#I don't know how to draw gem apples-

[kettyqw]

I can make it in color if ya want)

Again kinda old but it's still good

[aliott-art]

Kirbtober day 25 : Epilogue

Ok, with this one I went straight up to "How many biblical symbolism can I put in a kirby drawing ?" and the answer is quite a lot. Meanings under the cut, if you're interested

Ok, so first of all, I a not christian, I made recherches for this drawing but I'm not a expert. Don't hesitate to correct me if I'm worng !

I went with the most known figure of a repentant sinner, Mary Magdalene. She is an ancient prostitute who latter became one of the most close friend of Jesus. She have a lot of attributes I couldn't put here without making it look strange (like long hair, a human skull or a ointment jar), but I managed to show some.

For exemple, it is said that Jesus made "7 devils" go out of her. Still, it's unclear if those devils are symbolising deaseses or sins. Anyway, that's the reason I put 7 frut fragments insted of the 5 you have to get in the game.

Also, her two main color are the red and the green. What is interesting with those is that they can represent vitality and rebirth (respectively), but in the same time they are associated with the devil.

The thorns represent sins, with the apples gems to reinforce this idea, and add some red.

The tower represent spiritual elevation, and is inspired by the architectural elements we can see in the hub of magolor epilogue. The color of the sky behind have the same signification. The bottom is dark, while the top is more blue, blue being the color of spiritual enleignmant. And also the purple and gold relief behind magolor is here to mimic an aureole. So he is litteraly rising from the darkness toward the light.

And lastly, during my reserches, I learned that the colors of wears associated with repentence are brown and grey. Yep, I didn't even had to change that. Coincidence ? Who knows ! Hal seems to love putting obscure meanings where you expect it the least

[amethystfairy1]

I’ve just read your latest TT fic with Pearl and Gem at the seaside, and it got me wondering whether you’ve ever sketched out a rough map of the old continent? I know that all of the different groups are heading north to the mountains, and the elves’ land and the free hybrid cities are beyond those, but where is the coastline in relation to that? And also, is this the same part of the sea that the mer like Scott come from?

Love all your fics, and looking forward to your next treebark update!!

I have done a map before! I posted it here to tumblr a few months ago so it's probably buried away in the depths of my ask responses 😆 But to be honest, I've done a lot more thinking about where Traveling Thieves is headed and how this AU is gonna work as we move further North, so actually some things on that map have changed. That's fun of writing fanfic online installment by installment, right? I can change things! So I made a new map!

Brace yourself for my lack of art skills.

...can you tell I don't use my apple pencil for drawing? 😅

But yeah, here ya go! If there's anything else you wanna know more specifically about to do with where things are are this map, or there's something you really want me to add to it, shoot me an ask! I can add it in if I have a think on it, I'm sure! 💖

[alfrungrima]

Avalon cocktail and apple tree pathworking

Here is another gem out my "box of shadows" that I wanted to share with you. I do this every year for 16 years now around the end of september/ the beginning of october. (Had to look in my diary to know that) If you do things every single year, things deepen out. The apple plays an important role in myths from around the world, often being associated with regeneration, magic, the otherworld, immortality, death, otherworldly beings, love and knowledge. People called the apple the fruit of the Gods. The name Avalon comes from an old Irish word meaning the place of apples. In Dutch we call it appel-eiland, island of apples.

In an old Scandinavian Saga, Iduna or Idunn guard apples that were eaten by the Gods to ensure eternal their youth. And so there are much more myths, stories and folklore.

Here is an apple cocktail you can make and drink this autumn or use for your offerings in this period. You need for 6 persons:

800 ml appel fresh made apple juice

3 fresh red biologic apples

400 ml of brandy

6 spoons of honey (or sugar if you don't want to use honey)

3 tea spoons of vanilla essence (or real vanilla)

2 cinnamon sticks

Put the apple juice, the honey and the cinnamon sticks in a cast iron pot. Let it simmer for 20 minutes, stir every few minutes. Decide how you stir: widdershins or deosil and do it with intent. You only know, it is your magic! In the meantime, cut the apples in dices. Find 6 mugs or heat-resistant glasses. Put the apples in the mugs, pour over the brandy. Add the vanilla essence to the hot apple juice. Then pour the hot apple juice over the apple dices and brandy. Drink while hot.

If you use apples from a tree you know, don't forget to thank the tree. Or try to find an apple tree to say thank you....Tell yourself/other persons about all the folkloric and mythical stories when you are under that tree. (You all have google, so you definitly find enough stories) Which stories or parts of the stories resonate with you? Are there parts that give you nasty feelings? Try to find out why. If you don't understand why, meditate on it. Don't only research the stories you like, much knowledge is to find in the things you don't like.

