHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! *Frisk squealed and laughed hysterically in response, letting her ticklishness get the best of her* AZZY, NUUUUUUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHU!!!!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* NOT MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!!!!!! *she pleaded through her laughter, flailing on the floor like a fish out of water* HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!! GYAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!

Asriel: Hee hee hee. Not your feet? Hee hee hee. Then how about your toooooooooes? *asked Asriel cheekily, grinning like a mischievous young man as he began playing with Frisk's toes. Heeheeheeheehee! Kitchie kitchie kitchie koo, look who's tickling you! *he teased, sticking his fingers in between her toes to brush his fur against those overly sensitive toe stems of hers*

Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!! *Frisk squealed hilariously in response, wiggling each of her toes wildly with every passing second as Asriel tickled in between and around each one of them, letting his fluffy and tickly fur do all of the work* HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHHAHHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHO, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NOT THERE!!!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEEHHEHERE!!!!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEEHEEEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEE~!!!!!!

Asriel: Hahahahahahahaha!

After about a minute or so, Asriel sang a little song, a verse from "Holly Jolly Christmas" but with different words; and it caught Frisk by surprise so much that she lost all focus to her surroundings. She found Asriel's song incredibly hilarious; but also incredibly cute; and she wound up laughing so hard and so much to the point that her laughter grew silent at least 4 times during the next 2 minutes or so.

Asriel: Oh, ho, Frisk's Dreemurr's toes; cute just like her feet. Somebody tickle her. Make her laugh with glee. *sang Asriel cutely as he continued tickling Frisk's feet*

Frisk: BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! AZZY, OH MY GOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOD!!!!!!! *shouted Frisk through her even more hysterical laughter, lying down on the floor and making no attempts to tickle Asriel back due to how hard she's laughing at both tickles to her bare feet and Asriel's song* [HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!] *she laughed silently for a few seconds, overtaken by her laughter so much that all she could think about was laughing* EEEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEEHEHEEHEE!!!!!!! OHOHOHOHOH MY GOHOHOHOHOHOD, AZZY, HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA, YOU FLUFFY GOHOHOHHOAT BOHOHOHOHOY, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHA, YOU CRACK MEEHEEHEEHEE UP SOHOHOHOHOHOHO MUCH!!!!!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* [HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!] *SNORT* GYAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!

Asriel: Hahahahahaha! Oh my gosh, that silent laughter! That’s when I know I’m getting you good, Frisk! Really good! Hahahahahaha! Kitchie kitchie kitchie kitchie koo! *teased Asriel once more, picking up the pace a bit with his furry fingers* I’m still tickling you! Hahahahahaha!

Frisk: GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA~!!!!!!!

Frisk laughed at both tickles to her feet and Asriel’s song for a good two minutes; and just when Frisk thought that she was finally finished laughing at Asriel’s song, Asriel sang another song; this time, a verse from “The Christmas Song” (aka “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire”) but with different lyrics; and made her laugh incredibly hard once again.

Asriel: Snail pie roasting on a magic fire. Goat Bro tickling your soles. Hahahahahahaha!!

Frisk: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF… HAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! AZZY, STOHOHHOHOHOHOHOP SINGING AND TIHIHIHIHICKLING MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!!!!!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!! YOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHHOHOHOU’RE KILLING ME HEHEHEHEHEHERE, BUDDY!!!!!!!! *Frisk claimed falsely through her hysterical laughter, blushing heavily as the tickles to her bare feet continued* [HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!!] *she laughed silently again; for all she could do at this point was laugh* EEEEEEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEEEHEEHEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* GYAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!

Asriel: Hahahahahaha! Uh-huh, suuuuuurrrre I am! *said Asriel cheekily in response as he continued scribbling his fingers rapidly against Frisk's soles in addition to swirling and twirling his fingers in between her toes against the stems of each of them, letting his fur and scritchy nails/claws do all of the work once again* Hahahahahaha~!

Frisk: HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! YOOHOOHOOHOOU AHAHHAHAHARE!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!! HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! YOU'RE GIVING ME TOOHOOHOOHOO MANY THING TO LAHAHAHAHAHAHAUGH ABOUT!!!!!!!! *SNORT* [HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!] *SNORT* *SNORT* BWARGHAHAHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHA~!!!!!!!!

Asriel: Hahahahahaha! I most certainly am! *Asriel then exclaimed both cheekily and joyfully, seconds before blowing 4 long raspberries on the balls and heels of Frisk's bare feet; one on her right heel, one on the ball or her right foot, one on her left heel, and one on the ball of her left foot* Haha! Pbfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!!

Frisk: GYAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! AZZEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!! *SNORT* [HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!!] *SNORT* *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHA!!!!!!!! CUHUHUHUHUHURSE YOU, FLUFFY BOHOHHOHOHOHOY!!!!!!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!

Asriel is having so much fun tickling Frisk's bare feet; and Frisk had it coming too! Not just for supposedly trying to open her Christmas presents early but also for not wearing shoes and socks in her friends' and relatives' home this month! If being around fluffy boss monsters for more than a year has taught Frisk one thing, it's that being barefoot makes her feet much more inviting targets for tickle torture. ;) But Frisk was willing to take that chance this month though and multiple times, she paid the penalty! She and Chara both did! XD But she's not complaining about it though. She loves being tickled on her bare feet. Especially by her loved ones! But sometimes however, it can be a bit much; and Asriel is aware of that too, which is why he is planning on pulling her out from under the tree after at least three more minutes of tickle torture. So, until those three minutes are up, the only thing Frisk will be doing is laughing. Due to being stuck under the Christmas tree with Asriel sitting on top of her legs, it's all she can do! XD

3 minutes later…

Asriel: Hahahahahahaha! Ok, Frisk, I’ll pull you out now. *said Asriel, stopping his ticklish assault on Frisk’s bare feet* You ok?

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!!!! Yehehehehehes!!!!! *answered Frisk, laughing and giggling due to phantom tickles as Asriel pulled her out from under the Christmas tree* Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!!!! Oh my gosh, thahahahahahat was so fuhuhuhuhun!!!!! *she added, rolling onto her back while wiggling and splaying her 10 little toes to shake the tickly sensations in all of them plus her soles* Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! *snort* Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee~!!!!!

Asriel: Heeheeheehee! Good! Because now it’s time for me to give you an early Christmas present!

Frisk: Heeheeheeheehee!!!!! Whahahahahahahahat?!?! A prehehehehehesent?!?! Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! Fohohohohor meeheeheeheehee?!?! *asked Frisk both excitedly and confusedly while giggling and moving into a sitting position on the floor, curious as to what Asriel is planning to give her as a present* Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehee… Heeheeheehee… Heeheehee… Heehee... Hee……… What? What is it? What did you get me, hmm?

Asriel: Something veeeeerrrrrry special. *answered Asriel, blushing red and giggling preciously while picturing how Frisk might react to his present* It’s in the basement; but d-d-don’t come down until I c-call you, all right?

Frisk: Oh, um, o-ok then. *said Frisk awkwardly* But why do I have to wait? Is it not wrapped yet or something? *she then asked, confused as to why she wasn’t allowed to immediately follow Asriel downstairs and into the basement of Toriel’s house*

Asriel: *sigh* Just trust me, ok? I shouldn’t be too long.

And with that, Asriel went downstairs to supposedly do what he said he was going to do; and while waiting, Frisk just sat on the floor and admired her red and green toenail polish as she wiggled her toes lightly against the floor. Frisk doesn’t know what Asriel is intending to give her as an early Christmas present but whatever it is, she knows that she will love it no matter what. It’s the thought that counts after all but Asriel usually tends to give his friends and relatives some very thoughtful and creative presents anyway. And this year is certainly no exception! ;)

5 minutes later…

*Frisk’s cell phone rings*

Frisk: Hello?

Asriel: Ok, Frisk; you can come down now.

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheehee! Awesome!

After a short waiting period, Frisk went down to the basement to see what Asriel got her as an early Christmas present. Last summer, the main room in the basement became a new hangout area for the kids; one with a big television, a couple of bean bag chairs, a chair with armrests, a futon, and space for additional activities such as arts and crafts and playing with toys (they’ll probably have a pool table and/or foosball table or something in that space when they’re older); and as of right now, that’s where Asriel most likely is! :D

Frisk: Azzy? Oh, Azzy; where are you, buddy?

Once Frisk arrived in the basement, she was surprised to see that Asriel wasn’t anywhere in plain sight! “Where did he go?” she wondered to herself as she searched the basement for her fluffy brother. But then she stumbled upon this large box; a box that at one point contained all of the wrapping paper Toriel bought to wrap presents this year.

Frisk: Huh? The wrapping paper box? What the heck is it doing over here? *asked Frisk confusedly as she lightly tapped the box with her left bare foot, only to get startled once SOMETHING INSIDE THE BOX STARTED MOVING AROUND* Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!! Huh? What’s this?

Frisk then noticed a tag on the box that said "To: Frisk" on one line and "From: Asriel" directly below it. It was the front of a tag and after reading it; she opened it up and read a message written by Asriel inside:

Frisk: "Frisk, my early present to you this year is a stuffed animal version of myself. Hope you like it! Hee hee hee. X3" ...Wait! What?!?! Ok, now this I have to see!

Frisk could barely contain her excitement after reading Asriel's message. "A stuffed animal version of Asriel; does there exist such a thing?" she wondered as she swiftly took the lid off of the wrapping paper box; an easy-to-open box designed to look like a carefully wrapped Christmas present; to see what was inside.

Frisk: *excited gasp* OH… MY… GOD!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! AZZY!!! AZZY, THAT'S SOOOO CUUUUUUUUTE!!! YOUR GIFT TO ME IS YOURSELF!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! OH MY GOD, I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Despite what Asriel's message said, there was no actual stuffed animal in the box. But what Frisk found in its place was even better! Inside the box was ASRIEL HIMSELF PRETENDING TO BE A LARGE STUFFED ANIMAL! :D And to add to the cuteness, he put a big red Christmas present bow on top of his head prior to positioning himself in the box. He already has a cute red ribbon around his neck so he figured a bow would be a nice touch as well. X3

Asriel: (Awwwww! You're very welcome, Frisk. I had a feeling you would like my present. X3)

As much as Asriel wants to talk to Frisk right now, he feels that he shouldn't. He is pretending to be a stuffed animal after all; one that supposedly can't talk; and if he wants Frisk to get the most out of her early Christmas present, then he feels that he should commit to the act as much as possible. And so far, he's doing very well; continuing to smile the same way he did the moment Frisk took the lid off of the box; but he did struggle a little during Frisk's excited reaction though. So, as long as Frisk doesn't do anything to make him break character, then he should be ok.

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheehee! Wow, Azzy! I can't believe you did this! Very unique idea! But I'm curious though. What made you want to do something like this?

Asriel: ………

Frisk: Uh, A-Azzy? Hello? Azzy? *asked Frisk, waving her left hand in front of Asriel's face to try and get his attention* Azzy?

Asriel: ………

Frisk: Ohhhhhhhh! I see what's going on here. Heeheeheeheehee. Sure, Azzy; I'll play along. Heeheeheeheehee.

After realizing what was going on, Frisk then tried to lift Asriel out of the box. Under normal circumstances, Asriel would've got out of the box himself; but because he is fully committed to acting like a stuffed animal, he didn't move a single inch, forcing Frisk to move him around herself while he was deadweight.

Frisk: Oooof! Azzy, you're heavier than you look! *said Frisk as she somewhat struggled to lift Asriel up and out of the wrapping paper box*

After a small struggle, Frisk managed to get Asriel out of the box; by tipping it on its side in a way that she was able to force Asriel to roll out of it. Then once Asriel was out of the box, Frisk removed the red bow from Asriel’s head and cuddled with him for about 15 minutes; pretending he was a large stuffed animal all the while; just as Asriel wanted her to do as he lied on the floor next to her completely motionless except for occasional blinking. It was difficult for Asriel to stay still all the while Frisk cuddled with him; due to how much he wanted to hug Frisk back and nuzzle her; but the young boss monster wanted to do everything he could to stay committed to his stuffed animal act and he found a way. But after those 15 minutes were over however, Frisk, being the (playfully) mischievous girl she is, wanted to see if she could make Asriel break character. In other words, find out if she could somehow make her "stuffed animal" "come to life." She's already got him blushing noticeably red after all of that cuddling but blushing isn't enough for her. She wants him to make some noise and there's one guaranteed way to get some noises out of him too. But first, she’d like to do some teasing; to see if she can make him break character before the main course of action. ;)

15 minutes later…

Frisk: Mmmmmmm... Oh, I love my new stuffed animal so much! And for a stuffed animal, he’s very warm too! So warm that I think I’ll warm up my feet on his fluffy belly. *said Frisk cheekily, wiggling her toes while moving into a sitting position next to Asriel* Heeheeheeheehee~!

With that said; Frisk lifted up Asriel’s shirt and rubbed her somewhat cold bare feet on Asriel’s belly; thinking that doing so would make him “come to life.” But instead, she wound up giggling preciously; due to Asriel’s fur brushing against her bare feet as she rubbed them all over his belly. XD

Frisk: Pfffffffffffffffffffff… Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! Ohohohohohohohohoh my gohohohohohohohosh!!! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! Ugh, I always fohohohohohorget hohohohohow much thahahahahat tihihihihihihihihickles me!!! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee~!!!

Asriel: ……… (Pfffff… Heeheeheeheehee!!! Oh no, not her giggling!!! Heeheeheeheeheehee!!!) *thought Asriel worriedly to himself the moment he heard Frisk giggle*

It was hard to resist giggling along with Frisk but somehow, Asriel managed to stay in character. But after about two minutes however, Frisk tried something different with her feet. Rather than rubbing them on Asriel’s belly, she instead held them directly in front of Asriel’s face; as close as she could without touching Asriel’s head; and wiggled her toes to tease the young boss monster himself, believing that doing so will make him want to grab her feet and tickle the ever-loving daylights out of them.

Frisk: Hahaha! Hey, Azzy! Tickle my feet again, please! Come on! You know you want to! *teased Frisk as she wiggled her toes in Asriel’s face, causing the young goat boy’s face to fluster with tomato-red blush* Enough pretending to be stuffed animal already!

He does! He so does! His tomato-red face says it all! But he can’t! For the sake of this early Christmas present to Frisk, Asriel wants to do everything he can to stay in character! And to stay in character, he needs to sacrifice the things he desires most. It was a massive struggle for Asriel but with both patience and perseverance, he managed to prevent himself from “coming to life” all the while Frisk teased him with her bare feet.

3 minutes later…

Frisk: Ugh! All right, Azzy; time to bring out the big guns! *said Frisk in a surprisingly intimidating tone, scaring Asriel a little in the process* Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? *Frisk then asked in playful pet talk a few seconds later, lifting up Asriel's red and green striped shirt to pet him on his fluffy belly* Heeheeheeheehee~!

Oh no! Belly rubs! Asriel's weakness! Well, that and one other thing; hehe XD. It's surefire way to get him kicking his right leg repeatedly as if he were a dog! XD But not this time though! It was extremely difficult for Asriel but all the while Frisk pet him, he kept up his act as a stuffed animal! What a little trooper! X3

3 minutes later…

Frisk: Ugh! Ok, now you’re asking for it, Azzy! *shouted Frisk, raising both of her hands up while making claw gestures with them* If this doesn’t make you “come to life,” I don’t know what will!

Asriel: (Uh oh!) *Asriel shuddered in his thoughts*

A few seconds later, Frisk began wiggling her ten fingers wildly all over every inch of Asriel’s exposed fluffy belly, causing Asriel to immediately burst into a fit of bubbly laughter that was too pure for this world.

Frisk: Kitchie kitchie kitchie kitchie kitchie koo!!! *teased Frisk with a giggle, relishing in the sweet sound that was her brother’s laughter for the next minute or so* Heeheeheeheeheeheehee~!!!

Asriel: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! FRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHISK, NOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!!!!! *pleaded Asriel through his precious laughter, wiggling and squiggling on the floor as ticklish sensations overflowed his ultra-sensitive stomach* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOT THE TIHIHHIHIHICKLES!!!!!!!! *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA HEEHEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HOHOHOHOHHHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!! Azzy, that wasn’t even a second!! Heeheeheeheeheehee!! *gasp* Wait a second! *Frisk realized something all of a sudden* Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! My very own “TICKLE ME AZZY!!” Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Similar to that ticklish red monster toy but better!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Tickle, tickle, tickle, Azzy!! Come on!! Laugh!! *demanded Frisk, mere seconds before poking Asriel’s tummy just one time*

Asriel: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHA!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! THAT TICKLES!!

Frisk: Huh? …Coochie coochie coo! *she teased once more, this time gliding her index fingers slowly along his sides*

Asriel: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHA!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH BOY!!

Frisk: *gasp* Oh my god! No way! But just to be sure…

Noticing that Asriel was saying the same exact quotes as the ticklish red monster toy Frisk mentioned earlier; 2 of the 3 quotes to be exact; Frisk then scribbled her fingers wildly all over his torso once again to find out if he would say the third quote. And he did! Through all of his adorably precious laughter! X3

Asriel: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHA!!!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHA!!!!!! *SNORT* AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! *SNORT* OH BOY, THAT TICKLES!!

Frisk: *delighted gasp* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! AZZY!! OH MY GOD!! AZZY!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! Just like that red monster!! *Frisk fangirled, seconds before blowing several raspberries over Asriel’s bellybutton; to hear those adorable screechy bleats of his that sound like that of an actual baby goat* Pbffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff…

Asriel: Wait! Frisk, no… BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEE!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! *SNORT* HOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!

Asriel was laughing so hard he couldn’t form a single sentence. Though not as tickly as Undyne’s raspberries, Frisk’s raspberries are enough to send Asriel over the edge with insanely hysterical laughter! And Frisk knows it too! Asriel was laughing, squealing, screaming, snorting, and everything in between for the next while; 2 minutes to be exact; and once those 2 minutes were over, Frisk gave him a much-needed breather; but only so she could hug him and then leave momentarily to grab a few things.

2 minutes later…

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheehee!! Oh my god, Azzy!! Best early Christmas present ever!! *shouted Frisk happily while giving Asriel a quick hug* Heeheeheeheeheehee!!

Asriel: Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!! Glahahahahahahahad you like it, Frihihihhihisk!!! *said Asriel, hugging Frisk back while laughing and giggling due to lingering ticklish sensations on his fluffy belly* Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahaha~!!!

Frisk: Heeheeheeheehee!! So cute!! *Frisk said in response to Asriel’s laughing and giggling as she started making her way out of the basement*

Asriel: Hahahahahahahahahahahaahhahahahahahaaha!!! Hehehehehey!!! Hahahahahahaha!!! Frisk, hahahahahahaha, where are you going?!!! *asked Asriel confusedly while continuing to laugh and giggle due to phantom tickles* Hahahahaahahahahahahahahahahaha~!!!

Before Asriel could get an answer out of Frisk; Frisk left the room, leaving the young boss monster himself in a state of utter confusion. At first, he wondered if he should follow Frisk; to see what she was up to; but then he realized that maybe what she’s planning on doing when she returns requires him to continue his act as a stuffed animal. So, because of that factor, Asriel felt that he should stay put; to see what Frisk may or may not have in store for him next.

Asriel: (Heeheeheeheeheehee!! Oh boy! I wonder what Frisk is gonna do next!!) *Asriel thought giddily to himself, wiggling his six toes cutely as he lied on the floor minding his own business*

5 minutes later, Frisk returned with 2 bags. From Asriel’s position, it was hard to make out was in the bags but something tells Asriel that he’ll find out what’s in them soon enough.

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheehee!! Ok, Azzy; time to take you over to the chair. *said Frisk, seconds before proceeding to drag a motionless Asriel along the basement floor*

A few moments later, Frisk dragged Asriel along the floor over to a chair; the chair with armrests to be exact; and once she got over there, she wondered how she was going to get Asriel in the chair while he was deadweight.

Asriel: Hey, Frisk. I’ll get in the chair for you; on one condition. *said Asriel cheekily, purposely breaking character*

Frisk: Oh? And what might that be? *asked Frisk confusedly in response*

Asriel: Kneel down on the floor next to me.

Frisk: Heh. Well ok then.

Frisk did as Asriel asked her to do. She kneeled on the floor right next to her adorable brother. And once she did, Asriel pinned her down on her back, lifted up her shirt and tickled her mercilessly for about three minutes; scribbling his furry fingers up and down along her sides as well as nuzzling her belly.

Asriel: TICKLE ATTACK!!!

Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!! AZZYHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!!!!! OHOHHOHOHHOHOHHOHOHOH, YOU ARE SOHOHOHOHOHO DEHEHEHEHEHHEEAD!!!!!!!! *said Frisk through her hysterical princess-like laughter without any actual spite as her stomach quivered due to immensely tickly fur brushing against her torso at an alarmingly fast rate* HAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!

Asriel: Heeheeheeheeheehee!! Don’t worry, Frisk! After I’m done here, we can do whatever you want! *assured Asriel sincerely; but it was hard for Frisk to tell* Sound good?

Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!!! I’LL TAHAHAHAHAHAHHAKE YOUR WHOHOHOHHOHORD FOHOHOHOHOR IT!!!!!!!! *SNORT* HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE~!!!!!!!!

Asriel: Hahahahaha! Good! Pbffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!!

And just when Frisk thought that the tickle torture couldn’t get any more intense, Asriel started blowing raspberries on her stomach and over her bellybutton. But not just that though! In addition to blowing raspberries, he also rubbed his face against her belly as if he were a cat. All while continuing his ticklish assault on her sides with his furry fingers.

Frisk: BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! OHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH MY GOHOHOHOHOHOHOSH, NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT RASPBEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERRIES!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* BWARGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

3 minutes later, Asriel stopped tickling Frisk; just as he promised he would. Then, a few seconds later, Asriel, knowing that Frisk wanted him to sit in the chair with armrests proceeded to sit in that said chair and let Frisk whatever she’s intending to do either with him or to him for the next while. And to the young prince’s surprise, Frisk took a set of 300 multi-color mini Christmas lights, plugged them into a nearby outlet, and wrapped around them loosely around his torso, arms, legs, and the chair itself. Then after she did that, she took a second set of multi-color Christmas lights; one with 100 mini lights; plugged them into the set of 300 lights, and wrapped them around his ankles and a nearby footrest that he had placed his feet on not too long ago; not too firmly around his ankles but firmly enough that Asriel was unable to escape his predicament. Then once that was taken care of, Frisk pulled out a red ribbon and tied it around Asriel’s two innermost toes, binding them together in a way that made it impossible for him to pull his feet apart.

Asriel: Pfffffffffffffffffffffff… Hahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahaha!! *Asriel snickered, giggled, and laughed all the while Frisk tied a ribbon around two of his toes* Ohohohohohohoh!! Hahahahahahahahahaha!! So, you wahahahahahahahahanna tickle my feeheeheeheeheeheeheet, huh? Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheheeheeheehee!! Yeah, heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee, probably shohhohoohhohould hahahahahave seen that coming after whahahahahahaahat I did to yohohohour feeheeheeheeheet earlier!! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha~!!

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!! Yes, you should’ve!! *Frisk agreed, right as she finished tying Asriel’s innermost toes together* And hey, look! You have two ribbons now! One around your neck! And one around your toes! *she then pointed out to Asriel, gliding 8 of her 10 fingers lightly down both of Asriel’s snow white soles from the bases of his toes to his heels for a little less than 10 seconds*

Asriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF… BWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! FRIHIHIIHIHIHIHIHISK, BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I WAHAHAHAHAHHAASN’T REHEHEHEHEHHEEADY!!!!! GAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!

Frisk: Heeheeheeheehee!! Consider that a little warm-up, Mr. Fluffy Puffykins!! Because for the next half-hour or so, your feet are all mine! Mwahahahahahahaha!!

They most certainly were! For 25 minutes, Frisk tickled Asriel’s feet like there was no tomorrow; and she did so with a variety of Christmas-themed tickle utensils in addition to her own ten fingers.

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!! Coochie coochie coo!! Coochie coochie coo!! *teased Frisk “evilly” as she began tickling Asriel’s feet* Heeheeheeheeheehee!!