Apple tree pathworking

Take an apple in your hands, close your eyes, take deep breaths, concentrate on the apple, concentrate on how it feels in your hands. Do this for a while, you will need that apple on a later moment. With the apple in your hands you are walking in a forest on a narrow path. You are walking slow and with attention. The path takes a few turns and suddenly you are on a open place. On that place you see a beautiful lady standing under a large apple tree. She knew that you were coming and she was waiting for you. Give your apple to the woman as an offer. She asks you to look behind the tree. There is a basket with golden apples. You are allowed to choose one apple. You take an apple and the lady gives you a golden knive. You cut the apple in half and look to the inside of the apple. There is a magical sign or symbool, special for you. Look with much attention to it....When you turn around you see the lady. You give back the golden knive and you say thank you. With the symbol in your mind you walk back the path, leave the forests and go home. When you open your eyes, just stretch a few times. Make a drawing of an apple in your diary and the symbol that is given to you. You can even carve that symbol in the apple and eat the apple to eat your own magic.

[wixelt]

Pearl tells the story, how the hermits, that have had different experiences with the watchers, react?

(Hermit Tales AU)

The previous part, for context.

To anyone who's written an ask this would seemingly conflict with, don't worry. You weren't to know and I plan to get every ask to work together, eventually. I'm doing them in submission order, is all. :)

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Hermit Tales AU #004 - Broken Pearl

It takes more than four days for Pearl to regain consciousness.

Amidst yet another round of dousing potion effects, she awakes with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed with a pained cry. Startled, Gem falls out of her bedside chair, barely catching the potion she was holding.

Impulse is in the room in seconds, followed soon after by every other Hermit in close range, then everyone bar Ren and Cub as word gets out she's woken up.

Very quickly, though, Impulse and Xisuma make everyone else bar themselves and Gem leave Pearl be. She's just woken up, and its clear she's still flagging despite her abrupt waking.

Exhausted and in pain, what she needs right now is space.

Sitting her up sightly, Pearl is made as comfortable as they can manage, still needing to stay on her back. Splash potions are switched out for normal ones and are bolstered by golden apples and certain brands of suspicious stew now she's awake to eat them properly.

Despite shivering and twitching in pain, she just about manages to keep it all down with a little help, smiling weakly in thanks despite the fear in her eyes, understandably devoid of her usual upbeat spark.

This is probably as healthy as she's going to be for a while. Thus, Xisuma takes the initiative to save the rest of Hermits hounding her with terrified questions.

Plainly, he asks her what she saw.

Pearl draws a sharp, wavering breath at the question, but despite fear, grief, pain and a general lack of physical or mental wellness, she presses on.

Unprompted on the details, she speaks of the portal. Of how, to her, its existence is almost a dichotomy made manifest to the part of her changed by the Watchers. Something horrible intruding into their world.

Something she doesn't understand, only aware of through inherited fears.

She speaks with shaky wording of the hollow, searing agony burning into her being in mind, body and soul. Every word or action is a struggle to put together, right now.

She speaks - with hesitation borne of loss - of how she can't feel her brother for the first time in her whole life. Grian's presence is as good as gone from reality, and with it a piece of her is gone soon too.

Perhaps, she muses fearfully, the rest of her will follow, soon.

Gem decries this vehemently, Impulse nodding in staunch agreement. They're going to fix this.

Pearl looks away.

"I wonder if you even can..."

To Gem's eyes, for the first time, she seems small and fragile.

Pearlescent Moon's body doesn't hold onto consciousness for much longer after that. Her lack of energy is not to be understated, and she slips into delirious muttering, followed soon after by restless, distressed sleep as deep as it has been for all these recent days.

Potions return to being splashed, and efforts to cure her continue even as the Hermits keep watch over her, unable to do anything as that tendrils of sickening, green blight burrowed further across her body.

By now, they've reached up to her shoulder and are reaching almost all the way around her midsection.

All the Hermits can do is mull grimly on what they've now learned.

This gateway and this blight - and whatever dark unknowable thing likes behind it all with Grian in its clutches - stands as anathema to the Watchers, and perhaps even to their reality and its laws as a whole in certain respects given how scared the Vex are.

The Hermits as a group have limited knowledge of the Watchers - Doc can attest that no amount of prodding made the Gods explain their presence - but they pool what they can, given their two biggests sources of information on the beings are currently either in critical condition or outright abducted.

Bdubs, Etho, Scar, Impulse, Tango, Cleo, Mumbo and the currently absent Ren have all had repeated brushes with the Watchers, dragged into their death games for some sort of divine punishment. Their negative emotions fed on for... some purpose.

None of this has given them much insight into their existence, though, and until right now they were glad for that.

But now that they need an explanation, something to explain the affliction... they begin to wish they'd done more snooping around.

But then, who else would know?