Asriel: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! FRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHISK, GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, GAH, THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAT TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHOHO MUCH!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

To start it all out, Frisk tickled Asriel’s feet with her fingers for 3 minutes, scribbling them wildly all over every inch of her brother’s snow white soles as well as wiggling and twisting them in between his six toes…

Frisk: Hahahahahaha!! Azzy, the fluffy goat boy; has such super ticklish feet! And if you tickle them just right, you can really make him bleat! *sang Frisk as she continued tickling Asriel’s feet, replacing the words of “Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer” and causing Asriel to laugh even harder in response* Hahahahahaha!!

Asriel: BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! OHOHHOHOHOHOHOH GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOSH, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA, DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T SING TOOHOOHOOHOOHOO!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* THAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT MAHAHAHAHAHAHAKES IT WOHOHOHHOHORSE!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

Then she used a red feather for two minutes; gliding it along every inch of his right sole as well as sawing it in between his toes on that same foot…

Asriel: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!

Then she used a green feather for two minutes; gliding it along every inch of his left sole as well as sawing it in between his toes on that same foot…

Asriel: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!! SOHOHOHOHOHHO TICKLY!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!

Then she used two multicolored feathers for two minutes; gliding both of them along every inch of Asriel’s soles as well as in between his toes (one for each foot)…

Asriel: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! OHOHOHOH GOHOHOHHOD, HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA, NOHOHOHOHOT TWO FEHEHEHEATHERS!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! HAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!

Then she used a red toothbrush with green bristles for two minutes; brushing every inch of his right sole and three right foot toes…

Asriel: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!

Then she used a green toothbrush with red bristles for two minutes; brushing every inch of his left sole and three left foot toes…

Asriel: BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!

Then she used both toothbrushes for two minutes; brushing every inch of both of Asriel’s snow white soles (she didn’t tickle his toes or in between them because she didn’t have any free hands to hold his feet still)…

Asriel: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! OHOHHOOHOOHHOH GOHOHOHOHHOHOHOD!!!!!!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! OHOHOHOHOHOH JEEHEEHEEHEEHEEZ!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! IT’S TOOHOOHOOHOOHOO MUCH!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!

Then she used two candy canes for two minutes; poking his soles and toes with them as well as gliding them along his soles…

Asriel: HAHHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! HEHEHEHHEHEHEY, HAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHA, YOHOHOHOHOHOU’RE SUPPOSED TO EEEHEEHEEHEEHEEAT THOHOHOHOHOSE; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NOT TIHIHIHIHIIHICKLE FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEET WITH THEM!!!!! *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!

Then she used a strand of gold tinsel garland for two minutes; “shining” every inch of Asriel’s soles with it as well as “flossing” all six of his toes with it…

Asriel: AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAAHHAAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAA!!!!!! *SNORT* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHA!!!!!! OHOHOHOHOHOHOH MY GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOSH, THAHAHAHAHAAHAHAT’S DIFFERENT!!!!!! *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!

The she used two cotton balls for two minutes; rubbing them against every inch of Asriel’s soles and six toes as well as in between his toes (one for each foot and she did this right after dumping an entire bag of them all over Asriel’s feet to simulate snow)…

Asriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFF… HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOSH, HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHA, THOHOHHOHOHOSE REEHEEHEEHEEALLY, *SNORT* REEHEEHEEHEEALLY TIHIHIHIHICKLE TOOHOOHOOHOO!!!!! *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! HAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!

Then she used two stuffed reindeers for two minutes; rubbing their noses and antlers all over every inch of Asriel’s soles (and to make things more intense for Asriel, she gave the reindeers silly voices to make him laugh even harder)…

Asriel: HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!! NOHOHOHOHHOHO, REINDEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEERS!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! BAD REINDEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEERS!!!!!! *Asriel played along with Frisk through his hysterical laughter* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!

And then, while holding mistletoe next to Asriel’s feet, she blew raspberries on Asriel’s feet for two whole minutes…

Frisk: Pbffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!!! Pbfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff…

Asriel: BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* *SNORT* *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

2 minutes later…

Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheehee!! *giggled Frisk as she stopped tickling Asriel* Adorable, soft, warm, lovable, huggable, and ticklish; I don’t want to stop. *she added, giving his right foot a platonic kiss and then his left foot shortly afterwards (under the rules of the mistletoe she’s still holding in one of her hands)*

Asriel: Hahahahahahahahahahaha!! Then don’t!! *suggested Asriel with an exhausted tear-soaked look on his face while laughing due to lingering ticklish sensations on his bare feet* Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! *snort* Hahahahahahaha!! *snort* Hahaha!! Haha!! Haha!! Ha!! Ha. Whew!

Frisk: Oh, but I must! Because if I leave you like this, then it will be difficult for you to exact your revenge! *stated Frisk with a cheekily smile while freeing Asriel from his bind, causing Asriel to perk up in response*

Asriel: Wait, what?! A-are you serious, Frisk?!

Frisk: Pfft! Of course I am! You know me, Azzy! I love being tickled! Especially on my feet! *Frisk assured Asriel, wiggling her toes against the floor in anticipation*

Asriel: Heeheeheeheehee! That, you do! Heeheeheeheehee! Ok, I’ll do it.

Frisk: Heeheeheeheehee! Terrific!

As soon as Frisk completely freed Asriel from his bind, Asriel left the basement briefly to grab something from his bedroom. And while Asriel was doing that, Frisk positioned herself in the chair the same way Asriel was positioned for 25 whole minutes. But she did not use Christmas tree lights to bind herself though. Instead, she positioned herself into a giant Christmas gift bag (a big red plastic bag with snowflakes on it) with her head sticking out at the top of the bag and sat down in the chair with her feet resting on the nearby footrest. Then once Asriel returned, Frisk commanded him to tear open the bottom of the bag to reveal her bare feet for him to tickle.

Asriel: I’m ba… Heeheeheehee! Well, look at you all wrapped up in that gift bag! Heeheeheeheehee!

Frisk: Heeheeheeheehee! I knew you’d like it. Heeheeheeheehee! Now, technically you’re not supposed to open this until Christmas but… I don’t think tearing open the bottom for a little peek won’t hurt anything… if you, um, get what I’m saying. *said Frisk with a wink and a real big grin on her face as she kicked her legs lightly and wiggled her toes inside the large bag*

Asriel: Heeheeheeheeheehee! Oh, I do. I so do, Frisk! Heeheeheehee!

Asriel then tore open the bottommost portion of the giant gift bag, revealing Frisk’s cute bare feet. Then a few seconds later, he tied her ankles to the footrest with some red tinsel garland; to prevent her from pulling her legs away. And with a red ribbon, he tied her two big toes together; to prevent her from pulling her feet apart.

Frisk: Heeheeeheeheehee! Perfect, Azzy! Enjoy my second early Christmas present to you!

Asriel: Heeheeheehee! Thanks, Frisk; for everything you do for me. *said Asriel with a heartwarming smile*

Frisk: Hehe; of course, Azzy. You’re very much welcome. And if you like this present so much, I can’t wait to see your reaction to the main thing I got you this year!

Asriel: Hehe, yeah, same here. I bet that you and Chara are going to love what I got you!

Little does Frisk know, Asriel got both her and Chara THEIR VERY OWN “TICKLE ME AZZY” TOYS for Christmas this year! :O Gaster, Sans, Alphys, and Monica helped him make them; Monica for sewing the toys’ skins and capturing Asriel’s likeness; and Gaster, Sans, and Alphys with everything else (this included tickling Asriel to record his laughter for the toys’ audio XD).

Frisk: Heeheeheehee! I bet I will! But am I going to enjoy more than you tickling my feet in a few seconds?

Asriel: Hehe; maybe. But, uh, I’ll let you be the judge of that. *said Asriel with a cute smile as he began tickling Frisk’s bare feet and continued doing so for the next 25 minutes* Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!! Kitchie kitchie kitchie kitchie kitchie koo!! Hahahahahahaha!!

Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH; HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA, OHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOH JEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEZ!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* BWARGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

For the first 13 minutes, Asriel tickled every sensitive inch of Frisk’s bare feet with 3 toothbrushes (a red toothbrush with green bristles, a green toothbrush with red bristles, and a red and white toothbrush with a candy cane pattern); getting her everywhere on her soles and the tops of feet as well as on the pads of her toes, the stems of her toes, and even in the spaces in between her toes. But that was nothing compared to how he tickled her during the last 12 minutes though. During the last 12 minutes, Asriel DREW ON FRISK’S BARE FEET with a 4-color pen (red, green, blue, and black), which he personally won while playing a Christmas-themed game at school; drawing Christmas wreathes on the balls of her feet (2 wreathes per foot) and Christmas trees on her heels (2 trees per foot) and writing “MERRY” on her right foot toes (one letter per toe), “CHRISTMAS” vertically on her right sole, “HAPPY” on her left foot toes (one letter per toe), and “HOLIDAYS” vertically on her left sole. Asriel had so much fun drawing on Frisk’s bare feet and Frisk in turn had so much fun being tickled by Asriel in that way. Her hysterical laughter said it all! XD

Frisk: HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! HOHOHOHOHO, HOHOHOHOHOHO, HOHOHOHOHO!!!!!!!!!! MEHEHEHEHEHEHERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

THE END.

#undertale tickle #undertale tickling #tickle story #tickle fic #feet tickling #undertale christmas #frisk #asriel

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blissfulparker · 5 years ago

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Stuff that I started but never finished ♥︎

An actual compilation of my mess of a writing. This is stuff I never finish in 2019 because I lost motivation, ran out of ideas, fell asleep because it was just a 2am thought. It’s messy but here it is! Some of it is promises I could never even get around too, I’m sorry but I hope you enjoy!

Boxer!dad!tom x reader(I might finish this one for a writing challenge)

Summary: Tom comes home from a match, bruised and bloody. He hates the way he looks and never wants his daughter to see him like this, broken and in pain, but sometimes all his daughter wants to do is help.

Two clicks, two clicks was all you heard as Tom tried to stumble in quietly after a match. The door unlocked and swung open hitting the wall and you can hear Toms uneven breath begging for help. His body glisten in sweat and his hands held onto his stomach trying to cover up the large gauge that rested there.

“Tom?” You rubbed your eyes as you walked into the living room seeing him in the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and chugging it as if it were his last bottle of water he were to ever drink. “Tom, come here.” You rush over to him and assist him with walking.

“I’ve got myself darling, you go back to—“ He starts and you look down at what he was holding. His hand covered in blood, that was no secret. The cut was oozing and it was stained purple and green around to show just how bad it was.

“Don’t tell me to go back to bed, you’re hurt.” You warned him as you helped him into the bathroom where you kept his emergency kit.

“Where is she?” He spoke mentioning your daughter who normally stayed up waiting for her father to tuck her in, even if that meant 1am.

“I put her to sleep hours ago.” You look at him and he breaks eye contact.

“Good, she doesn’t need to see me like this.” He sniffled. You knew that tom hated this, at least the day after Sophia was born. When his daughter was born he promised she’d never see her father broken, stumbling in and falling into pieces as her mother tried to fix him. Promised her she’d be safe and normal.

“Hey,” you tilt his chin up so he can look at you. “This doesn’t make you a bad parent.” You remind him and he nods. He feels the alcohol hit his skin and immediately hisses in pain.

“Daddy?” A small girl—

Peter Parker x reader

Summary: peters heater is broken so he substitutes his cuddles instead

Warm mug of tea meets your cold quivering lips.

Peters heater was broken, for the third time this month his heater was broken. He refused to get a new one, it was understandable since it was so expensive and peter was college student who could barely afford his own books. It also didn’t bother him, he had way more warmth for some odd reason and it didn’t bother his roommate ned either. But you swore If he didn’t get it fixed you would stop coming over.

“Peter,” you shiver and he looks up from his book. His face innocent and his body clean from goosebumps. “I’m cold.” You pout and he sees how you already have his flannel, his hoddie, his sweats, fuzzy socks, and you were ready to put on some gloves. There sat peter, short sleeves and sweats.

“Do you want a heating blanket? I think may packed some away somewhere.” He gets up to find something to help and you shake your head.

“Can we take a break and cuddle?” You asked. Peter loved cuddle breaks, more than any break in the world. Holding you in his arms and talking was just the start of something beautiful. Sometimes you’d fall asleep, sometimes you’d watch movies, others you’d simply just talk and then get up to do more work.

“C’mere.” He holds out his arms and you gladly fall into them. His skin warm and you’re still surprised that not a single goosebump messes with it. You curl into his chest as he holds you and you listen to the sound of his beating heart.

Ceo!dad!tom x singlemom!reader

From the series dine and dash I worte and loved over the summer. I wanted so badly to do an mini series but didn’t have enough ideas and people wanted black beauty more. So here is the start of something i never figured out

Dark roast coffee filled your nose on the early Tuesday morning.

Somehow, being six months pregnant, you got to sleep in. At first, the smell of coffee made you nauseous. Tom had Harrison bring him coffee since you didn’t like him making it at home. Now all you want is to have the taste of coffee and the feeling of caffeine run though your veins again.

“Daddy! I can’t find him! I don’t wanna go without him!” Cara whines as the Time was 8:15 and Cara didn’t have school so she was going to get dropped off at Toms mums house for the day.

“I don’t know Then princess, did mummy put him in the dryer?” He asked. It was pascal, the lizard from tangled she brought around everywhere.

Her feet pad down the hall as she nearly runs into you with a distraught look on her small face. You walked with her over to the dryer before handing her the doll.

“I found him!” She holds him up and then runs back to the couch.

“Can I have just a sip?” You joked. Tom always looked best in the morning, in your opinion. His hair gelled back and his suit still nice and crisp. His glasses sat pretty on his face just like the rest of his features.

“Very funny, hows He?” Tom asked. He was very excited, he would’ve loved a girl but there can only be one princess in charge, that was Cara.

“Wanting out, I can feel it.” You hold your swollen stomach. Everything hurt, it wasn’t as fun or cute as tom tried to make it.

Fwb!Tom x reader

Summary: too many weddings and too little people to fall in love with. You and tom both desperate for the love you deserve and what better place to realize it at your best friends wedding?

The dark blue dress hugged your body, it was tight, it felt so right against you skin. Parts of you wished you went with the gold but the dark navy blue was just as pretty too for the autumn wedding.

Your best friend was getting married, this would be the third wedding in the year span you’d be going to. First it was your sisters, then it was your cousins, now your best friends, and in a couple of months your other best friend would be getting married too in the nice London summer. You, you had this trouble finding love. You would have it in the palm of your hand and then it’d vanish. You tried everything, endless dates, one night stands, nobody stole your heart.

Now you had tom, Tom who was one of your friends who wasn’t getting married this year. You found him though Harrison, your best friends soon to be husband, after getting drunk at the engagement party a year ago you two started sleeping together. Swearing that even if you didn’t have lovers you’d have each other and a bed. It was just something so you two wouldn’t drown in your own sadness.

Soft fairy lights littered the ceiling and people danced. Tables with white tablecloths and a warm array of yellow and orange flowers, perfect for this season. You came alone, which you immediately regretted because everyone here had a date, everyone.

“I’m so glad you could make it to the after party!” Your best friend comes up to you and holds your hand. Her nails painted a beautiful pink and her dress now different than the one she wore this morning. She had the worlds biggest smile and the best diamond ring.

“Me too!” You smile and she looks behind you.

“Oh, thought you’d come with tom,” her smiles drops and your heart speeds up. She was probably the only one that knew about Tom, well, Harrison too since they were best friends.

“No, w-why would we come together?” You asked.

“He just...seemed disappointed this morning that you didn’t stay long after to talk with him. Thought maybe you two were trying to keep it low key but then you left and he got pouty and went back to his hotel too. I mean he came down for lunch and was better, thought maybe you two—“ she started to ramble but you shake your head tucking a hair behind your ear.

“No, I haven’t talked to him all day really.” You told her and she pouted again.

“Oh, well, he’s here...somewhere.” She smiles at you before kissing your cheek. “I’ve gotta go, Haz is gonna lose it without me!” She giggles as she runs off to her husband.

You walk around a bit, trying to find at least someone you knew who wasn’t occupied by a date. That’s when you found tom, all alone playing with the cherry in his drink as he scrolled through his phone.

“Hey stranger.” You walk up somewhat awkwardly and he smiles as he sits up a bit.

“Hey,” he sets his phone down and faces you. “Thought you might not show up.” He says and you look around.

“How could I not show up to my best friend's wedding.” You have him a warm smile. He nods as he looks around.

“I’m kinda over weddings.” He admits and you see some disappointment in his face. “My brother, Sam, he’s getting married soon. Well, engaged. He showed me the ring he got for her and it’s beautiful and I’m proud it’s just...I’m over seeing people get married.” He’s honest and you nod.

“My sister got married earlier this year, it was pretty but hell for me. It’s like we’re old now.” You take his drink from him and take a sip before making a sour face.

“It’s just a Shirley temple darling, not that hardcore.” He laughs a little and you shake your head.

“Still.” His arm moves around you and you lean your head on his shoulder. He’s your fuck buddy, you two sleep with each other and then leave. No hard feelings, no actual feelings, just fuck and leave.

“Do you wanna...dance?” You asked swallowing hard in the process.

#tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #imagine tom holland #tom holland au #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x you

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werezmastarbucks · 5 years ago

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Whitmore Guy - party animals

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Part Six Part Seven

Kai Parker x fem!Reader slowburn

word count: 1600

warnings: Y/N’s bitching about people misinterpreting skate punk culture

music: neck deep - serpents (mark hoppus remix), good charlotte - i don’t wanna be in love, metro station - wish we were older, sum 41 - in too deep

The party was a success. The people did remember early Fall Out Boy, and they did still love them. Gerard Way’s name was still ringing bells in people’s hearts – the only thing Y/N was unhappy about was the fact that they completely mistook the idea.

“I mean… this is not an emo party”, she repeated for the thousandth time. Damon was at her side, just as he’d promised. He was at the very best disinterested in her youth’s culture. In fact, she remembered him mention once, Damon started feeling really tired exactly in 2006, and this outburst of depression made him migrate to north for some time, before returning to Mystic Falls. His silver-green eyes were snapping from one shape of human to another, he wasn’t really listening to her.

“They’re all misdressed…” she gasped. “Except… ah! That’s Mal. He always looks like he’s about to break his nose on the asphalt”.

“Why?” Damon asked absent-mindedly.

“Because he’s about to go skating”.

“That’s the guy?” Damon nodded at Mal, eyes focusing on him.

“Yeah”.

Music was blasting, and people were dancing. They were shaking, thrashing their heads. A couple of immortal hits already made the whole place sweat a little, their cervical vertebrae did not feel good about that.

Mal was chatting with a girl. The system Y/N was remembering people was, she remembered the kind of troubles they were in. This one, Cindy, or Sandy, she once failed to submit not five, not six, but ten papers in a row, and a group of teachers was very unhappy with her. Y/N could not really help her, except to say that she should probably stop partying and go study. Not a lot of time actually has passed since she was a student at a college herself; but she was never a party animal. She had problems with her studies because she had a cluster of minor disorders, from eating to insomnia.

From the looks of it, he was all over the girl. Wide smirk, and the way he bent to her slightly; his eyes were watching her expression closely, and the thin silver chain he always wore under shirt gleamed faintly in the blue lightning.

“I thought you said he was stunning”, Damon sneered.

“I never said stunning. I said adorable”.

“He’s very, very usual, Y/N”.

“Well, compared to you, maybe. Not all people tend to look like fucking Renaissance statuary, Damon”.

Damon sniffed, ruffling his invisible feathers.

“So, what don’t you like about him?”

“He looks like a man with a plan. I don’t really know what’s going on in his head”.

Damon turned to her and eyed her with the usual oily look of a hungry lizard.

“Man. I thought your intuition is kicking in. And you just wanna hit it up with a guy”.

Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Please, please, just for once, just do what I ask you to. Just check him out. Did you find anything about Martha Hopps, by the way?”

“I did, stalker. She is a real human person and she lives in Mystic Falls. She moved in recently with her parents and two sisters. Which is, whatever, considering she’s almost twenty four, and they all live in one house”.

“They’re millenials. It’s normal for us”.

“You don’t live with your mum”.

“Yeah, because I don’t talk with my mum. So, is her family crazy?”

“They sure look lame. Hopps papa seems to have complete control over his daughters. Obsessive type”.

“Oh, god. What if he really is the bad guy?”

“They’re a bunch of boring Christians. Martha is not even that pretty”, Damon clicked his tongue and started looking for the table with the punch. “I think her sister, Laura, is way more interesting”.

“Who cares”, Y/N said tiredly. She felt awful for spying on Mal’s girlfriend, second-handedly. “What you think. Let’s go find something to drink”.

“What do you mean, find?” the vampire went indignant in a moment, “didn’t you organize the whole thing?”

“I did, but Caroline moved all the tables in the morning. I didn’t manage to monitor everything”.

Together, they moved through the crowd, floating like two ships in the sea of shaking heads. Damon led Y/N by the elbow to keep her on her feet, because In Too Deep came on, and the crowd went wild. Mal was still flirting with Cindy/Sandy as they left. Minutes later, Damon abandoned Y/N at the table, to observe and have fun, and set off to look for the guy.

His face was showing in the crowd here and there, shooting Y/N glances of confusion. Mal seemed to have vanished, and the vampire couldn’t find him anywhere. He shook his head in amazement; the music was irritating him. He listened to different stuff; Salvatore’s heart belonged specifically to indie rock of the latter decade. For some unknown reason. In a way, Damon was an essence of the Mystic Falls town.

Soon, Damon disappeared, too, leaving her behind. She didn’t mind much; they kind of fell out in these last months. Y/N knew that Damon always had her back regardless, but they just didn’t talk much these days.

A song came in, the kind of it, that usually makes you see yourself from aside, standing alone, at the table with beer and punch, while everybody grabs their dancing partners by the waists. The sick lamp went from orange to pink even, and then an interesting turquoise shade flooded the hall; people all looked like sparkling fish, in their hats and pins and bright ribbons.

Something pushed her in the back, and moved the table, and Y/N jumped off just in time not to be stepped on.

Mal came round the table. He looked troubled, and his hair was ruffled. There was an even blush on his cheeks, making him look like he was no more than nineteen.

“Is that sex hair, Mal?” Y/N snorted, refusing to empathize with his wild gaze.

“She’s here”, Mal uttered, “dance with me”.

They took each other by the hands. Y/N downed her cup and threw it back on the table. Mal combed his hair with one hand, looking above her shoulder, and pulled her closer to himself.

“Who’s here?”

“Martha”, he said without expression. The eyes on his face were incredible, pulsating, like he was extremely horny, or very distressed; Y/N saw eyes like that on vampires after they’ve just eaten. His hands and face, on the opposite, were sturdy, mechanical.

I gave her my heart, she didn’t want it,

Took it anyway, put a dark spell on it,

Since then I haven’t been the same…

He looked down at Y/N like he’s just realized he was holding her.

“Go talk to her. Or nah?”

“Nah. I have nothing to say to her”.

“Really?” she went on with distrust.

“She doesn’t know I’m here”.

“You mentioned. You think she’ll scream or something?”

He snorted. His eyes warmed up just a little.

“Nobody’ll hear her. It’s a loud party”.

Mal put his hand on Y/N shoulder and let it rest.

“You’re a good friend”.

“Been training for years. Still not sure though”.

“I think I saw Demi here”.

“Who?”

“Your ex-crush whom I disapprove”.

“Dude”, she grinned, “he left”.

“Very impressive individual. Masculinity and bulllshit oozing out of him. God, his balls must be huge. Looked like he wanted to chat, but I Houdinied the fuck away”.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably, unable to stop herself from picturing everything he said. Mal was not completely wrong, and yet, the way he spoke about the older Salvatore was so poisonous you could die from listening too closely.

“Don’t like him, huh”.

“Don’t know him”, he nodded, “don’t really care. Just don’t let him hurt you. Why would he leave you alone? even I understand it’s not nice”.

“He didn’t come here to dance”.

“Why then?”

“Masculine stuff. Wanted to talk to somebody. Or check up on me. I don’t know”.

“Uhh, Y/N”, Mal sighed, sincerely enough. She got a desire to give him a hug, like a human, as a friend. Just because she hasn’t hugged anybody for a while. Because it’s been a month, and they got pretty close, attracted to each other like two wandering bog lights. So, she just did it. Wrapping her arms around him, Y/N pulled him close, and laid her head on his shoulder. Mal didn’t push her away, but the song ended, so they just stood. Mal smelled like candy again, and his skin, clean and white, had a trace of female perfume. Y/N didn’t know what to make of him. She wasn’t really jealous. She wasn’t really anxious. Their embrace existed outside their world. Mal still smelled of trouble. Y/N never for a second supposed that there wasn’t something utterly and vividly wrong with this guy. She just didn’t care enough.

“All that heart trouble”, Mal said suddenly, “just makes me wanna dance. Let’s get smashed. It’s Good Charlotte, isn’t it?”

“Back it up now, you’ve got a reason to live. Say, I don’t wanna be in love”.

“I like me a gal who knows all the lyrics to all the shitty songs”, Mal grinned wide, and they separated a little, but did not leave each other’s sight.

“This song is not shitty”.

“Nah”, Mal yelled, as the dynamic, loud part of the verse started, “some music is crap, and it’s good. Remember the motto of your favorite dudes”.

Y/N laughed. A little bit more of music, less light, and they were dancing like monkeys, waving their hands and thrashing their heads, a couple of happy, careless children. They managed to trick the whole college into listening Metro Station for fifteen minutes straight.

#kai parker #kai parker x reader #kai parker imagine #damon salvatore #vampire diaries #legacies #tvd imagine #tvd #whitmore guy

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dzamie-oc · 4 years ago

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Smaugust 21 - Hydra

While the dragon's away, the kobolds will... commit shenanigans. (1908 words)

Just outside of a wide, rocky cave, a dozen distraught kobolds of all sorts of horns and colors surrounded a blue-scaled dragon. Four kobolds sat patiently in bags hanging off the dragon's side, along with several of his favorite things.

"I'll just be gone a week or two," he said in a soft voice that clashed with his outward appearance of tough scales and sharp claws, "the festival is not something I want to miss, and I can take the opportunity to start these four on their new task." The little lizards in the bags chirped their enthusiasm.

A teal kobold with short, rounded horns approached. "But what if someone comes to steal from your hoard?" she asked.

"Then you shall stop them," came his calm answer. "The VitAzurel den does a fine job working together; why, losing a kobold is rare for us, AND it's rather uncommon for me to have to face adventurers, myself, unless I particularly want to." The dragon turned and carefully stepped over a couple of his kobolds, preparing to take off. "Oh, and if - not when, but if - you do lose a part of my hoard, make sure to note what the thieves look like. I'm much more lenient on a full stomach, after all." With that, he sprang off of powerful legs, flapping his broad, blue wings to soar towards the nearest friendly town.

The twelve remaining kobolds looked at each other. "So... we have our assignment," started the teal one, "we just need to figure out how to guard our lord's hoard."

"A dragon's hoard is best guarded by a dragon," a white-scaled one pointed out, only for a red one to interrupt, "but Azurel isn't here, and another dragon might try to claim it for themselves. So his hoard can't be guarded by a dragon."

They chatted amongst themselves, offering ideas for traps and encounters to dissuade or kill adventurers. While several were accepted as helpful minor things, and more were discarded out of hand, the kobolds couln't quite come up with anything big. Nothing could beat a dragon guarding a hoard.

Just before the den was going to return, fruitless in finding an idea to protect Azurel's hoard, the black-scaled kobold gasped. The others turned to see a big, eager, sharp-toothed smile on his muzzle. "Guys, what if... what if WE were the dragon protecting his hoard?"

There was a brief period of assorted muttering before the teal kobold came up and placed her hand on his shoulder, two pairs of yellow eyes locked onto each other. "...we're kobolds. We're not dragons. There is a truly insurmountable difference between us and Lord Azurel, and us and other dragons, even though he IS exceptionally amazing." Several kobolds behind her nodded as sagely as they could manage.

The black kobold shook his head, still smiling. "No, not an actual dragon. But Azurel encourages us to be sneaky and tricky to keep unfair fights in our favor, right?" There was a general murmur of agreement, so he continued, "so, we're small, and dragons are big, but there's at least ten of us, and we're scaly like dragons."

"And we have tails, too!" a green kobold helpfully offered from the back of the group.

"So, what if we trick adventurers that we, together, are one dragon?" the kobold continued, undaunted, "we have scaly, we have big, and they'll be expecting a dragon so they'll totally believe us!" His tail whipped back and forth in excitement. This got the group talking, some of them planning out a costume, others just gossipping about the mimic that Teal was getting to be a little too close friends with.

"We don't have a breath weapon or wings!" one pointed out, but another called out, "multiple heads! Our fake dragon's breath weapon will be more bites than a silly adventurer coul possibly imagine!" A cheer went up, and, invigorated, the den of kobolds hurried back into the depths of Azurel's lair to work on the disguise.

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The white-scaled kobold pushed away from her part of the costume, dangling from the ceiling by a rope. "Okay, how's this?"

The green, black, and teal kobolds wriggled into position, drawing the aperture of the necks closed around their own. They looked at each other and tested out their controls, wiggling the heads around and occasionally bumping into each other, then grinned. "Functional and sturdy! I swear, Raktor," the green one said, "if I didn't see you make this in front of me, I'd think you had done some magic on it to get it to work so well!"

Teal turned around and called down to the body disguise, comprised of a kobold per leg, plus one to move the tail. "How's it working down there, guys?" She got several chirps of approval, and the fake, three-headed dragon took a step forward to test. More chirps. "Great! This is coming together really w-"

Suddenly, the group was interrupted by a pink kobold slipping out from one of their small kobold tunnels. "Intruder alert!" he called out, "a human traveler is in the lair!"

The green kobold gasped. "A human traveler is in the lair?" The kobolds looked at each other, gauging how ready they were for their first test of their dragon costume.

"Protect the hoard!" the pink one loudly reminded them.

"We must protect the hoard!" the green kobold relayed, and the eight dragon-bolds maneuvered between the entrance tunnel and the start of Azurel's huge cache of gold, gems, and other shiny things. The other four grabbed weapons and retreated into ambush points, waiting for the interloper to make an appearance.

Instead of the menacing adventurer, armed to the teeth, that they had expected, a young woman with curly, brown hair in a yellow sundress stepped out, smiling brightly when she saw one of the hiding kobolds in his normal spot. "Hey, VitAzurels! It's Penny. Is your dragon around?"

The green kobold opened his mouth to answer, but the black one started faster and replied, "foolish human girl! Your adventure was futile! This Ah-shoo-rell you speak of does NO LONGER exist in this lair!" Hidden claws moved the kobold in a fake dragon neck closer, looming over her. "Now flee, flee before you face the wrath of TAM!" The pink kobold made eye contact with Teal and Raktor, silently assuring each other that nobody else knew that was what he was going to call the fake dragon.

The woman seemed amused by this show. "Oh, huh! I thought he'd be back by now. So, do you kobolds wanna hang out? Feels a shame to waste all the time I spent coming up here, and I'm in a very playful mood."

"SILENCE!" the black kobold shouted. "Do not waste your time here, Penny-girl, for we have clocks numerous and beyond your feeble human brain! And-"

"I don't think that's working," Teal said, "gotta be more direct." She turned to face Penny. "Look. Human. I'm Tam, the dragon who now lives in this lair and protects its treasure from humans."

"Yeah, but you guys know me. If I was going to steal from Azurel, I'd save all of us the time and effort, and just climb down his throat directly."

"I... don't know what 'guys' you speak of, strange human," Teal lied, poorly, "now leave, or I will eat you, as that is what we dragons do to humans who try to steal treasure."

"Okay, then, eat me."

The three kobolds blinked. "What?" they said in near unison.

Penny pointed at Teal. "Eat me. Send me down that throat and into that belly. I don't think you're a real dragon; prove me wrong."

The baffled kobolds looked at each other, then the black and green ones stared expectantly at the teal one. Her scaly hands gripped the controls for her neck disguise. "Uh... okay, then," she said, and dipped down towards Penny.

"Wait, what?" The human took a half-step back and froze in shock. Right when she was above Penny, Teal spun the lever letting her have a snug fit in the disguise. She let go of the controls, reache out, and pulled Penny under her body and into the disguise's neck, pushing her out of the way before taking the controls once more and lifting back up with her green and black denmates.

Penny slid smoothly down the costume's neck like it was a slide, in large part because it was a slide, until she came to a stop in the empty cavity where the leg and tail kobolds stared at her. The human looked at them, rolling onto her back to better see all of the kobolds. "Huh, and from here I guess you could start beating on an adventurer..." she mused, "clever. Anyway, so what do we do now?"

The red kobold glanced around. "Uh... we could undo one of the flaps and let you out through there, I guess." There was a level of tension in the costume that all six of them could sense, but none of the kobolds were willing to break it.

Fortunately for them, Penny was not one of the kobolds. "Let me rephrase, guys and girls. Ahem," she fake-cleared her throat before putting on an exaggerated voice, "oh, heavens me, here I am all alone, deep in a dragon's lair, and hopelessly surrounded by kobolds. I wonder what ever might happen next!"

Purrs and soft growls filled the base of the dragon costume as multiple sets of scaly hands went to grab at her clothes...

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"...so we only got through her modeling, like, a quarter of the casual outfits you keep for princesses," Raktor explained to Azurel, "plus, when she left the first day, she suggested mixing and matching stuff, so that was us set for the rest of the week. Oh, and yesterday she and Jimothy came over for House-Rules Parcheesi, so Teal and Irnat are almost done cleaning that up."

The blue dragon lifted one of the necks of the limp costume in a paw, peering at the mechanism inside. "Well, I'm glad to see my creativity has been rubbing off on you," he said. "How'd this do versus an actual threat? Looks well-used by now."

Raktor fiddled with her horns, a little sheepish. "Well, actually, only two tried; one ate the brownie we helpfully labeled 'poison,' and the other got mimic'd. It looks worn because we all wanted a go at quote-unquote 'eating' Penny, and she liked the slide." The white-scaled kobold perked up with a wicked smirk as she recalled one more detail. "Oh, and Norak is now called Tam."

"Oh, that's a fun development. Who's best to ask about that?"

"Probably Teal. She and Vernda were closest to him when the thing happened, and Vernda..." she trailed off.

"Doesn't have a way with words," Azurel supplied. "I'll look forward to hearing it from her, then. Now be a dear and get a couple others to put away the bags and the sword Kassar no longer needs." He yawned as he walked through the wide main caves. "Oh, and see if one or two will volunteer for basic shining duty; I'll be napping after that long flight, so it's perfectly fine if they can't get much of my scales."

Raktor chirped and darted off through the kobold tunnels as everyone fell back into normal motion again, the absence of their dragon remedied and new memories passed around as gossip.

#dragon #smaugust #hydra #kobold #writing #writers on tumblr #smaugust 2020 #text #ocs #oc: azurel

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herocentral · 5 years ago

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Possible Hero 6

Written by Alexander Montgomery

Big Hero 6 & Kim Possible (c) Disney,2020

Intro statement:

Since childhood I have been a fan of Kim Possible on Disney but when it came to an end it seemed short lived but after watching Big Hero 6 (the film) I saw something that looked like it deserved its own series and by some miracle it happened. Then to more joy we find out the producers behind Kim Possible are leading the charge.

Later in the year I kept it in my mind that there could be a potential crossover between the two series and now I’ve decided the time to write this story is now thanks to inspiration from the Marvel Rising shorts, Kingdom Hearts 3 and KP 2019.

And so the story begins.

Chapter 1:

New Villain in town:

On a dark moonlit night the clouds and mists part and reveal a large bridge structure standing above the cloud bank and the top of said bridge is shaped a lot like a Japanese building roof. The rest of the bridge bore a strong resemblance to the Golden Gate Bridge. In the distance stood a great metropolis with large metal fish shaped blimps hanging in the sky held down by metal cables. The buildings of the city resembled that of modern and old style Japanese architecture modern ways meets the rising sun. This is the city of San Fransokyo a city of technological advances while keeping true to old ways.

The city was lit up with light shows shining from the sides of buildings and from the animatronic promotional mascots. However unbeknownst to the populace of the city a shadowy figure ran from rooftop to rooftop in the shadows and silhouetted against the lights in the city.

Soon the figure arrived at a small warehouse with a ‘K” logo on the front of the warehouse building. This belonged to the hi tech corporation Krei tech industries the biggest technological company of the modern age. The strangers hands then light up with green energy as she cuts a hole in the glass then opens the window from the inside. She slides in and enters the warehouse. The light reveals it to be a woman dressed in a green and black leather suit with black hair pale skin and green eyes.

It takes her no time at all to find what she’s looking for among all the crates and old projects she found what looked to be a circuit board of advanced design. She smirks knowing she’d found what she was looking for. She was about to take her leave until.

“You know if you came back in the morning, it be easier to get in.” Called a voice from behind her she turned around expecting to see a certain teen nemesis however what she saw was a young boy fourteen years old wearing a black suit with purple armour, with knee and shoulder pads and grey boots. His helmet was in the same colour scheme with red stripes reaching down to his visor which was orange in colour. Only his face could be seen faintly he had long black hair with brown eyes.

“Your mother know your out past your bedtime and little late for Halloween isn’t it.” Shego said. “Oh you looked in the mirror lately?” Said Hiro. Shego’s mood started to change.

“Funny but you must be pretty confident or stupid if your trying to stop me alone.” She said with a raised eyebrow. Hiro then produced a smirk on his face. “Who said I’m alone especially if I’m part of a team!” Suddenly as if on cue from the darkness skated in a woman wearing yellow, red, and black armour and on her legs were large round wheel like disks with red circles in the middle similar disks were on her arms. Her helmet was more streamlined and aerodynamic. Her visor was orange and she had black hair with purple highlights with brown eyes.

Then jumping into the scene was a lizard like creature that was blue and orange with three large yellow eyes, circular blue mouth with teeth, a long tail with spikes in the end and spikes on his back.

“Not so fast evil doers!” He announced dramatically.

Following him is a rather tall woman with long orange hair wearing bright pink armour with orange dots and a dark pink under suit with pink and dark pink heeled boots. Her visor was pink and she has green eyes and bright pink lipstick. She carries an orange purse with different coloured balls handing off it and in the centre of the purse was a heart symbol and different coloured buttons. She pressed several buttons and pulled out a bright blue ball ready to throw.

Another figure emerged it was a young man rather bulky, dark skinned and wore light green armour on his chest and arms and wore a small green visor on his face and a red bandana. He had a black under suit and wore blue pants with a red waist robe like a samurai with black boots that ninjas would wear. He has short black dreadlocks in his hair with brown eyes and a goatee.

Suddenly crashing in from above was a sixth member of this group he was rather bulky with red armour with purple spots and wings on his back he rises to show his helmet has a blue visor with two circular eyes and a line between them.

Shego found herself surrounded by these six armoured individuals. “Oh great a team of clowns.” Said a deadpan Shego.

“We prefer to call ourselves Big Hero 6.” Said Fred confidently in his suit. “Seriously?” Shego said with a raised eyebrow. “Well I could use the work out.” Shego said as she ignited her hands with green energy which surprised everyone in the room.

“Whoa! Ionised Plasma!” Wasabi said in amazement.

Shego shot a blast towards the group causing them to scatter. Fredzilla was the first to launch an attack. “SUPER JUMP!” He yelled as he leapt into the air using the enhanced jumping ability of his monster suit.

“FIRE SPIN!” He cries spinning round breathing fire from his mouth as he defends but Shego just fires a blast hitting him in the chest sending him crashing into some crates. Gogo comes racing in using her electro-mag suspension disks to skate across the room avoiding any energy blasts from Shego.

She moves in for a close in attack and slides under a slice from Shego avoiding it then quickly turns and throws a disc from her arm which hits Shego in the face. Shego recovers and attacks Gogo in close hand to hand combat Gogo avoids her clawing attacks with her energy blasts. Gogo quickly performs an upper cut and then performs a round house kick hitting Shego in the abs.

“Oh, finally someone who can fight!” Suddenly coming in from the side was Wasabi armed with his plasma blades slicing at her and Shego defends herself with her energy blasts and Wasabi defends himself with his blades eventually holding each other back.

“So, I gotta ask, ionised plasma right?” He asked out of interest. “You can tell me it’s totally my thing.” “How about you take a look up close and personal!” Shego smirked as she generated more energy. With one slice she shorts out Wasabi’s gauntlets disabling his plasma blades and is blasted in the chest.

“Fire can be dangerous, it can lead to third degree burns or even ignite flammable materials.” Said a certain red armoured robot.

“Uh that’s kinda the idea!” Shego said as she threw several blasts at Baymax who blocked them with his arms crossed which didn’t burn the armour. “That is hot.” Baymax then said as the blasts did slightly singe the armour on his arms.

Before Shego could fire another blast an orange ball flew in and hit her hand encasing it in an orange goop. She turned to see it was Honey Lemon who threw the Chem ball.

“That was a mistake!” Shego said as she charged her hand and melted the goop off her hand. Honey Lemon quickly typed in several buttons on her Chem purse and threw several blue coloured balls at Shego as she leapt in to attack. “NOW!” Honey Lemon cried and at that moment Fredzilla jumps in breathing fire at the blue chew-balls.

“SMOKE SCREEN!” Fred cried and as the fire hit them it created a plume of blue smoke blinding Shego. She finds herself in the smoke and can’t see anything. Suddenly from the smoke one of Gogo’s disks comes spinning in and she manages to avoid it however Gogo speeds in and trips her up with a leg swipe.

Shego quickly recovers but before she can engage Wasabi quickly grabs her and tries to hold her still only for Shego to grab him by his collar and pulls him to the ground. She’s ready to deliver the finishing blow. Suddenly something hits her from behind causing her to stumble to the ground and sees its a rocket fist launched by Baymax who hovers in the air with his wings and jets.

She sees she’s surrounded by Big Hero 6 and is outnumbered. “You ready to give up?” Gogo asked. Shego could only smirk and shot a massive blast towards the ceiling causing it to cave in on them. She slips away before it hits her and she smirks in triumph.

However as the smoke clears it reveals Baymax holding up the ceiling support meant to crush them.

“Hm, very persistent I like that, but as much as I would love to play kids I have to bail.” Shego said as she jumps up to the window she entered in.

Hiro acting quickly activates the powerful magnet on his glove and it immediately attracts the cyber circuit which was made of metal.

Shego turns her back and sees that Hiro has the circuit in his hand and is now frustrated, however before she can double back she hears incoming police sirens and decides to take her leave.

“Quick after her guys!” Hiro exclaims and so the team exit the warehouse from the main door and pursue the target only to see her escape in a helicopter which disappears from view.

“The target has escaped.” Baymax said. “Well that’s just great.” Said a frustrated Gogo.

“Yeah but at least now we know who’s been behind the string of break ins at Krei facilities in the city.” Hiro said looking on the bright side.

“Yeah a green villain who uses ionised plasma!” Wasabi said in both fright and amazement. “Hey guys call me crazy but I swear I’ve seen that green chick before.” Fred said removing the top half of his suit revealing his face.

“Where at one of your geek conventions?” Gogo sarcastically asked. “Well whoever she is she clearly plays for keeps.” Honey Lemon observes. Suddenly an alert sounds off from Baymax.

“Hiro, movie night with Aunt Cass is in thirty minutes from now.” Baymax said leaving Hiro paniking. “WHOOPS Let’s go!” Hiro quickly climbs aboard Baymax and the two of them fly away in the direction of the city. Whilst the rest of the team left the site on their own. However they still wondered who their new adversary could be.

Elsewhere:

Across the sea on the other side of the country stood the city of Detroit the automobile capital of the world, still a leading manufacturer in the world today. All was quiet in the night and at a corporate building a special event was taking place. Inside the event-space showroom the CEO of the company is making a statement.

“As we move forward into the golden age of science and technology things get more advanced, which means the world of the automation must advance too.” The CEO announced, then stood aside to reveal their grand project and the floor rises to reveal a futuristic car with glowing blue lines. It’s overall appearance is a futuristic looking Ferrari white in colour.

“And so I present to you the Cleo 7000 faster than a corvette but quiet as a panther prowling in the bush.” The CEO announced “utilising the latest prototype engine that cuts down carbon emissions by seventy percent but also super fast and...,”

Suddenly the announcement was cut off by the sound of engine noises coming from the distance and the crowds looked back in worry and ,all of a sudden, speeding into the scene was a gang of bike riders and behind them a transporter truck. The people quickly scattered to avoid being run over the motorcycle rider leading the bikers rides up onto the stage.

“AWWWW YEAAAHHH!” He yells. The CEO steps back in fear as the biker removes his helmet. He’s a muscular man wearing a torn up blue shirt, dark blue pants, black boots and gloves and has the word ‘ED’ tattooed on his right arm, he has a long blonde mullet reaching down his back.

“Oh yeah Motor ED is in the building!” Motor Ed announced “ seriously I am”

“What is the meaning of this, this is a private event!” The CEO said in anger.

“Yeah that’s why me and my boys decided to crash it.” Said Motor Ed as the rest of his crew arrived. His attention then turned to the new prototype.

“We’re here to steal this totally awesome set of wheels, imagine what speeds this could do on the streets, seriously!” Motor Ed said admiring the car. “But you can’t!” The CEO protested.

“Sure I can I’m Motor Ed most basically car mechanic and villain in the world.” Motor Ed then performs his signature air guitar. “AWWW YEAH!”

“Really?” Called a voice from above, Motor Ed and his crew looked up and saw someone in the rafters above and he could make out a faint shadow the shadow jumped down to reveal it was none other than Teen hero Kim Possible in her signature green and black mission outfit.

“Still doing the whole air guitar thing Motor Ed, but then again you’ve always been stuck in the 80’s.” Kim smirked.

“Red!” Motor Ed exclaimed. Then suddenly dropping from the rafters and falling flat on his face was Kim’s trusted friend/sidekick and his naked mole rat friend.

“And don’t forget Ron Stoppable and Rufus!” Ron said getting up from the fall and Rufus took up a combat stance.

“Oh yeah the blonde skinny dude” Ed said just leaving Ron with a frustrated look as not once did any of the villains he or his friend faced remembered his name.

“Well you ain’t crashing my gig red! Get her!” Ed exclaimed and his biker crew attacked.

Kim flips over the bulked member of the crew then trip him up with a leg swipe and began exchanging blows with another of Motor Ed’s goons with multiple punches and kicks knocking him to the ground but suddenly one of the thugs grabbed her holding her still long enough for one thug to hit her with a crowbar.

Before he could land the blow Kim quickly moved her leg over the thugs foot and grabbed his arm before she flipped him into the incoming thug. As she fought the gang she noticed Motor Ed was about to get into the prototype.

“Ron the car!” Kim called. “On it KP!” Ron replied and quickly hurried to stop Motor Ed from making off with the car.

“Not so fast Motor ED!” Ron said trying to look tough.

“Oh please skinny how you gonna stop me, seriously?” Motor Ed questioned. However he then felt a tap on his shoulder he turned to see Rufus standing on his shoulder.

“Hello.” Rufus squeaked before he kicked him in the eyes. Ed groaned in pain and frustration as he tried to swat Rufus.

“Mole rat power that’s how!” Ron answered.

Kim has just kicked down the last of Motor Ed’s gang however there was one who sped in on his bike swinging a chain in the air. He sped forwards towards Kim and she readied herself for what was coming and as the bike got closer she jumped into the air and it was like the world was now in slow motion as she went into a roll and then quickly twisted in the air and pulled out a red and yellow hair dryer which also doubled as a her signature weapon the grappling hook. Kim fires it and it wraps around the biker and as she lands she gives a great pull yanking the biker off his bike and onto the ground.

Motor Ed meanwhile is still trying to catch Rufus and he eventually does keeping him in a tight grip. Ron jumps onto Ed’s back and pulls on his hair forcing him to release Rufus. Ed grabs Ron by the arm and flings him to the ground. Ron looks up and sees that Motor Ed is more than angry.

“No one, messes with, THE MULLET!” He said about to crush Ron when suddenly they heard a motor noise coming towards them. Ed turns around to see an unmanned motor cycle riding towards him. “Aw nuts!” He uttered.