Other punished, maybe? But some like Skizz or Scott are out - in a similar boat to Hermits even if Scott's Noxcrew connections could help here, though Ren is liable to visit him anyway - while others like Taurtis have dropped off the radar entirely.

But there are two poor souls still out there - friends of the Hermits - who endured both the Watcher's machinations back then and their death games more recently.

And sure, BigB probably doesn't have the information they're looking for, but that still leaves one other. The one probably most taunted by the Watchers during their blood sport.

It's anyone's guess where Martyn is at any given moment.

Which isn't ideal.

Because right now the Hermits need him. He could easily be the person who could give them the best insight into what the Watchers' anti-relationship to this new horror is.

And, Gods forbid it, maybe even a way to make contact.

...They're not that desperate yet, thankfully. Xisuma detests the idea of giving being capable of such malevolent torture into his protected realm willingly, but if it really becomes their last resort he'll do anything to protect his family.

But right now, details to find Martyn are forwarded to Ren and Cub via the Hermithius.

Before they can fight this danger, they have to know its enemy.

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Hermit Tales is built from replies to short prompts, making story & set pieces from one-sentence asks & seeing if a plot evolves.

If you have anything to throw in, feel free. :)

[oliveraiku4sorayuki]

chap2✨

After Yuki's departure, the atmosphere of the classroom immediately changed and there was a noticeable tension

-Elsewhere. Yuki was walking, smiling and humming happily even though she knew Oliver would blacklist more people, but she was still happy, going to the art club and painting to finish her work with the art club.

'I wonder if those girls are going to spread more nonsense, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that no one knows that I'm not as innocent as they think I am.

Yuki puts the final details on her painting and sighs as she finishes her masterpiece, covering it with a white cloth to prevent dust from collecting on her precious canvas.

Yuki hears the voices of the girls she knows to be the source of her nasty rumors and pretends to be clueless about what's going on.

"Seriously, Aiku, why is he protecting her with so much power and energy when she's an ignorant, lazy girl who doesn't know what's going on around her?"

"Also, he says he's her boyfriend, but his actions say the exact opposite… I don't understand anything. First she's seen with Itoshi Rin and seems to be very close to him, and now Aiku!"

The girls talk for a few more minutes before they leave, not realizing that the walls have ears.

'Well that's another gem I have to memorize, maybe I should provoke them to bring out the worst in them so he can get comfortable with them and put them first on his blacklist. The medium brunette closes her phone, sighs softly, and walks out of the art club quietly, her steps silent, happy inside that she has another prize to take those girls down.

She feels a familiar hand patting her head and leans into the touch, then she removes his hand from her head and clasps his hand in hers as they walk out of the school in complete silence. Oliver's girlfriend sees them like this and feels shocked, jealous, betrayed because even if Yuki is so close, who is she to do that to her boyfriend?

"Oh! Oliver and Yuki, good evening." Oliver's girlfriend comes over and tries to ignore the lump in her throat when she sees Oliver, who is her boyfriend, so comfortable with another girl and she doesn't want to say anything so that he doesn't stop talking to her.

"Hello." "Good evening to you too, Miyumizu." She untangles her hand from Oliver, who had lazily greeted his girlfriend, patted her on the shoulder, and raised his eyebrows in surprise when he felt Yuki remove her hand from his.

Miyumizu dragged Oliver a few steps and it was successful because Yuki didn't mind her innocent act towards her lover, but Yuki had other ideas that no one knew about but herself.

'I have a prefecture-wide drawing competition coming up and I haven't decided what the theme or colors will be yet. I also have to transfer what I heard to my computer so I can put it on my flash drive because this is valuable information.

She looks up and sees the apple-green haired man laughing with the natural long brown hair girl and she feels envious, jealous, possessive, wishing she could be the girl holding onto her boyfriend's arm, the same person Yuki fears will reject her or find out who she really is.

'Well, at least he's canceling everything on our special day so he can have me all to himself. I forgot that old man is coming home today and he keeps comparing me to Sae and Rin, even though I love them both, I have to hear it every day and pretend that everything's fine.

Yuki looks at them with a tired look. She's not a robot or a slave, but what she has in her life is enough and she doesn't want to add more, and all she wants is to live a nice and peaceful life with her Oliver as her faithful lover.

Miyumizu's pov

Come to think of it, I find Yuki and Oliver's closeness very strange because how can they be just friends when they treat each other like that, I mean, I'm not oblivious to the rumors about Yuki, I know and hear everything, and I hate those who say these rumors behind poor Yuki's back, who doesn't know what's going on behind her back.

-The next day

"Miomizu, can I call you Miyu?" "Miyu? Why are you saying that now?" "Because Miyu is too long and I hope you don't mind if I shorten your name?"

The brown-haired girl widened her beautiful eyes and felt that this was a nice gesture from Yuki.