The bike slams right into him and he flies right into a wall and the bike has him pinned down so he can’t move and the shock of the impact didn’t help him either.

“Ah man wrecked again, seriously.” Motor Ed uttered as he fell unconscious.

Kim then came up to Ron as Rufus hopped onto his shoulder and saw Motor Ed unconscious.

“Way to take him for a ride KP.” Ron said. “Well let’s just say he had to pull out.” Kim replied with a smile.

Soon the local authorities arrived to take Motor Ed and his associates away. Meanwhile Kim and Ron are speaking to the CEO of the company they helped.

“I don’t know how to thank you miss Possible, if you hadn’t shown up when you did we would have lost a million dollars worth of equipment and research.” The CEO thanked shaking her hand.

“Oh no big just glad Motor Ed didn’t try to turn it into a hot rod or something.” Kim said humbly. “Yeah but that would look kinda cool but just doing our job.” Ron agreed.

Suddenly Kim’s kimmunicator sounds off which she pulls out of her pocket to answer.

“Hey Wa..” “Kimberly Anne Possible” A stern voice interrupted her and Kim recognised that voice all to well, it was her dad Dr. James Possible.

“Oh hey dad.” She said innocently. “Where have you been I’ve been trying to call you all night.” Her dad said. “Oh sorry Dad this emergency in Detroit came up I couldn’t bail on it.” Kim explained.

“Well I just called to tell you I have some exciting news for the family and we’re missing a family member.” James explained. “Right well I’m on my way home now dad I’ll see you soon.” Kim said “Okay honey love you.” James said to his daughter as the transmission closed.

“Wonder what news he’s got?” Ron asked. “I don’t know guess we’ll have to head home and find out.” Kim answered.

The next day:

It’s now daytime at the Possible household, and in the living room area Kim, her brothers Jim and Tim and her mother, brain surgeon Ann Possible sat down on the couch waiting to hear the news that James had for them.

“Okay Possibles listen up, I have an announcement to make.” James began and everyone in his family paid attention. “I’ve been asked to give a lecture at the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology this weekend.” He said.

“San Fransokyo?” Jim and Tim said in unison. “I’ve heard of that city it’s one of the most advanced cities combining the best parts of Tokyo and San Francisco hence its name.” Kim explained.

“Exactly Kimmy cub and seeing as how you and the boys are on summer break I figured it be good for a family trip” Kims father explained. “Thats wonderful sweetie.” Ann said congratulating her husband. “Yeah ROAD TRIP!” Jim said “Yeah and to a sweet city!” Tim said.

Just then Ron enters the room. “Morning Possibles.” Ron greeted. “Oh hey Ron.” Kim greeted. “whats all the buzz about?” He then asked “Oh my dads been asked to give a lecture at a university in San Fransokyo.” Kim explained.

“San Fransokyo! Sweet I hear they have robots there.” Ron said in excitement. “Ronald.” Said James as he looked to Ron. “If your interested your welcome to tag along.” He offered.

“Hmm, let me just check with my summer chilling consultant.” Ron said refereeing to Rufus who just popped out of his pocket. “Hmm, Road trip!” Rufus cheered.

Meanwhile in San Fransokyo:

Elsewhere in San Fransokyo at an abandoned warehouse, all is quiet and a certain green and black suited woman enters the warehouse. She walks in only to find it empty but she reaches a wall and twists one of the pipes on the wall, suddenly the wall is revealed to be a secret door concealing a lift.

The lift takes her down to the deeper sub levels below ground and upon exiting she enters a small makeshift lair below the warehouse. In the back a certain mad scientist dressed in a dark blue lab coat was busy hitting the computer monitor.

“Gah! cursed thing work already, this is what I get for making a makeshift lair in such a rush!” Drakken said in frustration.

“Wow.” Drakken jumped in fright as he turned to see Shego standing behind him. “I catch you at a bad time Dr. D?” Shego said teasingly.

“Shego! what have I told you about sneaking up on me like that!” Drakken complained. “And for your information I was just readjusting the settings!”

Shego just had a raised eyebrow as she knew her ‘partner’ couldn’t get his makeshift lair in shape.

“Well just be glad we found this place as a lair the previous tenant must’ve used this as a steam works themed lair.” Shego then said. “Never mind that did you retrieve the cyber circuit?” Drakken then asked. “Yeah that would be a no Dr. D.” Shego replied as she sat down in a chair in the lair.

“WHAT! I gave you one thing to do whilst I was setting up the lair!” Drakken exclaimed. “Yeah well I had a slight hold up.” Shego explained. “Oh no, don’t tell me Kim Possible?” Drakken dreaded.

“Nope, just some armatures in suits of armour, I think their name was Big Hero something.” Shego then said filing her nails. “Hm, sounds like the local heroes, our benefactor warned us about.” Drakken pondered.

“So what they’re amateurs, though that one in yellow was more of a challenge than the others.” Shego retorted.

“Never the less, if we have caught the attention of this Big Hero 6 we’ll need to tread carefully.” Drakken decided, “Still at least Kim Possible isn’t here.”

However he couldn’t be more wrong (again).

Soon at the San Fransokyo airport the Possibles and Ron had just disembarked from their flight and headed for the cab to take them to their hotel. On their journey they looked at the many skyscrapers and metal blimps hanging in the sky from cables, not to mention some of the animatronic promotional adds on the buildings. Soon the Possibles arrived at the hotel they would be staying in and everyone got settled in Kim had her own room as did her brothers and Ron. After getting settled in the family goes for an explore of the city.

However the whole time they were walking around there was one thing that didn’t escape Rons notice.

“I have not seen a single Bueno Nacho for miles in this city!” Ron complained. “Ron it’s so not the drama if this is the only city without one.” Kim tried to assure him.

“Uh a city without Bueno Nacho is a crime against HUMANITY!” Ron exclaimed. “Uh huh yeah!” Rufus agreed.

“Well sometimes it helps to be open minded, I mean look at that.” Kim then pointed out a small burger place with a giant sign that said Noodle Burger with its mascot Noodle Burger boy.

“Noodle burger?” Tim said. “This place is totally weird?” Jim agreed. “Noodles and Burgers, hm okay a little judgey.” Ron said pondering but Kim just rolled her eyes as she and the rest of the family explored the city. In the early hours of the afternoon as a cable car passed by down the steep roads the group soon arrives at a small Cafe and on top of it was what looked to be a living space.

“Hm, the Lucky Cat Cafe.” Ann read. “Sounds pleasant.” “Yeah I could do with a coffee.” Her husband agreed. They entered the Cafe and it had a green interior and on some of the walls were pictures of cats, coffee mugs and Japanese illustrations of lucky cat statues hence the name.

The Possibles and Ron soon took their seats at a table suited for six. After looking at the menu Anne got up from her seat. “Alright I’ll go take our orders.” Anne said as she went over to the counter. She then noticed a small white overweight cat with orange and grey spots on its face and back. It meows as he wakes up revealing cute green eyes.

“Aw hello there kitty.” Ann cooed stroking its head. “Hold on I’ll be right with you!” Called the barista. Said Barista wearing a black shirt blue jeans, orange pumps and has short brown hair with dark green eyes, she then went around multiple tables carrying a tray of food and drinks to each table shuffling between chairs. She then collected the empty cups at empty tables and heads back to the counter. However she nearly trips up and nearly drops the cups but manages to catch them all.

“Whew.” Cass said in relief. “Are you alright?” Anne asked as Cass got up. “Oh don’t worry, I’m…” Cass then looked at the customer who was concerned for her she saw a woman with short orange hair, blue eyes and wore a white doctors coat with purple heels. Something then clicked in Cass she looked at the woman and noticed that she looked a little familiar.

“Ann?” Cass said in surprise. Anne Possible was more than surprised to know someone knew her name but after looking at the Barista she too saw something familiar then it hit her.

“Cassie?” She said in surprise and Cass responded to a smile and a nod and they both got ecstatic looks in their eyes. “Oh my god!” Ann said as she pulled Cass into a hug who was more than happy to return it.

“I can’t believe it’s you I haven’t seen you since high school!” Cass said in amazement. “I know it’s been so long.”

“So what are you doing in San Fransokyo?” Cass asked. “Oh I’m here with my family.” Ann said gesturing to her family sitting at the table.

“Oh I have to meet them let me sort you guys out.” Cass said as she went to cook up some meals. Soon Cass served them their meals which were her famous Nachos which satisfied Ron and Rufus to say the least. They spent the rest of the afternoon chatting to each other and Anne told them how she knew Cass from her teenage youth.

“Seriously we were friends ever since freshman year, Cassie was always the best when it came to home mech class.” Ann said

“Yeah Anne but you were always the brightest in biology class.” Cass admitted. “Sounds like you two were regular peas in a pod.” Kim said. “Yes Kimmy we were.” Anne told her daughter.

“Kim.” Cass said and then realised Anne’s new last name. “Kim Possible that teen hero on the news?” Cass asked. “Yep that’s me.” Kim said humbly. “Yeah she can do anything!” Ron declared and Rufus chirped in agreement but then noticed Mochi and hid in Rons pocket in fright.

“I’m a little surprised you two let your daughter do these missions?” Cass whispered to Anne and James. “Well we were a little concerned at first but we realised our Kimmy cub can look after herself.” James said

“Well I wouldn’t let my nephew anywhere near that sort of thing.” Cass said. “Your Nephew?” James asked. “Yeah my Sister and brother in law’s child they died a few years ago and I’ve been his guardian ever since.” Cass explained in a slightly depressed mood.

Both James and Ann couldn’t help but look sympathetic towards Cass. Ann could only place a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry for your loss.” She said and Cass did crack a small smile.

Just then Cass saw someone heading for the Cafe and could tell in the window who it was. Entering the Cafe was a young boy about 14 years of age, with black messed up hair, brown eyes, wore a dark purple hoodie with a red shirt underneath with beige pants with grey and white shoes. He carried a grey back pack and was pulling what looked like a large red case.

“Hey Aunt Cass just got back from my study group.” Hiro said to his aunt and noticed that they had company.

“Ah Hiro perfect timing.” Cass said as she went over to bring her nephew to meet the Possibles. “This is my Nephew Hiro Hamada, Hiro this is Ann Possible and her family.” Cass introduced. “Uh hi nice to meet you.” Hiro said waving nervously.

“Well nice to meet you Hiro, this is my daughter Kim, my sons Jim and Tim and my husband James.” Ann introduced. “Oh and I’m Ron Stoppable, friend of the family.” Ron then pointed out.

Just at that moment the mention of the word ‘Possible’ made Hiro realise who he was taking to.

“Possible, Dr.James Possible the rocket scientist!” Hiro realised

“ Yes that’s me.” James said “Wow I, I’ve heard about your work in rocket science development it’s amazing.” Hiro said shaking his hand. “Why thank you.” James said humbly. “So what high school do you attend?” Ann asked.

“Oh I actually attend at SFIT.” Hiro said much to the surprise of the Possibles and Ron. “Wait you attend university?” Kim said in surprise, “But aren’t you supposed to be in high school at fourteen?”

“Actually I graduated high school at thirteen.” Hiro explained. “Why you a super genius or something?” Ron asked jokingly. Hiro responded with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his face indicating that was a yes.

“Oh my god he is!” Ron said in complete surprise. “Sweet!” The Tweebs said in unison. “Okay so what’s your specialism?” James then asked. “Robotics” Hiro said

Suddenly they hear a yelp from Aunt Cass who was back behind the counter cleaning the espresso machine but accidentally set off the steam burning her right hand.

“Cass are you alright?” Ann said in worry. “Yeah just a small burn ow.” Cass said but before anything else happened a small beep emerged from the small red case and it opened to reveal a white deflated object which then inflated into a large round white robot with black circular eyes and a line between them. The Possibles, Ron and Rufus were all bewildered by this development.

The robot stepped out of its charging port and began waddling towards Aunt Cass it hit a loose chair in the cafe. The robot turns to see the chair, picks it up and moves it to the left of the room removing the obstacle in its path. The robot then walked up to Aunt Cass and Ann.

“Hello, I am Baymax, your personal health care companion.” He said with a wave. “I was alerted to the need for medical attention when you said, ow.”

“Whoa!” Jim breathed. “On a scale of one to ten how would you rate your pain?” Baymax asked Aunt Cass as small emoji icons of different moods from calm to painful appeared on his chest in a scale of one to ten.

“Uh about a four Baymax.” Cass answered. “Hold still while I scan you.” Baymax said and began scanning Aunt Cass and soon deduced the problem.

“Scan complete, you have a slight burn on your left hand, icing the area is recommended.” Baymax then placed his hands on Aunt Cass’s left hand cooling it with his built in cooling packs.

“Amazing, a robotic nurse.” Ann said in surprise. “Yeah this is Baymax one of my robots.” Hiro explained. “Wait wait you built him?” Tim asked. “Well I can’t take all the credit it was all my brothers invention, I just made a few improvements.” Hiro then explained.

“Your brother?” Kim then asked. “Yeah, Tadashi.” He then said but sounded a little saddened. “Well this is quite impressive I can’t wait to meet him, where is he now.” James then asked.

However both Hiro and his aunt looked a little saddened when James mentioned that something that Kim noticed.

“I’m sorry but there was a fire at the SFIT showcase a few months ago and, now he’s gone.” Hiro then said. This shocked everyone in the room even more.

“Oh, Cass I’m sorry I heard in the news there was a fire but I didn’t think.” Ann then remembered the news cast about the fire even in Middleton. “Yeah but it’s okay he wanted to help people he made Baymax to do that.” Hiro then explained.

“Those who suffer a loss require support from friends and loved ones.” Baymax then explained. “Okay but how did he make this robot?” Tim then asked. “Yeah best guess he’d have to make sure it knew what medical treatments to perform.” Jim agreed.

“Hm very observant.” Hiro then said pressing on Baymax’s access port located on the left side of his chest to reveal the port for data chips and one was inserted it was green and had a doctors symbol on the side of it along with the name Tadashi Hamada.

“Tadashi programmed him with over ten thousand different medical methods, creating Baymax’s health care matrix making Baymax, well Baymax.” Hiro explained which astonished the Tweebs even more.

Kim took a look at Baymax and poked him to feel the material he was made from.

“So, vinyl?” Kim asked. “Yeah he wanted a more none threatening huggable sort of thing.” Hiro explained.

“I see to better comfort the patient.” Ann said to which Hiro nodded.

“Well its kinda cute, for a walking marshmallow, no offence.” Kim then said

“I am a robot, I cannot be offended.” Baymax then said. Kims father then took a look at Baymax’s face to examine the cameras. “Hm, hyper spectral cameras.” James observed “Perfect for scanning.”

Jim and Tim then pressed their faces into Baymax to have an ‘inside look’. “Whoa titanium eco-skeleton” Jim observed. “No way it’s carbon fibre.” Tim corrected. “Yep even lighter.” Hiro said.

“Look at those actuators!” Tim said, “Yeah how’d you get those!” Jim agreed. “Tadashi made them on campus Baymax can lift over a thousand pounds.” Hiro then explained and the tweets jaws dropped.

“So lifting disabled or injured patients needn’t be an issue.” Kim observed. “Yep.” Hiro answered “Or to carry a large tone of Nacos!” Ron added “Mmm Nacos!” Rufus chirped and then Baymax looked at the hairless rodent.

“Your pet is hairless.” Baymax observed. “Uh yeah he’s a naked mole-rat.” Ron explained to which Baymax tilted his head and blinked.

“Say, what kind of batteries does it use?” Tim asked. “Oh it used to use lithium ion, but I upgraded it to super capacitors.” Hiro explained. “Smart, charge faster and hold more energy.” Jim said. “hm fellow younger geniuses.” Hiro soon caught on.

“You have no idea.” Kim said rolling her eyes.

Soon it was getting late and the Possibles and Ron took their leave and headed back to the hotel. In her hotel room Kim was reading a magazine having some downtime. Suddenly the Kimmunicator’s ringtone sounded off and Kim answered it and it was her super genius gadget builder Wade on the line.

“Go Wade.” Kim answered. “Hey Kim how’s San Fransokyo?” Wade asked “Well it’s certainly been interesting.” Kim said. “Well its actually a good thing your there.” Wade began, “Cause I’ve been hearing about a string of break ins at tech facilities in the city.”

“Any suspects?” Kim asked. “Well nothing conclusive but I’ll look into it and find out more.” Wade decided. “Please and thank you, until then I’ll keep an eye out.” Kim said before closing the line.

Elsewhere in a darkened room several monitors lit up the room and looking at them was a man who wore a grey turtle neck under a black waist coat with one left pocket light black pants and black shoes, he has pale skin with ice blue eyes, black hair with a red streak in it.

He looked to a monitor showing footage of Shego breaking into a Keri tech facility and later fighting Big Hero 6 with her powers. Obake watched with interest at this mysterious newcomer.

“Hm, interesting.” Said Obake and the left side of his face began to glow in a neon purple light.

End of Chapter 1

Well that's the first chapter of the story wrapped up and if it wasn't mentioned in the intro the time frame is season 1 of Big Hero 6 the series and Seasons 2-3 of Kim Possible. I do welcome feedback and if you think Obake is helping Drakken in his latest scheme don't be fooled appearances can be deceiving. I’ll have the next chapter up soon where our teen hero meets the rest of the team.

Until then To the Power of Six!

#Big Hero 6 the series #Baymax #Kim Possible #Cartoon Crossover #fan fiction #Hiro #Ron Stoppable #Gogo #Wasabi #Fred #Honey Lemon #Big Hero 6 #Stories #cartoons and comics #Disney #Disney Channel #fan art #Hero central

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hedgewolf-hunters · 5 years ago

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Short story

Gonna give a quick glimpse into the Hedgewolf Family past. Note that this takes place when Bane is about six, Drake and Scarlet are four, and Inferna was recently born.

The old town, greying and falling apart, except for Castle Blackstone, the ancient castle made of a special obsidian like stone with swirling galaxies within the stone. The main barracks which is going through a construction process, as shown by the large plastic tarp spliting a portion of the left most wing from the rest of a modern mansion. And the arena which seems to be in pristine condition, fresh red stones and all the torches around its outer and inner walls lit.

"Bane Wyvern Darkos! Get your tail back here with that ham!" A female voice calls out from the mansion/barrakcs. A five foot tall red dragon comes barreling out the front doors with a half cooked ham in its mouth. It opens its wings and leaps up onto one of the old roof's. Looking back its bright blue eyes sparkle at a group of amber and blue eyes. It smirks as it runs off deeper into town loosing tiles from the roof's.

Once it was a good distance from the house the dragon plopped the ham into its claws before sitting down and beginning to change into a two foot tall hedgewolf. The same red scales are now fur and quills. His horns have become two of his top quills with his devil horn like ears in front of them. Two quills going back normally and his two bottom quills behind his tan cheeks curving downward than back up at his face like rams horns. A small tuft of fur like hair standing up at his forehead. Fingerless gloves getting greasy from the meat and combat boots on his feet. His tail shrinks down from the long lizard tail to that of a wolf. His sky blue eyes shine as he lips his lips looking at the ham. His stomach growling rather loudly for someone of his size.

Bane finally sunk his teeth into the delicious looking ham and took a large chunk out from it. He chewed for a bit with a smile on his face than it went sour slowly as he spit the chunk back out. Instead of the redish pink of the ham in his hands it was now devoid of color and looked like grey matter. Bane growls glaring before he tosses the ham as hard as he can back the way he came.

"Whoa! Nice arm son, i see your weight training and practicing with Hyleia is getting better." A male hedgehog says stepping up next to Bane. His fur is a deep purple with serrated steel looking quills. He wears a black and red gi with a samuri sword at his hip and a pair of tabi on his feet. Bane glances up at the four and a half foot tall hedgehog than goes back to glaring across the abandoned city.

"Somethings the matter. What is it my young child?" The hedgehog asks. Bane huffs and pulls his face into his arms and knees up to his chest gesturing over to the pile of food he spat up. His father Strider looks at the pile confused for a second.

"What about the pile." Strider asks.

"I cant eat or taste anything these past two weeks. I try and it always comes back up, looking like that. Ive barely had anything filling now. Ive been sneaking Aunties protien bars for snacks but they dont do it anymore. I took the ham hoping to get something in my stomach but it just tastes like bile after the first few bites." Bane cries softly into his little enclosed space. His father hums softly to him and rubs his back between the two large spines. He sits there and lets Bane cry out his frustrations.

Half an hour later Bane is passed out sniffling in his sleep. Strider is petting his head as he rests in his fathers lap.

"Strider is he doing any better?" A cherry red four foot tall wolf asks coming up behind them. Her hair like fur is in a mohawk with a braid that reaches her lower back. Shes wearing a sleeveless leather jacket with biker gloves a grey pair of jeans and knee length boots.

"Yes Sky my dear, he hasn't cried this much since he nearly burnt down the house two years ago." Strider says to the wolf. Her sea blue eyes glance down to her eldest son and she kneels down next to her husband leaning against his shoulder. She takes over petting Bane's head as Strider wraps his arm around hers.

"We should call in Doctor Sylvain." Sky says.

"No Sky, you know how i feel about that man. Not to mention our own son has a distaste for him. Besides if worse comes to worse Aura should be able to figure out whats wrong with him after a few potions." Strider says.

"Strider i trust your sister and i dont like him either. But if Bane is sick or worse we need someone who can find out a little sooner than that." Sky says turning her attention to Stirder. He turns to her and his amber eyes glow as the black and white stripes on his quills do. Her own blue stripes under her eyes glow as well. He sighs and kisses her head.

"Fine we call him in the morning. But he does a routine check up and thats it." Strider says resting his head on hers. She smiles and pets his cheek.

"Good now lets get Bane back inside before he catches a cold out here." Sky says getting up. Strider hands the sleepy Bane to her so he can get up. But something odd happens when Bane touches his mothers arms. She has to kneel and hold him at arms length as she quickly runs out of breath and her own color started fading grey.

"That was a odd feeling." Sky panted out. She looks like she had just run several marathons and almost dehydrated. Strider picks up Bane and helps Sky lean on his shoulder.

"Maybe we should have the Doc check you out too. Its been five months since you blessed us with a fourth child but you shouldnt be this drained still." Strider says as they hop down two stories to the ground and walk back to the manor.

The next day Sky is preparing breakfast and seems to be at full strength again. She turns off the six stoves as she plates eggs, bacon, crescent rolls, and fruit slices (for the children). She puts her index and thumb inter her lips and makes a whistle loud enough for everyone to hear over the chaos of a noisey Saturday morning. A female dark purple hedgehog walks in wearing a sports top and shorts. Her quills tied into a pony tail that still reaches her thighs, with a similar stripe pattern Strider. Shes carrying a bottle feeding light pink hedgehog with three short quills snuggled into a bundle.

"Morning Aura, thanks for taking care of Inferna this morning." Sky says setting a plate down for her.

"No problem dear, after all what are sister in laws for." The hedgehog says. Sky smiles and pets her the light pink hedgehog head.

"Have you seen where my other three little pups disappeared too?" Sky asks. Aura shakes her head before both are clanching their teeth as a shreik fills the house. Shortly after a small maroon wolf looking boy with two small quills growing out the sides of his head in socks and fresh gloves runs through a wall laughing as he hides under the table.

"Oh no." Sky groans as a scalret wolf faced hedgehog comes barging into the room through the door.

"Momma! Drake hoked a luge into my hair!" The little girl exclaimed as she showed where the snot covered spit sat in her hair between her jer ears. The purple hedgehog does a spit take and chokes down her food in her mouth to catch her breath.

"Drake why would spit in your sisters hair?!" Sky exclaims as she grabs a napkin and trys cleaning it out her hair.

"Scarlet said she needed some gel to hold it back for practice today. So i thought to give her some." Drake giggles out from under the table. Scarlet glares at her twin under the table.

"Oh lady death give me strength. Drake we told you to stop these pranks so early in the morning. For that your Aunt Aura is training you today." Sky says. Drake rushes out the table and looks up at his mother with puppy eyes. Scarlet is now grinning.

"No Drake, you wont listen the first three times this will be your punishment. You ok with that Aura? Bane is basically doing strentgh and basics today anyway right?" Sky asks. Aura nods and sips some coffee from her cup.

"Yeah a few hundred laps to start should get the point across than some hand to hand for the rest of the day." Aura says.

"Morning ladies, Drake, i see your getting into trouble already. Well have fun with Auntie today. So is Bane up yet?" Strider asks taking a seat. Drake and Scarlet shake their heads making Sky and Strider turn to each other worried. Strider gets up and leaves a purple streak across the dining room running up to the second floor where the rooms are located and stops in front of the door marked with claw marks and Bane carved into a piece of steel. He forces the locked door open and looks down to find a greying Bane curled up on the floor with a small spatter of blood coughed up on the floor. Cursing under his breath he scoops up Bane in his arms and runs downstairs.

"Sky call the doc tell him im coming in now and i have no time to waste." Strider says showing their eldest to her. Sky drops her plate and runs to the kitchen as Strider kicks into high gear and tears through the house and out the front door leaving slight burn marks across the floor.

Five minutes later nearly forty kilometers away in the city Trinitad a fox with a half sliced ear hangs up his phone. His fur is a bright orange and he is fuller in a round sense. Wearing a green turtleneck sweater and a white lab coat rounded black dress shoes and white gloves. He walks out to the front office.

"Sheryl dear we have an old patient coming in. Mrs. Darkos said her son isnt doing well. Could you please seat them and let them know ill be right out." The male fox says. A white female fox turns to him and nods. Dressed in a knee length flowing skirt, a blue blouse and one inch heels. Her grey eyes look dull from lack of sleep while his emerald eyes are the bright and awake.

"Your a little late on that one." Strider says from the door. He walks in carrying the raggedly breathing Bane. Both of them bolt up to look over Bane in Strider's arms.

"When did this happen?" Sylvain asks. Strider walks over and places him on the bed.

"This morning, last night he was complaining about not being able to eat anything and feeling sick every morning." Strider says turning with a grimace towards the doctor who has a sly smirk on his face.

"Heh i knew this was bound to happen without treatment." Slyvain says with a smirk. Strider grits his teeth and grabs the hilt of his sword in one hand and the foxes fat throat in the other.

"Now ive let it slide for the last five years of what you have been doing to my son because it kept him with us. I was even willing to come back here for treatment because he is deathly ill and you would know whats happening to him. So tell me whats wrong with him and what you can do or else i will make your blood boil inside your veins and come from every pore on your body!" Strider exclaimed pinning the fox to a wall. He struggles for a few seconds trying to regain a little air from the deadly grip on his throat.

"Its chaos deficiency." He gasps out before strider drops him to the ground.

"Your son has a severe case of Chaos energy deficiency. I dont know why all i know is that he needed more energy than his body had so i injected him with Chaos energy rich supplements. When you pulled him from the visits a little year ago i knew sooner or later his body was going to run out of the energy he stored so far. This is the end stages of his energy hitting bottom." Sylvain gasps out catching his breath.

"Still doesnt explain while he has been spitting up grey food stuffs, or how you can help him." Strider growls out beginning to pull his katana from its sheath. While strider was handiling her husband and boss Sheryl decided to clean up bane a little, wiping the blood and what not from his mouth and fur. Leaning over him a necklace she has hidden under her top touches Bane. The necklace is made of gold and Chaos jewels, gemstones that have a very finite chaos energy charge stored within. As the jewels pass over him Bane gasps and coughs violently as the energy is sapped from the jewels and into Bane visibly by a green smoke trailing into him from the jewels placement. He regains his color and begins breathing normally as he remaims asleep now.

Both men turn as soon as Bane began coughing. Strider watches in hopeful interest while Sylvain watches in mock interest at the show.

"Sheryl how did you do that?" Strider asks her in a hushed tone not wanting to wake Bane at the moment. She backs up as the last wisps of energy leaves the stones.

"I didn't. I cleaned him up and his body just started collecting energy on its own." She says. Before anymore questions can be asked a female voice begins a zslow maniacal chuckle. Banes fur turns from red to black, his fur hardens into scales, his quills recede into his body leaving the two horn like quills to turn into actual horns. His body grows a foot and a half with his claws becoming sharper and his hair growing longer till it reaches the small of his back. He slowly sits up as his body changes from male to female with a small bust. A old looking white tunic appears to cover her as the body finishes its changes with the eyes, turning from sky blue to blood red. Her muzzle is slightly longer with teeth protruding slightly from the top down.

Once the change is done everyone takes a step back away from the now felmale dragon. She chuckles lightly smiling as she rotates her neck.

"Mmmm, that nap was good. Six years of being half and half really did help." The female says nreathing a sigh of relief as the pressure in her neck loosens. She bends down to touch her toes and then leans back getting several pops from her bones.

"Who are you and what have you done with my son!?" Strider exclaims holding his katana again ready to strike. She smirks and looks at him through one eye.

"Oh relax Strider, your son is perfectly fine. Hes currently taking his own nap inside of me as i was doing him." She says stretching her arms.

"What do you mean napping inside of you like you were him?" The doctor asks.

"You can keep your damned trap shut lard lad, the way you treated this boy was bad enough i might just retaliate for the family. Otherwise to answer your question, what did you think was gonna happen injecting the boy with repeated doses of my blood? You think it wasnt strange that the dragon blood you had only worked on him and none of the other children you tried using it on?" She asks with a sly smirk. Strider glares at the fat fox ready to take his head in a single stroke.

"Mind if i ask what your name is miss?" Sheryl asks. The dragon turns to her something of pity or regret for her flickers in the dragons eyes.

"My name is Drain. I was a cosmic dragon that died in my sleep so to speak and i can tell you more about the boys condition better than anyone else could." She says.

(Thats the end of this story. Whoof i didnt expect to keep going this long. But i know this isn't alot about the entire family, each short story will be about a family member in general as this one was about Bane mostly and one of his more dangerous abilities. To make this short its called a chaos siphon and it allows him to take store and redistribute chaos energy. He also can switch out with drain at a moments notice if his own energy levels are too low. He can only absorb through contact such as skin to skin/fur to fur or pulling energy from a jewel filled with energy. It also has a limit which triggers an overdose sending him into a hyperactive feral state or creating an armor and weapon set of the energy hes taken. Well i hope you all enjoyed it anyway.)

#sonic au #sonic oc #ask blog #my ocs #short story

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secretshinigami · 7 years ago

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Title: Your Father’s Son Author: @translightyagami (aka james, lmao) For: @abbadon-abandon Pairings/Characters: Light Yagami, Soichiro Yagami Rating/Warnings: Gen, No Warnings Prompt: Soichiro and Light Male Bonding time after Light comes out as trans Author’s notes: Ahhh this one was fun to write. I’m always a fan of tooling around with the Yagami family and Light is the most trans man character in the world. i hope that you enjoy this bc i enjoyed writing it :)

Light examined the scar on his knee. It was healed over after a month but still echoed the torn skin, the fresh blood and the dark mark left on the green tennis court. Eyes trained on that scar, he heard his father’s voice as background music to his own thoughts. Nothing being said to him stuck to the insides of his ears, instead floating in and out of his consciousness without any attention paid.

A hand shook his shoulder and Light glanced up to his father’s face.

“Light,” his father said. “Tell me again. Why are you quitting tennis?”

“I’m just not interested in it anymore.” Light shrugged and reached down to pick at his scar. In the summer sun, his binder started to squeeze his ribs, all slick with sweat. The outdoor café they sat at had a scattered amount of tables—about six from what Light could see. Each one had a bright umbrella cast over it and white painted metal chairs. Light’s own chair creaked when he moved as though in pain from the slight weight of him pressing down on it.

“It just isn’t like you to quit,” his father continued and folded his arms onto the table. He leaned forward with his glasses covered by a sharp sun glare. Without the cue of his father’s eyes, Light fidgeted, hand still on his knee, and tried to place his face into the correct position. “You’ve never asked to leave anything else.”

“Yeah.” A waiter passed them carrying a tray with two tea cups. Their quaint and girlish pink appearance sent a spike of derision through Light’s spine. His father had taken him to this café before, on his tenth birthday, and given him a charm bracelet with a tiny tennis racket dangling from the chain. He brought his hands to the table. “Well. I need to focus on my studies anyway. High school is soon.”

His father tilted his head down and his eyes became clear again. A long look of concern pulled at his features that Light didn’t enjoy seeing. Concern wasn’t a good look on his father, not when it was directed toward Light.

“Is this because of your—,” his father hesitated and sighed. “Are you quitting because of this whole transgender thing?”

Over a few years, the prickle of embarrassment that followed any mention of “the transgender thing” faded, but still the feeling ran over Light’s skin. The words bounced off his bones until they landed, heavy, in the pit of his stomach. Shame welled in the back of his throat, but Light swallowed it and met his father’s eyes. At a different table, a group of girls sang happy birthday to their friend.

As Light readied himself to answer, a waiter slid to the side of their table. His slicked back hair revealed a tall forehead speckled with pimples. Summoning more politeness than he liked, Light kept his attention on the man’s nose to avoid staring. His father, hands tucked together and body too large for the chair he sat in, regarded the waiter with a cool, nearly disappointed air. Obviously, he hadn’t expected to be interrupted just yet.

“Hello,” the waiter said. “I apologize for the wait. Seems there’s a lot to celebrate today.”

“Hm.” Light watched his father’s serious expression remain unchanged.

“So. What can I get for you today?” The waiter gulped nervously before pulling out an order pad.

“Oh.” Light took the small menu from the center of the table and flipped it open. His hands shook just enough to jumble the small printed words, his mind still occupied by the previous, unfinished conversation. Without having read a single thing, he shut the menu and passed it to his father. “I’ll have a small coffee, please.”

“Light.” His father’s voice was stern. “You’re too young for coffee.”

“Dad. I’m thirteen,” Light said. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”

“Hm.” Setting the menu down without a glance, Light’s father spoke to the waiter while still staring at Light. “I’ll have the same as my son.”

“Ah. Yes.” The waiter cleared his throat and, when Light chanced a look, his eyes were flat with discomfort. At the back of Light’s neck, his long hair, just brushing the collar of his shirt, was heavy as a rope pulling him down. He sat up straighter, back rigid, and fixed a tepid gaze on the man. His father gave out a strong, pointed cough. The waiter snapped back to him and a sanguine smile pasted over his surprise. “Two small coffees. I’ll be back soon.”

The waiter scrambled off with the shifting steps of a lizard chased into grass. Light’s lip twitched, still held in stiff obligation, but the line of it weakened upon looking at his father. Brow heavy over his dark, focused eyes, Light’s father’s face barely shifted as he regarded his son. He brought his intertwined hands to his cover the lower half of his face with elbows propped on the table.

“You shouldn’t feel like you have to hide things from me,” his father said. “You can be honest about why you’re quitting. I’ll understand.”

In the sky, a cloud trail spelled out nothing but a long line spun from a tiny jet. Light held his hands in his lap, fidgeting with the urge to gnaw savagely on his nails. Oh, if only his reasons were so normal as to be about his transgender issues. Those would be digestible for his father and fill in the appropriate gaps. After all, wasn’t he supposed to suffer for his identity? Wasn’t that the correct narrative to write out in the blue sky in clouds near ephemeral in their texture?

The truth was Light quit because he was bored. He was bored of winning every match against girls who could hardly hold a racket let alone place an actual shot. He was bored of always hearing them talk about pop idols instead of proper backhand grip and bored of the mind-numbing lack of effort it took to be the best. It wasn’t worth it, really, when there wasn’t any challenge. But boredom wasn’t enough of an excuse to trot out, not the cruel pointed boredom Light had in his stomach. So he feigned a sigh and looked at the table. He thought for a moment about letting his lip protrude into a pout, but decided against it. Better not to play up any kind of childishness; it would be a distraction from the realism of his transgender plight.

“I just don’t feel right playing on the girl’s team.” Light tried to shake his voice into a slight melancholy, but the balance of it tipped into depression. Clearing his throat, he lifted his gaze back to his father and tried again. “It’s been really hard, you know, still wearing those skirts. I just don’t think I belong there anymore.”

“Oh.” Light’s father took a breath, a deep uncomfortable timbre lining his voice. Part of Light rolled his eyes in the back of his head. After an entire year of him being out to his parents and still rumbles, still the shudders of discomfort. His father squeezed one hand into a fist and then a smile, small and blindingly genuine, curled on his lips.

“Light,” he said. “You’re a very smart—,” here he coughed and then continued, “—young man. If you don’t fit on that team, we can always find a new one. Maybe there’s a boys’ league you can join.”

A throb of frustration pinched between Light’s eyebrows and he began to restructure his plan. So playing the transgender card wouldn’t work? Maybe he had to be short and blunt. Of course. He should have thought of that approach first; clear cut language was the only kind his father understood.

“I don’t want to play tennis at all.” Light kicked his feet against the rungs on the metal chair. Dull pings echoed from his motions. “I’m not interested in it anymore.”

“Not interested?”

“No.” Over his father’s shoulder, the waiter came into view with a plastic tray crowned by two white ceramic mugs. “I don’t like it.”

Expression carefully neutral, the waiter set a mug in front of Light and his father. As quickly as he came, the waiter folded himself up and walked off to a table of women laughing.

Light hooked a finger into the handle of his mug and turned it to face the right. He grabbed two French vanilla creamers then paused, attention flickering to his father, who had already started to sip his coffee black. Light dithered with the creamers between his fingers before dropping one back. A palatable silence laid flat over their table while Light poured his creamer in and then used his pinkie to stir his coffee into a light brown.

As he took his first drink, his father set his mug down and nodded absentmindedly.

“So,” Light’s father said. “What are you interested in?”

Light paused. His mind’s delicate gears squealed trying to find a quick answer but there wasn’t one. A great deal of things interested Light—architecture, the way people yelled in reality television shows, the way ants looked when you dripped water on them until they drowned. But none of those things held his attention for longer than a moment and even then he felt his interest fading in every interaction. He waited, coffee mug on the table and losing steam, until one gear turned and rang out the answer he needed.

“Mysteries.” Light looked his father in the eye. “I’m interested in solving mysteries.”

His father put a hand over his mouth and closed his eyes, still nodding. He breathed in deeply, features drawn in concentration, and Light felt off kilter. He’d introduced the subject in hopes that his father might take the bait and be led away from the topic of tennis. But now he wasn’t sure where the idea would take them.

Finally, his father took his hand from his face and met Light’s gaze. He wasn’t smiling but his eyes were so clear that Light felt important, recognized.

“There are a few cases at the department we’ve been having trouble with,” his father said. “We’ve been at them for a bit but haven’t made progress. I know you’re smart, Light, so maybe you’d like to help with them. If you have some time between your studies, of course.”

The beat of Light’s heart stuttered like a butterfly stopped in time. Working on a case? He took a long sip of coffee to hide the excitement welling up in his expression.

His father had never invited him to participate in something so adult with a not insignificant air of masculinity surrounding it. The police force, his father’s department, was a locked room with a handle that Light’s hands slipped on when he tried to turn it. All those men with their backs turned to him, only acknowledging him in passing “what a smart girl” comments that made Light’s palms grow slicker with a panicked sweat. Yet here was his father, holding the door open and telling Light to come inside.

“I do.” His voice cracked and Light winced at the horrible little peep. “I mean. I can make time.”

“Your help would be appreciated.” Reaching across the table, his father patted Light’s hand. “I know you’ll do well. You’ve always been good at figuring things out.”

The solid weight of his father’s hand on his sent a fidget through Light, but he remained still. He couldn’t jeopardize the good will he was being offered. Instead, he grew a soft smile with no teeth showing—perfectly harmless.

“Thank you, Dad,” Light said. “I won’t let you down.”

#fanfiction #submission #Super Star Sayu 2k18 #Light Yagami #soichiro yagami

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love-and-gloom-blog · 6 years ago

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Love and Gloom Chapter One

Rating: T for Teen

Contains: Adult language and situations

Summary: New York City there is thousands of people inhabiting it, including aliens, heroes, and villains. Mara and Neil, two college students attempt to survive this city. Both coming from broken homes, their hearts struggle to heal. They will soon encounter all sorts of people who are just as broken as them, but will their hearts grow stronger or break them down even more?

Main Pairing(s): Female OC x Eddie Brock/Venom - Male OC x Max Dillon/Electro

We hope you enjoy. <3

Chapter One: Mara Lovell

It was a cool October night when Mara Lovell and Neil Yūutsu finally brought up the last box into Mara’s new studio apartment in Vinegar Hill, Brooklyn. The brunette woman had finally left her abusive household and was now living on her own.

It terrified her.

As she took a long look around the apartment, she felt a strange mix of both anxiousness and relieving freedom in the lived-in flat. As she took it all in, the sound of a box dropping to the floor snapped her back to reality. “Finally we are done!” Neil stated and sat on one of the boxes containing books, wiping a tiny bead of sweat off his brow. “Your punk ass mother had to make things difficult by being all ‘woe is me, my daughter is leaving’ and shit.” He reached over to the counter top next to him, grabbing one of the many cans of his Tiki Punch he brought for what he called a ‘test of his strength and endurance’.

Mara rolled her eyes at him and sat on a box across from him. “Yeah… but thankfully we won’t have to deal with her anymore.” She said both ashamed and exhausted.

“No… YOU won’t have to deal with her anymore. Bitch ain’t gon’ try me again like she did today.” He said as he took a sip of the maroon-colored drink, earning another chuckle from the brunette.

Roxanne Red Lovell, formally Roxanne Red Stewart, now known as ‘punk ass mother’ by Neil, stopped Mara from getting most of her things from her mother’s house.

“I bought you those clothes, so they’re mine!” Her mother would yell, “The furniture too! Your father left it to me not you!”

“Vernon is gonna kick your ass if you talk shit about him just you remember that!”

Vernon was Roxanne’s boyfriend for thirteen years now. He was a meth head that frequently got high around the house, and took ecstasy with his friends which often included Roxanne. He did nothing for a living, just lived off of social security income for a reason that Mara didn’t care enough to find out about.

Mara looked over at a box of clothing sitting on the slightly worn couch. They were clothes that Helen Stacy had given her.

Helen was the mother of her best friends; Gwen Stacy. Helen gave the young college student Gwen’s old clothes when she heard that Mara was moving out.

“She doesn’t need these anymore… She’ll want you to have them.”

Gwen… It’s been a year since she died. The day that she was kidnapped by the mad supervillain, ‘The Green Goblin’, was one that Mara would never forget. Ludicrous name. He kidnapped her and threw her off the George Washington Bridge. The hero ‘Spiderman’, tried saving her but he ended up being the one who caused her death. The string of webbing he shot to save her caught her by the leg mid-fall, and the sudden stop broke her neck. Mara didn’t blame the Spider-Man for killing her friend as she would’ve died from the fall anyway, but she was not a fan of the wallcrawler either.

Her friend took a glance at his watch before standing up and taking a stretch, “I gotta head to work now, Sugar, they really need me tonight. Sorry that I have to leave so soon.”

Mara’s reminiscing was cut off by this, and she looked up at her bestie with her silver eyes, “No no! Don’t be sorry! Thank you for helping me with all of this.” She stood up and opened the box of Gwen’s clothes. “I know I can be a nuisance someti-.”

“You are not a nuisance, your mom is.” He interrupted as he walked over to hug her tightly, “Are you sure you don’t wanna just live with me and not alone?”

She smiled and hugged him back with a giggle, “I need to take care of myself for the time being.” The brunette then gave him a wink. “I appreciate the offer though.”

They let go of each other and walked towards the door.

“I understaaaand.” The Japanese student said as he shrugged his shoulders took a step out the opened front door. He turned around and smiled at his friend, “Take care of yourself, darlin’. Call me if you need anything okay?”

The French American smiled and stood in the doorway, “You know I will, take care. I love you.”

“Love you too girl. Byyye.” He said, throwing a peace sign above his head as he sauntered away down the hall.

Mara watched him before he turned the corner out of sight. She closes her apartment door and sighs, leaning back against it. She was finally free of her mother. After a moment of basking in her freedom, the woman grabbed her phone, adorned with a pink case with lizard designs, to check the time.

6:10 pm

“I guess I should organize a little before making dinner.” She said to herself before putting her phone back in her pocket, pushing herself off of the door, and walking back to stack of boxes to unpack.

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The next hour or so yielded some progress. One of the boxes she worked on contained literature she loved to read. Some included the Great Gatsby, A Little Princess, and of course Romeo and Juliet. She was quite fond of reading fantasy and romance novels, as she could easily escape her reality by diving into the pages for hours at a time. The college student looked across the room near one of the wide, worn windows and found the small old shelf Neil gave her as a moving gift. Smiling softly at its presence, she pushed it to the wall before stocking it with books.

One of the books slipped from her hands, the pages fluttering in the air before hitting the ground and expelling a small photo she once used as a bookmark. She hesitated, seeing that it was a book Gwen had given her a long time ago as a birthday present. Mara picked up the photo to see Neil, Gwen, and herself, smiling happily in front of one of the stone lions at the library. Looking down at the page the photo fell from, she read one of the quotes.

"’Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you. ’You have been my friend," replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.’”

As a teardrop fell and darkened on the page, Mara quickly put the picture back in the book and put it away.

“No, no… I can’t think about her now…” The brunette thought to herself sadly. She promised herself she wasn’t going to cry anymore.

“Let’s room together Mara, it’ll be fun. We can stay up all night watching Netflix with no curfew!”

Gwen was silly around her. Gwen was nice. Gwen was cool. Gwen was beautiful. Gwen was smart. Gwen was her best friend.

Gwen was alive…

The woman took the picture back out from the book and placed it up on the shelf, “We got our apartment Gwen. Just like you wanted.”

Tears filled her eyes and her heart felt heavy, “I always wanted to share this moment with you.” Her tears rolled down her face before she left the bookcase and went to her other boxes.

She opened another box and found her black case containing her glasses. Mara was colorblind, she had tritanopia meaning she was blue and yellow blind. She opened the case to see her broken glasses only containing one lens. It broke when Vernon threw them on the floor and crushed them because he was angry at her. Mad at her for what? She thinks it was because he thought she took his last beer when he was holding it in his hand.

He was also the reason she was colorblind. Mara used to see normal color but it all changed when Vernon came into the picture.

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When Mara was little and still lived in California, she picked golden daisies for her mother. They were Roxanne’s favorite, because she loved the color yellow but mostly because it came from her one and only daughter.

Around the time she was six, her mother and father divorced. At seven, Roxanne took her to live in New York to be far away from her father as possible. The mother took care for her child till she found Vernon and sadly Roxanne was a weak woman. She felt like she needed a man in her life to show her affection. When Mara was eight Vernon moved into their house, he used to be nice till he moved in of course.

One day when the eight year old was walking home from school she found some golden daisies and picked them for her mom. It was a nice day, school was fun, and her artwork was placed on the classroom’s wall. What a great day it was.

But when she got home Vernon was screaming in front of the house with a beer bottle in his hand. Mara was scared but she slowly walked towards him.

“Where the fuck is it then!? Where the fuck is my lottery ticket!?” He screamed stumbling around, “It had fifty fucking dollars on it!”

He then spotted the little girl and had a realization.

“You.”

She turned her head to look behind her, confused, she looked back at him. Her?

“You.” He pointed at little Mara with the hand that held the beer, “You took it you little shit!”

“No I didn’t.” She said scared.

“Don’t you dare lie to me!” He shouted grabbing her by the hair.

The girl screamed dropping the flowers for her mother on the ground and grabbed his hand, trying to pry it off of her brown hair. But that made him angrier. He smacked her head with the bottle which made her call out in pain and collapsed on her knees.

“MOMMY!!” She cried as she felt hot and cold liquid roll down her face.

Roxanne came out smoking a cigarette, disinterested but mildly annoyed.

“What?” She said plainly.

“MAKE HIM STOP!”

“Just give him his lottery ticket you fucking idiot.”

Mara’s eyes widened. What? Why wasn’t mommy helping her? Why would they think a eight year old took a lottery ticket? What did she do wrong?

“Yeah!” Vernon shouted, dragging her to the wooden beam and smacked her head on it. “Where is it!?”

The little girl saw stars.

He smacked her again, “Where is it you little shit!?”

Everything was fading away in black clouds.

Again it happened, shouting the same thing.

Blood dripped to the ground and vomit oozed from her mouth. Today was supposed to be a good day.

The little girl’s body went limp and her eyes went completely black.

She woke up in a hospital bed. Bandages wrapped around her head. Everything looked weird, the colors seemed off. She looked around to see a doctor talking to her mother.

“Your daughter was attacked when she was walking home? Where were you?” The lady asked.

“I was getting groceries with my boyfriend and I found my child on the floor doctor!” Roxanne said with tears rolling down her place, “Why would someone do this to a child!? I should’ve walked her home, but the school is just right across the street!”

She was lying. Why would a mother let that happen to a child?

Mara blacked out again, later she found out she went color blind. The head injury caused it. Vernon caused it, for a fifty dollar lottery ticket that he hid in his sock drawer the whole time.

Her world went grey, because of a stupid mistake and her mother didn’t help her.

The golden daisies turned white and she never picked them for her mother again.

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Mara slammed the case and glasses onto the ground in anger. She shouldn’t be remembering these bad times. She grabbed her phone to check the time again.

7:08 pm

“Food will make me feel better.” She said and looked through a box to find her rice cooker. She went to her small kitchen to place it on the counter and plugged it in. She filled the cooker halfway with water and placed three packets of ramen noodles in it. She closed it and put it to cook.

The colorblind girl looked around her small empty kitchen and then looked at the ramen, she wondered if the kitchen was going to get any use. It was most likely she’ll only eat instant ramen for a few months since she’s broke.

Money is saved up in her bank account, but for only a few months of rent. Some of her money was from her father who passed away when she was twenty. Her rent is only $800 a month, which is pretty cheap thank god, but the landlord will raise it to $850 around December.

If she is careful and save while working at her new job at a singing cafe called, ‘Purely Purple’, she should be A-OK.

“I’m going to die.” Mara mumbled as she sat on one of her boxes and waited for her rice cooker ramen to finish cooking.

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After she ate, Mara went back to unpacking. She unpacked her art supplies, her art, framed posters, pictures, she stopped unpacking when she found her scrapbook. The book was tan and had red text painted on it (it looked pink to Mara). The text was a quote from a book that she hadn’t read yet it said, “Maybe Memories Should Be Left The Way They Are.”

One would think the scrapbook would contain pictures of friends, but it contained newspaper clippings from the Midtown High School, the Daily Globe, and the Daily Bugle. Why? Because the articles were written by a man who she had a crush on since high school, Edward Charles Alan Brock. Mara had articles from Welcome to Midtown High! to Confessions of a Sin Eater. The college student always liked his writing, she buys a newspaper everyday just to see if he had written anything but the last few days she hadn’t bought any because of her moving situation. Maybe she could ask her friend Peter Parker if he could get them for her since he worked at the Daily Bugle as well.

Mara smiled as she went through the articles. Eddie Brock was and still is very popular with everyone, to her he was perfect in every way, but that could be that she’s in love. She imagined being with him but never attempted to actually ask him out, mostly because he already had his perfect girlfriend Anne Weying. Well… ex girlfriend now, they broke up two years ago.

Anne was Eddie’s life, he wanted to marry her and everyone knew that but Anne wanted to finish up school first before they do that. No one knows exactly why they broke up though. One would say that if you like him just ask him out, but Mara was a very shy person with very low self esteem, she doesn’t feel she was good enough for Eddie. Anne was an amazing girl, and how do you ask someone out who was set to marry the girl of his dreams? Was there a time of grief he still needed to do? Romantic relationships was indeed not her forte.

Mara wondered why he wasn’t dating anyone, maybe Anne was his one and only? Eddie was very handsome, goes to school, works at the Daily Bugle as a writer and part-time photographer. He’s a former football player, but when he stopped playing two years ago he gained some weight, he now has a belly and his cheeks were a bit chubby, yet he was still beautiful to the colored blind girl.

She flipped a page and saw the poem she wrote in high school, My Dear Football Player.

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My Dear Football Player

My dear football player how I love you so.

The way you look at me and make my cheeks glow.

Sweet eyes like stained glass.

That turns me into brass.

My love for you is but a prayer.

To hug and hold my dear football player.

In a black and white world your are most colorful.

And your smile is bright and so so meaningful.

If only you could be mine.

But someone else promised to love you till the end of time.

I just smile and wave.

And cherish the happiness you gave.

To me you are the world.

To you I am just an ordinary girl.

In the shadows I watch you craft.

And mourn for the dear football player I will never have.

Grey is my world, color is yours.

My eyes grow tired as the salt water pours.

I hate to say goodbye dear football player.

But I will never be yours, not even in my hopeful prayer.

-Midtown’s Silly Lizard

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Midtown’s Silly Lizard was a secret name when she anonymously sent poems for the school newspaper. The name had her initials on them.

Midtown Mara

Silly Stewart

Lizard Lovell

Though the student doesn’t have a middle name, she used her dad’s last name Stewart, which helped throw people off her trail, because the teens in that school wanted to know who made that pathetic love poem. Flash Thompson assumed the poem was about him and the girlfriend was Liz Allen. The witch hunt only lasted about a week and everyone forgot about it.

The only people who knew about it was Neil and Gwen. They encouraged her to show her more artistic side to the school, but the shy girl decided she would rather do it actual art form and not writing.

The brunette yawned and then checked her phone for the time.

10:53 pm

“I should get ready for bed.” She said softly to herself and looked around, she pretty much organized everything. She just needed a dresser for her clothes and she’ll be set.

Mara put her scrapbook in her shelf and grabbed the air mattress Neil bought her (that she will pay him back for later) and started to inflate it. When it was done she grabbed her African patterned quilt that her old lady friend Fae Miller made for her and grabbed one of her pillows, and placed them on the mattress. The curvy woman stripped to only her underwear and shirt and snuggled into the bed.

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Meanwhile in a facility in Newfield, New York.

“MIRANDA! MIRANDA!” A scratchy voice called out.

“Yes LouLou?” A young woman said in a doctor’s coat and holding a clipboard.

“MARA LOVELL MOVED. RESEND INVITATION.” The voice said.

The woman pressed her reading glasses back and walked over to the computer, “Thank you for telling me.” She typed on the keyboard and accessed into the system to go into Mara’s files.

Name: Mara Stewart-Lovell

DOB: 06/21/**

Height: 5’5

Weight: 158 lbs

Hair: brown

Eyes: silver

Social: ***-**-****

Address: 300 Quincy Street, Brooklyn, New York, 11216

Work: Purely Purple, 631 9th Ave, New York, NY 10036

School: Empire State University

Major: Fine/Studio Arts

Relative(s): Roxanne Red Lovell-mother

Disorder(s): tritanopia-color blindness

“Oh so she moved to Brooklyn?” The woman said before printing out her letter, “Nice place. Hope she isn’t with her mother, horrible woman according to my research.”

A green parrot flew and landed on her right shoulder, “HORRIBLE HORRIBLE! BAD MOTHER BAD!”

The researcher shushed the bird as she grabbed the piece of paper from the printer and wrote her signature.

“LouLou.” She said as she placed it in an envelope, “Give this to Richard.”

Green slime came out the bird and grabbed the envelope, it then slithered out the parrot which made the pet flapped its wings rapidly. The green ooze shaped itself to look like a slithering imp and skittered away.

“Hi.” The bird squawked and nibbled her hair, it can’t say proper sentences without its parasitic friend.

“Mara Lovell, with your help we can change the world.”

“Change!” The bird squawked earning a smile from the woman.

“Yes, for a better world.” She said as she softly patted her parrot’s head.

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As Mara slept she started to dream.

The silver eyed girl was sitting on a bench at Central Park. She breathed in the fresh air and smelled the fresh cut grass and hotdogs being sold around her. It was peaceful.

She then saw her friend Neil in the middle of the field with Gwen Stacy and Peter Parker. Mara smiled brightly as she went to get up and run to her friends but she couldn’t move.

A look of puzzlement spread on her face as she looked down to see she was chained to the bench. This struck fear inside her as she tried to yell for help but a breathless screamed came out, no one could hear the poor girl.

She tried to yell again but again no one heard and she started to sink into the concrete. She screamed but only a squeak came out before she was completely emerged in the darkness.

Mara tried to wake up, she struggled to breathe. Her limbs felt stiff and all she could muster is a twitch now again.

“Is this how people die?” She thought before realizing she was now in a dark room on a bed.

The woman got off the bed and noticed she was naked and when she looked at her body she was filled with large holes. Her body ached where the holes were, like she actually felt her body rot away.

The woman got off the bed and walked to the door and once she opened it, she appeared in the hallways of Midtown High School.

She looked around and saw some people she knew. The girl walked down the hall exposed and saw what they were doing. The high school jock Flash Thompson was making out with his girlfriend in high school Liz Allen and right next to them were Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy making out also. The boys however didn’t have their eyes closed like their partners, they were staring at a naked Mary Jane Watson who was laying sensually on the floor. The red head smiled confidently with her eyes closed as she laid there.

“Mary Jane!” Mara cried out and grabbed her arm, “Don’t let them look at you like that!”

Mary Jane opened her green eyes and glared at the empty girl, “Don’t be jealous that I receive the attention and you don’t. You are disgusting.”

“Mary Jane I know I am but you shouldn’t expose yourself like this!” The dreamer said almost in tears.

The iris’ in her friend’s eyes enlarged as she said, “You’re the one hiding secrets.”

⧫⧫⧫

Mara woke up in cold sweat.

“Oh god.” She mumbled sitting up and rubbed her aching arms. Mara could still feel where the holes were on her body. The dream was confusing and surreal, she didn’t understand it. What did dream Mary Jane meant about ‘hiding secrets’, Mara didn’t have secrets…

“I don’t have secrets…” She murmured.

(She was in love with Gwen Stacy, that was a dirty secret.)

She lied, she did have secrets. Secrets the college student tried to hide.

(She’s hopelessly in love with Eddie Brock.)

“I have no secrets.” She told herself and laid back down.

(She fell for a person who scammed her.)

Mara was embarrassed about her secrets. Some of them she knows that Neil knew, but there was one she keeps from everyone.

(She thinks she deserved the abuse her mother and Vernon gave her.)

“This move stressed me out more than I thought.” She said as she laid on her side and went back to sleep.

(And the biggest secret of them all… she is broken.)

⧫⧫⧫

Mara woke up around 11:00 am. She missed a few texts from Neil and her friend Alma Alvarado. She yawned as she opened her texts.

Neil: Hey gurllllll. Got you dumplings. Come over when you can. (sent: 1:22 am)

Mara smiled, her best friend was so kind.

Alma: Hey, can you watch Kima Tuesday? I’m going to a party. Thx. (sent: 6:00 am)

“Huh? Alma I just moved in…” Mara muttered to her phone and quickly laid back down, “I don’t have time for that…” She fell back to sleep.

Then her phone rang. It played Please Don’t Make Me Love You from the Dracula musical. She groaned as she grabbed her phone to check the caller I.D. It was Neil. She picked up the phone and yawned, “Hello?” “Girl! It is 11:30, get your ass over here and eat your dumplings!” He stated over the phone.

Mara rolled on her side and stretched, “Okay, I’ll bike there in a few minutes.”

“Kay, don’t keep me waiting. I’m making breakfast.” The Asian said sweetly.

“Make coffee too please.” She said sitting up from the air matress. “I don’t drink coffee, there is no coffee.” Neil said, “I have juice.” “Aw. Learn how to drink coffee.”

“Learn how to live without coffee.”

“I can’t, it’s my essence.”

“Then find a new one.”

“I’m getting dressed right now, I should be there in an hour.” The woman said sitting up and looked for clothes to wear.

“Kay, I’ll be waiting. Love you.” “Love you too baby bugga boo.”

Neil hung up.

Mara looked through Gwen’s old clothes. She could almost still smell Gwen’s perfume on them.

“Thanks, Gwen…” She muttered and took out a green and black striped blouse, a pair of blue jeans, a red belt, a pair of green socks, and a pair of black sneakers.

“No underwear or bras…” She mumbled, “I need to buy some.”

The brunette got undressed and wore the outfit she picked out (without undergarments) and then brushed her hair. She then grabbed Gwen’s signature black headband and placed it in her hair. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she saw Gwen.

“This is creepy… I look like an obsessed stalker.”

Perhaps she was, but who stalks a dead girl?

Mara grabbed her phone to check the time. 12:03 pm

“I gotta go.” She thought to herself, grabbing her old brown leather bookbag and old white bicycle and head out of the flat. The woman placed the bag in the basket before rolling it down in the hallway towards the elevator. Once she went down she left the building and started biking to her friend’s apartment.

⧫⧫⧫

It was a nice day for a bike ride in New York. It was sunny but wasn’t too hot, there was a slight breeze. What a nice day to go biking.

She smiled as she turned into an alleyway to avoid the streetlights. When Mara was halfway down two men came out from a doorway from the wall and stood in the way.

“Oh shit..!” She muttered knowing the men planned to mug her, the alley was too narrow for her to turn her bike around so she quickly got off, snatched her bag, and ran.

But there was a man behind her.

“Hey little lady, where you think you’re going?” The man asked taking steps towards her making Mara take steps back.

“Please just let me go.” The woman said scared.

“What? Let you go?” The second man behind her said. “Why was a lovely young lady like you going down in a old alleyway anyway?” The third man said smirking, “Just screaming for someone to grab you.”

Mara took a deep breathe and gathered all the courage she could muster and yelled, “Leave me alone!”

The man in front of her laughed, “Did you hear that boys? She’s being so rude to us! Should we punish her?”

Hearing that her body felt numb. She had to escape. Mara attempted to run past the man in front of her but her just grabbed her and his friends rushed behind her.

“Oh no, you can’t leave.” He stated.

Mara struggled and yelled, “LET ME GO!”

One of the men behind her covered her mouth and whispered harshly, “Not till we have fun with you girlie!”

“That’s what you think!” Someone said, but it didn’t sound like a person, it sounded like a monster.

A figure jumped off the wall and landed on its feet. The three men stumbled back and screamed in fear, Mara’s eyes widened, it really WAS a monster.

It was seven feet tall and huge! It’s skin looked like black tar smoothed on a bodybuilder’s body, with a large white spider printed on it chest. The monster’s teeth were razor sharp with large amounts of saliva oozing from its mouth, it had what seemed like a permanent, demonic smile, and its eyes were pure white blotches, emotionless, but so sinister looking. Its stare just pierced the souls of the four humans in front of it.

“Despicable villains, threatening an innocent! We hate scum like you!” The monster stated lifting its muscular arm up and shot white webbing at the chest of the criminal standing in front of Mara, and pulled him fiercely towards him. The man screamed before the monster punched him in the face, knocking the man out stone cold and fall to the floor.

“O-Oh my God..!” Mara thought shaking staring at man that fell to the ground, he didn’t move, was he dead?

“LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!” One of the men shouted, before he and his friend started to run the opposite of the demonic spider.

Mara wanted to run but she was petrified. What did this demon want with them?

“Not so fast!” The creature said shooting webs from its hands again. The webbing wrapped around the men’s legs and it pulled them harshly, making them scream as they fell face flat on the ground. Then the monster started to drag them towards it, “We’re not done with you quite yet!”

“Oh God please--! Someone help us!” One of the men shouted as they were dragged.

The other man clinged onto the college student’s leg tightly making her yelp as she fell on the floor and dragged with them.

The monster sneered as he snatched the man who held onto Mara away, forcing him to let go of her.

“You scum! It is too late for you to beg for help, you poltroon!” The monster stated before its long slimy tongue slipped out of it mouth and licked the scared criminal’s cheek, “Did you know we like brains?”

“Brains!?” Mara thought horrified covering her mouth with her hands.

The man stared at him terrified, tears leaked from his eyes, and his heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest, “P-Please! I-I’m s-s-sorry!”

“Too late for atonements we’re afraid.” The monster said simply as it’s oily skin crawled onto the man’s face and covered in completely, “Hurting the innocent is the most hideous sin, my boy.”

The woman and the other man watched in horror as the man struggled and thrashed in midair. He kept struggling till he went limp and the spider man dropped him to the ground.

Limp and lifeless, just like his friend next to him.

The last man was shaking, he and the girl next to him couldn’t comprehend what exactly was happening. A strong smell waft through the air, it smelled like urine. Mara looked at the man next to her, he pissed himself. Oh God, it was so weird seeing criminals being scared shitless… Well… pissless.

“Now for the last one.” The monster said glaring down at the two humans under it. It squatted down over the piss soaked man with its tongue out, “Mmm-Mm-Mm! We can’t wait to eat your brains.”

The man just shook in fear as the monster’s tongue and gave him a lick on his cheek. The third and last criminal fainted making the behemoth chuckle. It the grabbed the man’s body and and sprayed webbing on him to stick the man to the wall.

“Miscreants like you should not be done with so easily.” It said grabbing the other men and webbed them to the wall, “But we have to tend to the lady.”

“Tend to the lady!?” Mara thought as the monster turned to her, its eyes pierced her soul. When it took a step towards her, she got up and booked it. She did not want to die this way.

“Wait! Mara! Don’t be scared!” The creature shouted with its long muscular arm reaching out towards her.

Her mind went blank. It knew her name!? Distracted from her own confusion the young woman tripped over her bike and fell hard on the floor. Her bookbag slid away from her and Gwen’s headband fell off of her head. She felt pain on her right arm as she struggled to get up.

Mara then felt strong hands grab her from her waist and lift her up gently to her feet. Once the hands let her go she turned around to look at her savior.

“Who are you?”

“Sorry for being rude.” The monster said patting the top of her head, “We’re Venom.”

“Ve-Venom?” She whispered before remembering seeing him in newspapers.

Venom Lethal Protector! Venom the Alien Menace! Spiderman and Venom: Arachnids of New York!

“The… The Lethal Protector?”

The creature couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

“We see you’ve read the papers...” He said shaking his head, “...We don’t care for that title much.” The monster looked back up at the woman before noticing the scrape on her arm, “Poor thing. Here.” Venom then grabbed her arm and webbed the wound. “That’ll help it heal.”

“O-Oh…” Mara said rubbing her arm, “Thank you.”

“Where are you heading to?” He asked picking up her bookbag and headband.

“Crown Heights.” She answered as he gave her back her bag. She wore it over her shoulder.

“That’s not far from here, we’ll give you a lift.” He then placed the headband on her head.

The woman blushed and shook her head, “No that’s okay. I have my bike.”

“Nonsense.” The alien said grabbing her bike and webbed it to the wall, “We insist. We will take your bike home afterwards.”

“I appreciate the offer but---” She said as Venom lifted her up, “Ahhh!”

“We’ll get you there in no time.” He embraced her making her wrap her legs around his waist.

“S-Sir. I can go by myself.” Mara said before the black alien walked on the wall making her stare at the ground as they got higher and higher. She tried to find an excuse for him to put her back down, “Venom, we can’t just leave the men there!”

“The law enforcement will handle them.” He said simply as they reached the top of the building, “Hold on tight Mara.”

He then jumped from the building, making the college student close her eyes and held onto the spider for dear life. She felt his cold smooth skin against hers as he swung building to building. It was hard but yet he could expand it, like he was made of liquid marble.

To most people who didn’t live in New York would think that was ridiculous, but when you live in a city that had men made of sand, water, and electricity. So marble skin that could stretch wasn’t too far fetched.

They were both silent for a few minutes before, well the alien was singing a song. Mara believed the song was Mr. Telephone Man by New Edition. It was odd hearing a sweet song being sung by a deep voiced monster. It was terrifying.

When Venom finished his song he started humming. Curious of where she was, she opened her eyes to see the streets below her. Mara gasped and clenched her eyes back shut and wrapped her arms and legs tighter around her transporter.

The spider gave an awkward grunt as he continued to swing building to building, “Afraid of heights?”

“No… Just falling. (To my death.)” She answered with her eyes still closed.

“We’ll never let you fall.”

“Thank you… Good to know.”

“Being sarcastic?”

“No no! Just…” She gulped, “Just want to be put down.”

They were silent for a few moments, making Mara feel bad that she hurt her savior’s feelings.

“You can let go now.” Venom said.

“No no no! I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings!”

“You didn’t.” He said as he patted her back, “We’re here.”

The woman’s eyes snapped open to see that she was on top of a building, but the world started to spin so she closed them again.

“Dear lady.” Venom said awkwardly, “Are you still scared of falling..?” “... Yeah.” She admitted sadly, “Everything is spinning.”

“Ah, we see.” The hero said looking around not knowing what to do, “We’ll just sit you on the ground.” Venom’s skin expanded lifting her off of him and gently placed her on the ground.

She opened her eyes, she was still dizzy.

“Th-Thank you.” Mara said standing up but stumbled to the monster making him catch her, “S-Sorry.”

“No problem Mara.”

She moved away from him, “How do you know my name!?”

He was silent for a moment before answering, “We read your mind.”

The college student looked dumbfounded. Could he really do that? Well this is New York, anything can happen.

“So where do you live so we can deliver your bike there?”

The woman blinked before answering his question, with a question, “I thought you could read minds?”

“We’ll just leave your bike then.”

“So you don’t read minds?”

“We’ll leave now.” He said as he hopped on the ledge.

“It’s 300 Quincy Street in Brooklyn.” Mara said making him turn his head back at her.

“300 Quincy… Got it.”

He was about to jump off before Mara called out to him, “Oh Venom…”

Venom looked back at her, “Yes?”

“Thank you… for saving me.”

“No problem. Take care of yourself, Mara.” The man said with a grin (A bigger grin than usual.), before hopping off the building and swung away with his webbing.

Mara went to the edge and watched him till he was gone before realizing she was on the roof of Neil’s apartment building.

“Can he read minds or can’t he?” She asked herself before grabbing her phone and called Neil.

“Hello?” Neil answered.

“Hey uh, Neil? I’m on the roof.”

“The roof!? The roof of what?”

“Your apartment.”

“My apartment!?”

“Yeah. And I can’t exit the door, so can you open it for me?”

“How in the hell did you get on the roof!?”

“Long story, can you get me please?”

⧫⧫⧫

After Neil opened the door on the roof for Mara, they hurried to his apartment. She told him about getting mugged but being saved by Venom.

“Who?”

“Venom.” She answered earning a stare from Neil.

“The Lethal Protector?” She said earning silence. The woman sighed and grabbed her phone and googled the hero. She faced the phone to him that had a picture of the spider creature standing on a rooftop with his tongue out.

“That’s a lot of man…. But a whole lot of ugly.” The oriental student said simply as Mara put her phone away.

“He is rough around the edges but he’s nice… I just can’t look at him for a long time.”

“Because he’s ugly.” Neil stated.

“Y-Yeah.” Mara nodded.

“Like… I don’t mind him using his tongue on me, he just needs to wear a bag over his head and I’ll call him daddy.”

Mara laughed, “Eww. No thank you.”

The male student chuckled before stating, “You’re not going home tonight, you’re sleeping with me.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s a blessing to sleep with me girl!” He stated before grabbing plates of food, “Also I don’t trust you being alone after all of that. You’re sleeping here tonight, come with me to school, then I’ll walk you home.” He then placed a plate of pancakes, sausage, and eggs in front of her.

“You know, I don’t mind. I felt lonely in the apartment anyways.” The silver eyed girl said, “But what do I do for clothes?”

Neil smirked devilishly, “We don’t wear clothes here.”

“I do.”

“Fine. I have a spare skirt and turtleneck in a box.”

“Where did you get that?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Kay.” The girl said simply before she started to eat the breakfast her friend made, it was delicious.

Later they watched movies and shows together till it was time to go to sleep. Mara wore Neil’s shirt and shorts to bed in his spare bedroom and quickly fell into slumber.

With a day she had, sleep was a must.

She enjoyed her sleep before Neil woke her up in the morning, shaking her shoulder.

“Mara! … Mara!”

Groggily she woke up confused, “Wh-Wha---”

“Look!” He stated before showing the front page of the Daily Bugle Newspaper.

She rubbed her eyes before examining the paper. It had a picture of Venom swinging around a building, holding her bike. The colorblind girl then looked at the headline.

Venom Steals Bike!

“Oh my fucking God…”

#fanfic #venom #electro #max dillon #eddie brock #spiderman #Love&Gloom

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staringatthesky11 · 7 years ago

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From whilewewereyetsinners

Okay, here we go.

last

1. drink - Pepsi max 2. phone call - Troy, my husband, wanting to know if he should bring lunch home 3. text message - my sister, wanting to know when the kids are back at school 4. song you listened to - Little Lion Man - Mumford and Sons 5. time you cried - yesterday, I burned the back of my hand on the lizard’s heat lamp and it hurt so much while it was being dressed that I had tears absolutely pouring down my face

ever

6. dated someone twice - no (if this means break up and get back together again? Or does it just mean go on more than one date with the same person? Because I’ve done that) 7. kissed someone and regretted it - yes, kissed someone and they were a horrible kisser so I was very sorry 8. been cheated on - yes, although I only found out after we’d broken up and he told me 9. lost someone special - yes 10. been depressed - yes, I have bipolar type 2, which for me manifests mostly as periods of severe depression. But I’m treated and medicated and doing pretty good right now! 11. gotten drunk and thrown up - only about twice, which is somewhat surprising when you consider how often I got drunk at uni

fave colors

12. blue 13. purple 14. green

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends - yes 16. fallen out of love - no 17. laughed until you cried - yes 18. found out someone was talking about you - no, although probably someone was at some point! 19. met someone who changed you - no 20. found out who your friends are - i don’t have that many friends, but the ones I go have a good

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - no

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - all of them, although I have to say that I never use facebook 23. do you have any pets - we have a dog- Luna, two cats - Ootchy Mootchy and Nemesis, two guinea pigs - Charles and Amadeus, and three blue tongue lizards - Sebastian, Orlando and Elizabeth 24. do you want to change your name - my name is so generic I wish my parents had been a bit more creative, but it’s too late to change it now 25. what did you do for your last birthday - it was Christmas day, so we got up early and opened presents and then spent the day at home, just Troy and the kids and I. it was lovely. 26. what time did you wake up today - about 10.30 - I love school holidays 27. what were you doing at midnight last night - sleeping 28. what is something you can’t wait for - the children to be back at school and me having a day of peace and solitude at home 30. what are you listening to right now - the movie Diary of a Wimpy Kid - the Long Haul is playing 31. have you ever talked to a person named tom - yes 32. something that’s getting on your nerves - the dog whining at the plate of chicken left from dinner that is on the bench because she wants to eat it 33. most visited website - Tumblr or Instagram 34. hair color - brown (and an increasing amount of grey) 35. long or short hair - long 36. do you have a crush on someone - no 37. what do you like about yourself - I’m kind and thoughtful of other people 38. want any piercings - nothing I’m going to get done 39. blood type -A negative 40. nicknames - nothing that anyone uses on a regular basis 41. relationship status - married 42. zodiac - Capricorn 43. pronouns - she/her 44. fave tv shows - Game of Thrones, Seinfeld, The Block, some seasons of American Horror Story 45. tattoos - two, an abstract tree of life with six flowers to represent my family (two pink for my daughter and I, four blue for my husband and the boys) on my left inner forearm, and the words bella mira (which roughly translates as beautiful wonderful) on my right inner forearm 46. right or left handed - right 47. ever had surgery - yes 48. piercings - ears 49. sport - no thank you 53. drinking - occasionally 54. i’m about to watch - Still watching Diary of a Wimpy Kid 55. waiting for - bedtime 56. want - a smooth start to the school year this week 57. get married - sixteen years! 58. career - I’m a currently not working primary school teacher

which is better

59. hugs or kisses - hugs 60. lips or eyes - eyes 61. shorter or taller - taller 62. older or younger - it depends - better for what? 63. nice arms or stomach - arms 64. hookup or relationship - relationship 65. troublemaker or hesitant - I don’t even know what these questions are supposed to refer to

have you ever

66. kissed a stranger - yes 67. drank hard liquor - yes 68. lost glasses - if I don’t have them on my face I can’t see, so the only time i’ve lost them is when I knocked them off the bedside table and then couldn’t see to find them 69. turned someone down - yes 70. sex on first date - not really 71. broken someones heart - only my kid when i said she couldn’t get on a plane to Sydney to go and see a musical! 72. had your heart broken - yes 73. been arrested - no 74. cried when someone died - yes 75. fallen for a friend - no

do you believe in

76. yourself - yes 77. miracles - yes 78. love at first sight - no 79. santa claus - I am Santa Claus, it’s one of my favourite roles 80. kiss on a first date - yes 81. angels - no

other

82. best friend’s name - Troy 83. eye color - blue 84. fave movie - Muppet Christmas Carol. And I also have something of a weakness for High School Musical 85. fave actor - don’t have one

#this is me #this is my life

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kosmiklove · 7 years ago

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Sakroem Wedding Thangs

I already know that Sakreomi weddings are a whole affair of colors. They usually take whatever would compliment the hair of the Sakroemi so it's what stands out. so Kos's dress - which is really more like a sari than anything else, layer and layer and layer of light silks - would have orange accents, but it would probably be another color. like pale yellow or white or blue.

The ceremony is a lot about a combining of intellect, of being united in the eyes of both the Creator, who makes all things, and The Void, to which all things must return. Finding someone who is made to journey the time between these two is very important, and duos are reveared on Sakroem for their combination of intellect and passion, much like the Advisor Royal, much like the Void and the Creator.

I get the feeling that Sakroemi courting is probably a lot like a test. if I can find a way to explain it

like. before you can marry someone, you have to prove that you know them to their family

what's your mate's favorite meal? what's their color? when's their birthday? all the way up to where did they get their name from? would they like kids? etc etc and then there's always "what does their hair color change to in this situation?" the Ultimate Test is the hair color one. tbh.

and it's not even something that the family would outright ask? it's more like

“if you don't know this, maybe rethink binding your souls in the eyes of our deities”

((I have an image of Vinn telling her mom this, because her mom is a real hard ass and would want to make sure that this random off worlder is the one for her baby girl))

like she makes an offhand comment about "how can we trust him to know how Kos is feeling? He is Monotone"

which. I guess I'll find a word in Sakroemi later for that. but it means the hair doesn't change, or non-Sakroemi (Maahno)

and Vinn just. tries to be calm about it but he's been with Kos's family for a long time and they're not even really trying to be nice anymore. they're actively attempting to get on his nerves

and he just. goes on a rant about Kos and her hair styles, the way they change to green when she notices something that makes her suspicious, the pink that means she's embarrassed, the purple for when she cares for her friends, the shock of white when she's reminded of her great aunt, and always orange. orange and orange and orange when he makes her smile and orange when he rubs her back after a long day, orange when he walks into a room, orange when she smiles at him, orange orange orange

and her mom just smiles like "yeah okay he's the one"

or, more accurately, her mom stands up straighter and looks him in the eye and goes "I had a feeling it was you."

*clears throat* not that I'm obsessed with that idea or anything

Sakroemi weddings have two priests, one for the creator, who is dressed in a thousand colors, and one for the Void, and is dressed in only blacks with accents of the sea - broken shells that look like bones, starfish that are still wiggling, dark dark purple seaweed weaved into their hair, etc etc.

The one for the Creator speaks of beginnings, of bright futures on the horizon and Becoming, of trust and faith and love during good times. Then one for the Void speaks of endings, of doubts and fear and love when there's nothing left, love when you don't know down from up, love not til death but eternally, even after your souls have left this plane still intertwined. Of the inevitable leaving that makes the here so important.

They both have to agree to both verses. Sort of like an "I do" but they tie a silk ribbon around their wrists and attach them, the ribbon colors white for the first and black for the second. And then, after their self declarations (aka vows) both parties agree to the same two verses again. Only now they're said so thy overlap "For beginnings" "for endings" "for faith" "for doubt" "for good times" "for bad times" "for courage" "for fear" "for becoming" "for being"

And then, together: "for love."

And then the bride and groom kiss, and both priests dump seawater on them. And when they both look back down, the ribbons are orange and purple, signifying that the gods approve

Then they're married, yay!

More things: Sakroemi believe that their important moments need to be in full view of the sea and sky. Thus, their weddings are usually either high up (their palaces are higher up, looking over everything) or on a flat expansive field. Kos, being an advisor, favors the Void and therefore the sky, and will prefer and high up wedding, probably on a sort of high courtyard where you can see the sea in all directions. And it would usually be in the Arthuus clan home, which is sort of like a castle. Think of a more open, more colorful palace from aladdin. It's all sheer curtains and soft colored walls so that the color decorations will pop.

Also, it's traditional for the families of each engaged partner to sit together. Mother's next to mothers, fathers next to fathers, cousins next to cousins, etc etc. To promote unity and diversity. Because if the gods say that the couple is meant to be, their families have to deal.

There's also that booze fountain over in the corner for the after ceremony as well.

Also. They have seats of high honor. Like there's a big feast beforehand, and everyone presents their gifts to the couple. Kos and Vinn sit the highest, with their chosen favorites at a table at a slightly lower tier, and then the rest. Kos would choose Kal and Triis and Rhell and probably Rux, and the Queen. Vinn can choose whomever. ((And since rhell is on both of their lists she'll probably have to choose which side to sit on.)) There's also an empty seat on Kos's side for her great aunt, draped in white cloths prettily.

The tier below that is for the immediate family, Kos and vinn's mom and dad and any other close relatives they wanted.

Triis and Kal's gift is a song and dance, sort of rap too. It's adorable. (It’s You’re So Beautiful from Empire okay)

Triis also gets her a beautiful new gown, and Kal gets her some scrolls he had been bargaining for for almost a solid six months

After the feast the bride and groom, called something else that I'll figure out later, are given Preyars (I can't describe this creature in any other way the a dragon with feathers and paws but a lizard head and beak and a long forked tail.) to ride to their honeymoon suite. Which in traditional Sakroemi fashion is on a neighboring island. I have an image of Kos smiling with her veil/scarf trailing behind her in the wind as her Preyar runs (very panther esk) and rhen she gives a whoop and the wings open up, wings of a thousand beautiful colors, and then she's airborne and laughing

The next island overs suite is beneath a waterfall. And they're supposed to spend like, a week there, but they can cut it short so they can go to the next wedding

They also have a royal wedding. Which is why it's in the palace. #thanks Kal

Oh and Sakroemi get all these symbols written on them that show their commitment to each other, all over their bodies. Vinn would only get one, the most important drawn right over his heart, to match the one on Kos's, the symbole for Alhn.

Which means that when DelTriis gets married, Triis will spend the time running his fingers gently all over Del's body, telling her the word in Sakroemi, then what it means in english, and kissing each one softly

#p: Sakroem #musings #culture things

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nataliedanovelist · 5 years ago

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GF + OH - Fallen Owls pt.1

Summary: What happens when the milf of The Owl House meets the dilf of Gravity Falls? Find out in this multi-chapter crossover fic.

pt.2

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Episode Placement:

GF = after finale (S3?) OH = between S1E5 and E6 It was late, passed the gremlins’ bedtime, but it was summer, meaning the term “bedtime” had very little meaning unless Stan was tired and needed to make the kids quiet. But as of right now he was content sitting in his old armchair, boxers and undershirt and slippers and all, munching on popcorn with his family, sitting around telling stories. Stan and his twin brother, Ford, had just finished telling Dipper and Mabel more about the sirens they had faced a few months ago. While sailing around the world was a dream come true, it was nice to take a break to spend the summer with the niblings.

Dipper, having just heard how Stan had been charmed by the sirens’ song, chuckled and asked, “So, did you ever have any luck finding ‘babes’?” Stan rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. “Nah, but there’s always next year.” “Yeah, don’t worry about it, Grunkle Stan.” Mabel said as she popped some popcorn into her mouth. “You’ll find some pretty girl that is everything you deserve!” Stan, turning red, waved the subject away. “Thanks, sweetie, but it’s fine.” Ford, sitting on the dino-skull, elbowed him lightly and teased, “He’s still heartbroken over Carla McCorckle.” Mabel blew a raspberry. “If I ever find her I’m gonna give her a left-hook and break her nose!” Stan laughed and ruffled her hair. “That’s not necessary, kid. I’m over her.” “And it only took you forty years.” Ford added, earning him a punch on the shoulder. “I’ll have you know I’ve been with plenty of gals after Carla!” Stan quipped. “Heck, I was married once when I was traveling the country!” “Wait, what?!” The whole room gasped at the same time. Ford blinked like a confused owl. “I… I didn’t know that.” “Me, neither.” Mabel said and leaned on Stan’s knee. Dipper, meanwhile, was silent, a memory coming to mind. “Truth is I’ve been divorced once and slapped more times than I can remember.” “What happened? GASP! Do I have a secret Graunty you never told me about?!” Stan barked a laugh. “Hah! No, sorry pumpkin. I was actually married for less than a day. Vegan situation. We reached for the same slot machine handle and it was love at first sight. Marilyn. Had hair like a airline stordis and a neon pink shirt that said ‘Over thirty and very flirty’. Man I was, I was putty in her hands.” Stan said lightly, recalling the most romantic evening he ever had. “You should’ve seen the way she threw dice. One time right at my head. Turns out she only married me to distract me while she stole my car and my winnings. I guess her name was fake and, hair was fake. But ya know, the love was real.” Stan added with a casual shrug. “She was really the one that got away. Like, literally, it was a proper get away. She was chased by cop cars for a mile out of Vegas before ducking out of a door and into a canyon and making off with my loot. Sometimes I still think of her.” The old conman admitted. “That pale bingo hall skin. That one weirdly sharp tooth.” Stan’s face dropped at the sight of his family and he quickly said, “Sorry, I’m getting nostalgic.” “More like love-sick.” Dipper teased. “AW!” Mabel squealed. “That’s so sweet! Maybe you’ll find her one day!” Stan laughed and shook his head. “I doubt it, sweetie, but hey. Who needs stealing babes when I’ve got you three, right?” Mabel yawned and stretched her arms over her head. Ford chuckled and stood up, popping his back. “I think you two should head to bed. It’s getting late and we’re going camping tomorrow, remember?” Mabel gasped happily and stood. “You’re right!” She hugged both her uncles and wished them goodnight and then walked with her brother up the stairs for the attic, then Ford left to go finish packing, leaving Stan alone. He leaned on his knuckles, elbow on his armchair, and he remembered Marilyn. ~~~~~~~~~~ Mabel was grinning from ear to ear as she skipped ahead on the trail in the woods. “Finally, a real family camping trip!” Grunkle Ford, Dipper, and Grunkle Stan were right behind her, the Pines family heading back to the Mystery Shack after a fun night sleeping under the stars around a campfire. They were all smiling and happy to be reunited for the summer. While some things drastically changed and some things hardly changed at all, the Pines in appearance changed a little since Dipper and Mabel and turned thirteen. Mabel had always been nothing but smiles in the past, but if it was even possible she grinned even more now, proud to show off her braces-free white teeth. She still sported amazing sweaters with colorful headbands and skirts, today wearing a brown skirt and a yellow headband with a light-brown sweater with an owl on it, claiming she wanted to match the woods and her Grunkle Ford; he only proved her point when he blushed. Dipper and Wendy switched hats again when they saw each other when the twins came off the bus, but over his orange t-shirt he wore a green flannel unbuttoned and he matched it with blue jeans. No longer out in the freezing Arctic, Stan left behind his long coat, but he kept his white t-shirt, dark pants, red beanie, and water-proof boots for the hiking trip. Ford, the easily cold twin, still wore red turtleneck and dark pants and boots, but his smile was much more genuine and the crack in his glasses was gone. Grunkle Ford patted his niece’s shoulder. “It is nice to have some quality family bonding.” “Next time I say we go fishing.” Stan injected. “Not as many creepy spider-fires or whatever.” “Scampfires.” “I still say whatever.” Dipper chuckled and continued to sketch in his pinetree journal, shading in trees of his drawing of the woods. But he was pulled from his pleasant thoughts by his great-uncle. “Seriously, kid, you’re gonna walk into a tree and then I’m gonna laugh. You need to get your head outta book and see the rest of the world.” “Grunkle Stan, how do you think people shared the world back in your day? You know, when dinosaurs roamed the Earth?” Dipper quipped. “Oh, ho! Wise guy, huh?” Stan wrapped an arm around his neck and rubbed his knuckles on the top of his head. “Alright, Poindexter Jr…” “No! No nuggies!” “Yes nuggies!” “Ford!” Dipper laughed, calling for backup. Mabel, meanwhile, was slowly being pulled away mentally from the touching scene of guys being dudes as the internet would have called it. Distracting her, a tiny brown owl with cute round eyes was hopping. Not just hopping, appearing from behind one oak tree to the neck, but hopping with a sack clamped by the beak. Mabel watched it with wide eyes, hoping for another look, and the second glance she got of it was so brief she didn’t know how much faith she should have in her eyes, but it looked like that sack had things like a Cubic Cube, a newspaper, a floppy disk, a basketball, and other items that could be classified as junk. Mabel decided not to wait for another glance at the owl and to go look at it for herself. Mabel wandered off the path animals had made and moved in between trees and bushes quietly. Her brown eyes eventually landed on the little owl and she followed it; the clattering of the owl or it’s determination to finish it’s job must have been the reason why it didn’t hear Mabel and try to hide or lose her. The young Pines lady watched, walking farther and farther away from her family, and the owl hopped behind a tree and never emerged. Mabel smiled, thinking she was about to find an owl’s nest in the tree or a stash of human things by the tree’s roots, but when she turned to look behind the tree, she gasped to find a doorway that glowed white. Mabel looked around her for anyone that might have an answer or for any clue as to why this doorway was here, but she was alone. Gravity Falls certainly was where this sort of thing might happen, but that did not guarantee that this was safe. Maybe she should have the guys look at this thing. Mabel turned around, her back to the doorway, to leave, but she saw something above her and took in a sharp breath. Stan had Dipper pinned on the grass now, both of them laughing, with Ford shaking his head and scolding lightly. “Stanley, that’s enough.” “Don’t worry, Grunkle Ford, I promise not to break such an old man.” Dipper teased as he lightly fought back, “Old man?!” Stan repeated in pretend offense. They were interrupted by a blood curdling scream that made their hearts drop. Stan immediately got off of his nephew and stared ahead, terrified. “Mabel…” And he ran for the direction he heard the scream with Ford and Dipper at his heels. Mabel pulled her grappling hook out of her hiking-backpack and tried to calm down, but it was hard to with the dangerous anomaly liking it’s chops at the sight of her. It was like a gray lizard, but ten feet long, including the tail, and only on it’s four legs it was seven feet tall. It’s eyes were red and narrow and cold, and it had long sharp claws like a dragon’s and a long snout like a crocodile. Mabel shot her grappling hook at the monster and it hit it on the snout, tossing its head back. The lizard hissed but did not back down. It advanced, getting closer to Mabel, and she wanted to back away, but she was careful not to touch the spooky doorway. Stan saw the scene first, appearing out of the corner of Mabel’s eye. “Mabel!” “Grunkle Stan, what do I do?!” She asked, her eyes glued to the giant lizard. Ford and Dipper caught up. The younger moved to jump between his sister and the monster, but Ford stopped him with a firm six-fingered hand. “No! Listen to me, Mabel. That thing is called a Stone-Reptilian. They're excellent at camouflaging into mountains and can hang onto a one-hundred-and-eighty degree wall for hours, waiting for its prey. It actually has two tongues: one for licking its eyes since it doesn't have eyelids, and one for paralyzing it’s dinner and dragging the meal into its mouth.” “So what do I do?!” Mabel begged, shaking a little at the idea of being paralyzed and then eaten alive. “Mabel, stay calm, it’s alright.” Ford soothed with a voice as soft as silk. “Stone-Reptilians have excellent eyesight, but they’re deaf. Notice how it’s isn’t reacting to us. Now, I want you to…” The Stone-Reptilian suddenly whipped out it’s long, thorn-covered tongue to paralyze Mabel, but she was too quick and leaped through the doorway to survive. As she did, it disappeared, and the Pines men were left to scream and then fight for their own lives. ~~~~~~~~~~ “Whoops, can’t have another stowaway, can I?” A voice said, and then before Mabel knew it, her way back home was gone. She observed her new surroundings. Misfit things like a refrigerator, a grandfather clock, an old mattress, and cardboard boxes full of items cluttered what looked like a big tent, judging by the cloth walls and such. Mabel smiled with wonder at the things. “Wow. What a collection.” She whispered. Her eyes landed on a small glass ballerina on top of a music box. She turned the ballerina around with a finger to catch a few music notes. Mabel smiled, but was once again distracted. “Right, let’s see here… Nope. Garbage. Garbage. Another one of these? Oh, well. Good thing the potions have been selling. I should really thank Luz for helping me take out that competitor. Or not.” Mabel covered her mouth with both hands to keep from snorting; that sounded like something her Grunkle Stan would say. Her heart sagged a little and she turned to look back at where the magical doorway once was. Despite what he might pretend, Mabel knew Stan would be really worried about her. She needed to find a way back home. She crawled on her hands and knees out from under the tent and then got up to explore. “Okay, let’s see…” Mabel looked around to find herself outside in the open air. She raised an eyebrow. “The… Crawlspace? I thought it was underground? Maybe there’s more to it! Won’t Grunkle Ford be surprised!” Mabel cheered and looked around for anything familiar, but the longer she looked, the more she realized nothing was like back in Gravity Falls. She stood at the edge of a cliff, overlooking an odd city of some kind. Giant monster hands with no body stood like trees. Smoke rose from chimneys of medieval-looking houses. A small herd of cat-sized dragons flocked by the clouds. A mammoth roared like a lion and then walked into the ocean. Something resembling an orange nun was selling bags of oozing red stuff to tiny red monsters with teeth and fangs for a face. People were riding a giant caterpillar from inside its mouth and then kissing it for a toll. Mabel’s heart was racing from excitement and fear. Nothing here was familiar, but she was familiar with the unfamiliar. She grasped the straps of her backpack and took a deep breath. “Okay, Mabel, you’ve obviously discovered another rift and came to another dimension. Just remember what your grunkles taught you. Don’t touch this dimension's version of yourself or everything will explode. I just gotta live long enough for them to find me. Easy.” Her stomach suddenly growled. Mabel clenched her stomach on reflex, but then remembered her bag of marshmallows, pulled them out, and began to munch on her fluffy sugar pillows. She turned around and walked away from the tent she had left, saw she was in some sort of market, and walked down the street to explore calmly. ~~~~~~~~~~ “And remember to apply it twice a day for the best results.” Luz said friendly to a blue monster made out of goo as she handed her the small bag of dust and the customer closed the door on the human. Luz wiped her sweaty forehead with her wrist and groaned. “Man, it’s so hot today. Ready to head home, King? King?” She looked down to find that the king of demons had found the perfect spot on the porch to nap in the sunshine. Luz smiled, scratched his back, and scooped him up one-armed while her other hand carried the empty sack. “Eh?” King woke up, angry and cute. “Luz! I was having the perfect dream!” “About what?” “What could be more perfect than sleeping?!” “You were dreaming about sleeping?” Luz clarified with a confused smile. “Don’t you?” Luz snorted a laugh and walked through Bonesburrow. Compared to the rest of the Boiling Isles, the apprentice had learned that this was the quietest neck of the woods. King’s nose caught a delightful scent, but the demon was unsure if he should believe it. He sat up in Luz’s arm and smelled the air. “What is it?” Luz asked. “Hm, it’s sweet. Really sweet.” King commented and shivered. “Like, really sweet. So sweet it’ll put anyone in a sugar-induced coma.” “Well, why don’t we just go home and we can have some of Eda’s strawberry jelly instead.” Luz suggested as they turned a corner. She immediately saw the one really really weird thing in the Boiling Isles, apart from her. Another human. After being away from home for about three weeks, Luz didn’t think she would be so happy to see another human girl or see human food that wasn’t red, but here she was, eyes sparkling with happy tears over the sight. Mabel’s eye eventually landed on Luz and the two stared at each other, a good twenty feet away from each other. After a few moments, however, they both shouted, “ANOTHER HUMAN!” And ran towards each other, King clinging onto Luz’s arms in order not to fall. “Wait,” The brunette said and looked worried. “Is this your first time seeing another human here? How long have you been trapped here?!” She apparently had drawn the conclusion that there was no way out of this place. “Oh, no,” The Latino smiled and shook her head. “I’m not trapped here; I can leave whenever I want, I just choose not to.” “Oh. Cool! Hi! I’m Mabel!” “Hi, Mabel.” Luz greeted. “I’m Luz! So… how did you get here?” Mabel’s face dropped a little and she looked around. “You know, I’m not really sure. One minute I was camping with my family and the next I’m falling through a door that disappears and takes me here.” Luz giggled and shook her head. “You must have fallen through Eda’s door. Don’t worry, I can get you back home.” “You can?!” Mabel hugged her tightly, squishing King in between the two girls. “ThankyouthankyouTHANKYOU!” Luz, who was quite the hugger but lived with two hug-haters, grinned and relished in the hug, until a high-voice yelled, “AH! What is with you humans and this tight holding ritual?!” Mabel’s eyes got wide and she jumped away, looking around wildly; that voice sounded too familiar for comfort, but when she saw the king of demons, she gasped with a huge grin and shining eyes. “OH MY GOSH! How cute!!!” She squealed. “Thanks.” Luz giggled and rubbed his belly. “This is the King of Demons.” “This little bundle of joy?” Mabel asked, happily smoothing over his skull and scratching his back. “That’s what I said!” “Hey, hey, easy with the merchandise!” King complained. “What makes you think you can… oh! Oh! Right there, yup, right there.” Mabel had found the right scratching spot, just between his shoulder-blades, and King relaxed in Luz’s arms, almost asleep he was so comfortable. Mabel giggled and asked, “So, how can you get me back to my family?” Luz gave it a moment’s thought and said, “Well, I guess we could take you to Eda and have her send you home, but she’ll be going home soon and it’s kinda…” The girls screamed as a huge guard jumped in front of them. He glared down at the humans and said, “Human previously associated with Eda the Owl Lady, you’re hereby under arrest!” “Not today, sucka!” Luz yelled, threw down one of Eda’s smoke bombs, and grabbed Mabel’s wrist. “Come on! I know where to go!” “Crazy monsters, criminals, smoke bombs, demons… I LOVE IT HERE!” Mabel cheered as she was fleeing with her new friends. ~~~~~~~~~~ Stan huffed, catching his breath, with his hands on his knees. Ford helped Dipper up cautiously, scanning him over for broken bones from when the monster swung his tail at the boy and slammed him against a tree, but apart from being shaken up, he was fine. Now that the Stone-Reptilian was gone, the Pines men were free to worry about the most important thing in their whole world. “MABEL?!” Stan screamed and looked around wildly for the rift that took her away. “MABEL! MABEL, SWEETIE!” “Mabel!” Ford called out. “Mabel, can you hear us?!” “MABEL! MABEL!” Stan screamed and ignored his stinging eyes. Dipper’s own brown eyes were aching, too, but he refused to be seen as weak and he powered through. “Did… did that thing… g-g-get her?” “No.” Ford said firmly. “I saw it. She fell through… some sort of door, or a rift.” “A-A door?” “It was rectangular like one, but it was hard to tell.” “The Crawlspace!” Dipper gasped and slapped his forehead. “Don’t the entrances change randomly through Gravity Falls? What if she fell through and is down at the black market?” “What, you mean she’s probably surrounded by dangerous monsters in some freaky market?” Stan asked. “It’s a likely possibility.” Ford speculated, holding his cleft chin. “Scour the area. If it was an entrance to the Crawlspace, one will show up again soon.” The three men split up, relatively close, and searched for an anomaly. Maybe a hole in a tree or in the ground, what might have been passed as a bird’s nest or a groundhog’s home could actually be an entrance. Stan was checking some bushes when he thought he heard a strange noise and he looked ahead. A rectangular white light appeared on an oak tree and soon an owl with an empty sack in its beak hopped out. Stan gasped and thought that this was the doorway that took his little girl. Ford saw his twin run out of the corner of his eye and then disappear through the hole. “Stanley, wait!” He called and ran towards him, disappearing, too. Then the doorway was gone. Dipper looked around nervously. “Hello? Guys?” He paused, letting it sink in that, once again, he was alone. “I swear if she’s at MAB3L again…” ~~~~~~~~~~ Stan had stopped. Ford then accidently ran into him and they both fell forward. “Sixer, get off!” “Shh!” Ford slapped a polydactyl hand over his brother’s mouth, which made him grumble, but before Stan could lick his hand in response, he heard what Ford was hearing. “I’ll give you fifty snails for the whole lot.” A laugh-filled snort followed. “It’s seventy-five, kid. Take it or leave it.” That voice… something was familiar about that laugh. There was grumbling and what sounded like items being collected. Stan and Ford exchanged looks and slowly got up. After looking around the tent, they peered out of the crack in the curtains to see an odd market. They awed at the sight of dozens of weird creatures. One looked like a turquoise hairless-cat. One looked like a pig with green eyes and it breathed fire on a piece of meat on a stick to cook it for a snack. A kid with pointy ears dropped a basket full of eyeballs and scrambled to pick them up. Ford grinned excitedly like a dork while Stan winced at the sight of an ice-cream eating a customer. Stan glanced to his left and he had to hold his breath to keep from gasping and blowing their cover. Wearing a tight-fitted, torn maroon dress and matching boots, gold on her chest and ears and fingers and a sharp tooth, her eyes sparkling like gold coins, a woman with big gray hair and pointy ears leaned against a table full human things and flicked through a Gold Chains for Old Men magazine with a skeptical look on her face. Stan was nearly as pale as she was when she snorted another laugh and flipped a page. “Hah! Not a bad read. Better than that kindling Luz keeps around.” She mumbled and made herself comfortable in her chair, waiting for another customer, one leg crossed over the other and she lightly kicked it as she read. Stan swallowed. There was no way. No possible way… then again, given everything weird that’s happened to him, from freaky portal, to demon triangles, to gnomes and unicorns and sirens and krakens, even to a full-blown Weirdmageddon, should he really be all that surprised that faith would bite him in the butt like this? Ford glanced down at his twin and found he could read him like an open book. “Stanley…” He hissed. The lady straightened in her seat and looked up from the magazine, listening. Now it was Stan’s turn to cover Ford’s mouth. They were still, waiting for the ady to find them, but she shrugged casually and continued to read. The men backed away, out of sight, and were each on one knee, facing each other, as they whispered. “Sixer, where the heck are we? The Crawlspace?” “I’m not sure.” Ford hissed. “I have never seen these types of anomalies before. I suppose it’s possible they hide here during the day and I had never seen them at night, but… this place feels off. To summarize, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.” “Fine, but when what do we do about Mabel?” “Our objection is still the same. Let’s just keep a low profile and try to find her.” The twins froze when the curtain was thrown open and the lady stood before them. She immediately sneered down at them. “If you amateur pickpockets think you can…” But then she stopped, for several reasons. One: these creatures were clearly old, about her age, and so unless they had a sudden career change, they were not amateurs. Two: as a human expert and a teacher and hostess of a human, she instantly recognized these two big-eared creatures as humans. Three: something about the one in the white shirt and red hat was very familiar. “No… way…” She narrowed her golden eyes. Stan was now confident that his memory wasn’t flawed; the way she reacted to seeing him, recognizing him, confirmed that he knew her. Before he could do anything, she grabbed each twin by the ear and pinched; they were at her mercy and receiving flashbacks from when their mother was angry with them. “You two got some explaining to do.” The lady sneered. “Gah! Let us go, crazy old bat!” Stan barked as she dragged them out from the tent and made them sit on barrels for stools. “Who are you calling old, human?” The lady sneered and crossed her arms over her chest. “Just tell me what you think you’re doing here.” “Begging your pardon on our introduction,” Ford said coldly, but then softened as he and his brother did have an important mission. “But our grandniece is missing. We believe she came through here.” And he pulled out a picture of Mabel hugging a stuffed-penguin from his wallet and showed it to her. The lady peered down at the photo and said, “Sorry, old-timers, I haven’t seen anyone like that around here.” “Now, how can we trust you, Marilyn.” Stan sneered, crossing his arms over his chest. Ford’s eyes widened as he pocketed his picture. He was rendered speechless for a moment. “Oh, like you’re one to talk about honesty, Stan.” She deride. “You two know each other?!” Ford gasped, looking from his brother to the stranger rapidly like a game of tennis. “She’s your ex-wife?!” The lady snorted a laugh and sighed happily. “Ah, good times, huh?” “Not really.” Stan sneered and stood. “You still owe me five hundred bucks!” “At least you got your car back, Grumpy.” The lady teased and patted his cheek; he swatted her hand away in response and growled like an angry pitbull. “If you want my help finding your girl then play nice.” “So, you honestly didn’t see her.” Stan repeated with a raised eyebrow. “Hey, I may be a conwoman, a pickpocket, and the most powerful witch you’ll ever meet, but I wouldn’t lie if it was gonna endanger some kid.” The lady snapped her fingers and all of the human collectibles floated and gathered into a green cloth, tied up like a hobo’s luggage. She pulled out a staff and put the bag through it, making it easy to carry. Eda whistled and the little owl flew to her and landed on her staff and turned into wood. “Come along, humans, we’ll find your niece and get you two home.” Ford followed the lady and decided to be the “nice” one since Stan was obviously too salty to be one; someone had to be nice to the lady that was going to help them find Mabel. “Thank you, Marilyn.” “Oh, right. That’s not my real name…” “Knew it.” “... you’re a fool to give your real name to a casino in Vegas. It’s Edalyn, but just call me Eda. Or your worst nightmare.” “Whatever you say, toots.” Stan growled as they walked down the street. “So, Eda,” Ford cut in to try to cut the tension between the two. “What exactly is this place, and what are you?” Eda stopped suddenly and turned around, wearing a proud grin. She stabbed her staff on the ground with a small bang, making the owl come to life, the sack hanging by her fist, and she proclaimed, “I am known as the Owl Lady, the most powerful witch here on the Boiling Isles!” “A witch?” Stan laughed. “More like a b…” “I am a feared, respected, vigorous force to be reckoned with!” Eda went on and let go of the staff so it floated like a witch’s broomstick. “Come on, old-timers, let’s get a bird’s eye-view to find your girl.” They each grabbed the staff when Eda sat upon it and yelled with fear as she had them fly up in the air, leaving the old twins to dangle in the air. “GAAAAAAAH!” “EDA!” Stan yelled. “Put us down!” “That can be arranged.” Eda said cunningly and swooped down quickly. With the air drying Eda’s eyes and forming tears and the brother holding onto the staff (and each other) for dear life, all three were yelling, one with delight, two with fright. “STANLEY!” Ford shouted. “PLEASE try not to piss off your ex-wife!” Eda laughed and at the very last second, right before the men would crash into the ground, she flew them up into the sky. “Ah, don’t worry, I won’t let you two knuckleheads get hurt.” They flew softer and calmer above the Boiling Isles and the humans awed at the scene. In the carcass of a monster, by the sea, the Bones of the Isles sat snug in the midst of chaos. Eda floated to allow the men a moment to take in the scenery, smiling down at their round brown eyes. “It’s beautiful.” Ford admired. “Yup, not too shabby.” Eda commented casually. “It’s not much, but it’s home.” “We know what that’s like.” Stan muttered. “Speaking of which,” Eda said casually. “Where did you two say you were from?” “We didn’t. Gravity Falls, Oregon.” Ford answered, keeping an eye out for Mabel. “Oh, I’ve heard rumors about that place.” Eda said as she flew calmly over the town. “My door has a bad habit of appearing there way too often. I need more variety in my human collectibles.” “So, you steal our junk and try to sell it for a great price?” Stan asked; he sounded a little impressed. “That and I sell potions on the weekdays. When I’m not mentoring my student. Enough chit-chat, see your girl down there?” The men took a few more minutes to look, as well as Eda, but there was no sign of her. “No.” Ford’s voice dripped with concern. “Eda, what are the chances she was kidnapped or hurt?” “Oh, that probably didn’t happen to her.” The witch said calmly. “If she’s not safe she probably got eaten or taken by Warden Wrath.” “WHAT?!” “Relax, Sixer,” Stan said, confident in his pumpkin. “She’s our little fighter, she’ll be fine.” Eda snorted. “Sixer?” “It’s Stanford, actually.” His face was a little red over the fact that he couldn’t hide his six-fingered hands, too busy holding the magic staff to keep from falling. “Meh, I’ve seen weirder.” Eda looked like she truly didn’t care how many fingers he had; Ford appreciated that. “Well, I’ve got a great tracker at home.” The Owl Lady said and started to fly towards the red forest. “Why don’t we go pick him up and see if he can help us out. Got anything the girl held?” “Yes,” When the men landed on their feet and Eda hopped next to them, Ford pulled out his wallet again and took out a folded-up, hand-drawn picture of Stan and Ford on a boat, a gift from Mabel while they were apart that she had mailed to them. “Aw, that’s so cute.” The witch cooed. “Who knew all Pines men were putty in girls’ hands.” She laughed at her own joke and shook her head. “Ah, keep moving, boys.” Stan hurried to catch up and he walked next to Eda with narrow eyes, ignoring the way her odd golden fang sparkled, how her eyes gleamed with spunk, how she held herself up high with pride. “So, you’re gonna answer some questions for me…” “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.” “If you’re a witch, what were you doing in Las Vegas?” “Hey, a witch’s gotta make some gold, too.” Eda shrugged as she smiled. “I haven’t exactly kept a clean record here so making a living takes a bit of extra effort, but it’s much for fun and unpredictable, the way life's supposed to be.” Stan raised an eyebrow at two things: the fact his ex was a criminal in this world too, and her philosophy. “I can respect that, seeing how I was there for the same reasons.” “I know.” Eda rolled her eyes teasingly. “You wouldn’t shut up about how you were gonna make it big and show the world what this big lug could do.” And she elbowed Stan, which he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Heh. Yeah, what can I say, I’m a real loud-mouth. Say what’s on my mind.” “Hey, nothing wrong with being brutally honest to make up for lying, am I right?” Eda said with a shrug. “So, was your hair fake back then, or…” “No, no, it was real. I was really proud of my hair back in the day, flaming red and wild.” “Looks pretty good now. Love it, in fact. Big and bold, hard to miss.” “Hey, you aged pretty well yourself, handsome.” Ford smiled as he watched the exes tease and pick on each other. If a compliment was given, it dripped with sarcasm and there was no guarantee that it was sincere, but they must have seen a gleam in their eyes or felt a “vibe” that Ford didn’t experience, because the conversation progressed well as they walked through the forest. Ford was happy to see Stan get along fairly well with this woman and wondered if this would go exceptionally better than the whole McCorkle incident. They emerged from the woods and found a large house standing by some cliffs leading to an ocean. It was about as far from the seas as Pines Pawns was all those years ago. The house was big, maybe bigger than the Mystery Shack (probably not if counting the basement-floors) with a big stain-glass window that reminded Stan of a cat’s eye and Ford of Bill’s eye, but then they both individually remembered Eda’s title and realized it was probably representing an owl’s eye. A weather-vane with an owl sat on top of the house, a broken-down tower stood behind, and an owl’s head was on the door. The humans were startled, but they quickly recovered, again having experienced much weirder than a live owl-head on a door. “Girl knows how to keep a theme going.” Stan commented as they approached. “Oh, boy!” The owl on the door hooted. “More company! Maybe they wanna hear some of my stories!” “Not a chance, Hooty.” Eda quipped. “Is King still home? We need his help, and we might want Luz’s too while we’re at it.” “They’re both telling stories to that new human. The one with the pretty owl sweater.” “Wait, what?!” The three old people asked and Hooty swung open the door. Luz was holding King on her lap on the couch, sitting with Mabel as all three were laughing. Even King was rolling around and holding his little fluffy body with glee. Mabel’s back was to the door and she resumed her storytelling as she wiped a tear under her eye. “So then I look down at Dipper and see that he’s still got his socks on!” Luz cackled a laugh and held her head one-handed, her other arm still holding King, but it was to no avail as the demon fell off from all the laughing. Eda, Ford, and Stan smiled as the girls were having fun. They had no idea how they found each other, but it was better for them to be here, safe and happy, than to have the newbie be someone’s meal. Luz fanned her reddening face and finally noticed the company. “Hi, Eda. Sorry, but she was lost and needs our help.” Mabel turned, on her knees on the couch, but grinned with a gasp. “GUYS!” And she hopped over the arm of the couch for her grunkles. “Mabel!” They opened their arms and got on one knee for their girl. Mabel ran into their hold and they hugged her tightly, relieved to be with her again and to find her more than okay. “What did I tell you about scaring me like that, pumpkin?!” Stan asked as he held her with all of his might. “You didn’t tell me, Grunkle Stan.” “Oh, right.” “We’re just so happy to find you alright, my dear.” Ford loosened his grip just enough to look up at Luz, who was smiling admirably at the reunion. “And I see you’ve made some friends.” Mabel let go and nodded. “Yeah! That’s Luz! Luz, these are my grunkles! Stan and Ford!” “Nice to meet you guys.” Luz said and waved politely. “Mabel said you’d come, but how did you two survive out there?” “They nearly didn’t.” Eda lied easily. “Were in the mouths of a giant giraffe when I saved their butts.” “Yeah right!” Stan barked a laugh. “Anyways, we’ve been through worse, kid.” Luz gasped excitedly. “Worse than giant bugs and centaurs with eyes on their chest and man-eating slugs and fire-breathing eye-less fangs and jealous witches?!” “Worse. I’ve punched a pterodactyl in the face and a few zombies, fallen down a Bottomless Pit, lost my hands to a witch, fought off eagles and explosions, survived giant man-eating spiders…” “Stanley, that is all impressive, but have you fought a talking chair, battled in four wars, conned an abominable snowman, outran a volcano, examined floating eyebats, been turned to gold…” “I find that hard to believe.” Eda snorted. “I believe them.” Luz said with a shrug. “You always said weird stuff leaks from this world into theirs.” “So, if you don’t mind me asking,” Ford said, stepping forward. “What exactly is this place? I’ve heard rumors of a place called the Boiling Isles, but I just thought it was a little hiding place like the Crawlspace, not an entirely new dimension.” “Nope!” Eda corrected happily. “This whole world is the Boiling Isles, a world full of despair, monsters, gross-stuff, demons, and magic.” “This place sounds so cool!” Mabel cheered. She looked at Luz and said, “No wonder you wanted to stay here. Wait! Do you have your own room?!” “Yeah! C’mon, I’ll show you!” And the girls ran off with Luz scratching King’s tummy and leaving him to nap on the floor, tired from laughing. Eda plopped down on the couch and gestured for the men to do the same. “I’d offer refreshments but all we have is apple blood and some disgusting beverage Luz likes called orange juice.” Stan looked up at the wanted poster of Eda and the reward promised for her capture. He smiled, impressed and interested. “We’re okay, thank you, Eda.” Ford said. “If you don’t mind me asking, our niece said something about Luz choosing to stay here?” “Yeah, that’s right.” Eda reached under her couch-cushion and rummaged as she spoke. “Kid came through my door when Owlbert brought over some little treasures to sell. Sweet girl. Kinda naive and gullible, but clever in her own right and she’s a fast learner. Stubborn with the forces of positivity.” Stan snorted. “Heh. We know someone like that.” “She said she didn’t fit in at home.” Eda finally found what she was looking for and pulled out a wrinkled, crumpled up pamphlet at read, Reality Check Summer Camp: Think Inside the Box. “Don’t really understand some of this human stuff, but I figured it must be pretty bad if it made a kid not wanna go home, so I read over it and this place sounds awful! Totally squandered any creativity or individualism! Her own mother was sending her here!” Eda let Ford look it over and she shrugged off the rant. “Anyway, she said she wanted to stay and she was willing to work for it, so I took her in as my apprentice for the summer and now she’s learning how to be a witch.” “Hm, sounds a lot better than kidnapping.” Stan approved with his arms crossed over his chest. “This place is completely horrible.” Ford commented about the summer camp. “They teach kids how to appropriate public radio!” “AM or FM?” “Both.” “Ouch.” “So, what exactly are you doing with such a cute girl, Eight-Ball?” Eda asked, getting Stan’s attention. “And what is a grunkle?” She snorted with a smile. “She’s our grandniece.” Stan said proudly, puffing out his chest. “We’re her great-uncles. Her grunkles.” “Aw, who knew you were such a softie?” “I am not!” “You watched over five hours of video-tutorials on how to braid hair.” Ford said behind the pamphlet. “She asked me to braid her hair and it bothered me that I couldn’t do it!” Eda cackled and touched Stan’s shoulder. His eyes followed and he smiled at her cute laugh. “Aw, you’re worse than King.” King peeked an eye at her and sneered, “One more passive aggressive comment and I’ll…” “That’s not a passive aggressive comment.” Eda said as she picked up the little goofball. “I can do better than that.” “Huh, and here I was thinking that was just one of Luz’s toys.” Stan teased. “Hey!” King stood on the couch by Eda’s side and pointed a bony paw at the old man. “Since you’re a human, I’ll let you walk away with a warning, but have it be known that I’m the King of Demons and shall one day drink the fear of those who mock me!” Ford folded the pamphlet and observed King cautiously. He didn’t like… his voice. His voice sent shivers down the old scientist’s spine. Stan snorted. “Sorry, pipsqueak, but I’ve faced worse demons than you.” “Oh, yeah, like what?” King asked. The girls came back, smiling and holding hands, and Luz asked, “Eda, can we please please PLEASE have a sleepover?! I want to show Mabel the new light spell I learned and show her how to properly scratch a demon’s tummy.” Ford chuckled and stood. “I’m sorry, ladies, but we really should be heading back. I’m sure Dipper is worried sick.” Mabel gasped with horror. “Oh, NO! Dipper!” “Oh, hey, don’t worry.” Luz eased. “You two are totally welcome here anytime you want.” “Aw, thanks, Luz.” Mabel hugged her and said, “I promise I’ll bring Dip-Dip next time. He’d love it here! And he could tell you all about the Manotaurs and the weird copy-machine.” Eda and Stan stood up, too, and the Owl Lady had her arms crossed over her chest. “Well, looks like we’ll be seeing each other again pretty soon. You okay with them hanging out?” Stan shrugged and pocketed his hands in his jeans. “Yeah, sure. Good friends are kinda rare these days. Gotta hold onto ‘em and never let ‘em go.” “Agreed.” Eda said and saw them exchanging those odd codes on their glowing rectangles. “Well, have your girl tell my girl when to open the door and I’ll see what I can do.” And she held out a hand to Stan. He hesitated (not just because of whose hand it was, but because shaking hands always seemed to lead to something bad, but maybe this time will be different), but he took it and shook it gently. “Yeah, and if your girl never needs a break in the human world, have her tell my girl.” Eda smiled at Stan and shook Ford’s hand, as well. She pulled the key out of her hair and unlocked the door, making it appear and swing open. Mabel skipped to her great-uncles and waved goodbye to Luz, who waved back, and she went with Ford through the door for home. Stan stole one last look at Eda, who winked at him, and he disappeared with a pink face.

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Author’s Note: OKAY, first things first, when it comes to fic, I personally don't really like crossovers. Crossovers can be a fun NON-CANON crossover for animation or actors. I get more enjoyment over fun fanart than I so of fics, because I like mine more plot-driven and it's hard to get a good story going just because you wants certain characters to mingle. HOWEVER, I find Gravity Falls and The Owl House just fit so well together! Why? #1: Alex Hirsch and Dana Terrace (the creators) are dating and Dana Terrace is responsible for the awesome Ducktakes reboot (season 1, anyway) AND the famous Not What He Seems scene. So having such a strong connection creativity wise of the shows is very apparent, more so than the other shows. #2: Evidence that supports these connections. Both shows have referenced each other and a theory goes that Eda and Stan were once married for less than a day. (plz check this video for more) And #3: ... I ship it pretty damn hard, okay? So I hope you guys will enjoy this fun little crossover as much as me! And thank you so much for reading!

#gravity falls #the owl house #eda the owl lady #stan pines #luz noceda #mabel pines #ford pines #dipper pines #king of demons #crossover #fallen owls #fanfiction #oh boy #plz don't hate me but i had to #im shipping trash #its official #remember bitches love comments #and yes i am taking suggestions #what trouble should these silver foxes get into?

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