Oliver's point of view

"Well done Aiku we're invincible if you're with us!" One of my teammates shouted in celebration of our victory, although I was happy to win, I felt like I belonged in the center back position because I could see the whole field and this time I would protect the growing petal and not let them cut it off. "Where's Yuki, I want to tell her I want to burn the world."

Oliver let out a deep breath as if boulders had been removed from his shoulders and chest.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Cinnamon-Roll Lucifer, Chara, Carmine Sisters & Sari (2024)

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[Note: When I'm able to, I will use this drawing as a Cover for a Chapter over at Quotev...so yeah, even though like one of the tags does say do not reblog without permission, I don't really need to have my own permission to use this for over there, because well ya know one in the same....so yeah, this drawing will be for here and for over at Quotev in the future. and it will be used for a type of Crossover AU type story. PS: ya might need to click on the drawing to make it bigger to get a better view of it.]

Credit for Hazbin Hotel goes to Vivienne Medrano

Credit for Undertale goes to Toby Fox

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & Takara

Credit for Transformers Animated goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

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yeah, with how Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel is....this kind of fanart was gonna happen eventually. I can't be the only one who views Charlie's Dad as a Adorkable Apple Goober AND a Precious Cinnamon-Roll that needs to be protected.

plus the weird thoughts I have is like a mix of him being a cinnamon-roll/adorkable apple goober, and that interesting and funny meme where the goth girl leaves her house and she demands the country loving farm boy...XD

Fizz: Behold, The Eveningstar Princess, The Embodiment Of Weirdness And The Goddess's Earth Angel!

Me: Give Me The Adorkable Duck Loving Cinnamon-Roll...

Lucifer: NO! LET ME GO! I HAVEN'T FINISH MAKING MY NEWEST DUCK CREATION! I SAID STOP! *is being carried by Five Robo-Fizz, who are holding him up in the air, while he is tied up.*

Fizz: Sorry, But The Eveningstar Princess Has Spoken and Demands It.

well me being weird is better than how I was yesterday, kinda had a bit of a bad day...one of my gem bracelets broke, lucky I was able to place it somewhere safe, if we are able to, maybe we can put it back together....lucky my other gem bracelets are okay.

there was other reasons why I had a bad day yesterday as well...

I guess one of my gem bracelets breaking is like a mix of bad day and bad luck, it sucks that the bracelet still broke...I didn't even notice at first until maybe a few minutes or seconds later, don't know...I know that it could of been worse, it could of happen outside and it ending up breaking and falling on some pavement without my knowledge.

it be nice if I had such knowledge about gem bracelets when I was a little kid, maybe it would of helped protect me from the dangerous levels of energies from both people and a place.

I still think it is possible that the two places I have lived at before, before moving to the town that me and my family currently live at (and we had to move from a apartment to a house in the same town, which then when we did do so, I did have that depression happen in 2015...but even when I got better, I ended up falling into another one that seem a bit longer than that first one...that second one may have started in 2016, I think it was December 2017 when I got better. I'm not 100% sure if my second depression I had has anything to do with me ending up sick later on, if I remember right I think I may have gotten sick in 2018, I'm pretty sure that was the same year my first cat was, ya know...and it was when I was getting over from being sick when my first cat was about to, leave this world...I was a crying mess when that was going on. but I know when I was sick, I was throwing up...but at least I got better and I ended up having a second cat, who was actually given to me when they were still a small kitten, well a kitten who is a little older but still a small fluffy kitten, they are older now but they are still my precious fluffy baby who I like to think is my first cat reborn. :D )

may have had some dangerous energies that my body ended up absorbing and ended up causing my seizures, not all seizures are the same, and it can be possible those who are very energy sensitive to both people and a place that may have some bad supernatural energy, will end up getting a seizure.

and children & babies could be extra sensitive to the energies, because they wouldn't know they need to protect themselves from the outside energies that can end up flying around the air and then end up being absorbed into their body, which enough of it could overload them and cause a seizure.

and for all I know, the Toxic-Masculine and maybe even the Toxic-Feminine energy could cause seizures, then again it probably would need to be a very high level of it, and it might need to come from a type of supernatural being in order for it to happen...that is just a theory of course.

Toxic-Masculine is still a problem, and even if some might not fully accept it, well they don't have to. because if some are gonna accept it, they should do so by their own free will and accord.

we might still be able to fix the whole Toxic-Feminine and try to make sure some Toxic-Feminist understand there needs to be true balance.

The Toxic-Masculine had YEARS and Centuries to get as bad and dangerous as it can get at times right now, so it might take some more time and power to fix and heal as well as detoxify it from the Positive Masculine energy.

plus another reason why it is bad, may have to do with the annunaki gene, I still think is is possible and there was a Adam and Eve that are all of humanity's Primordial Ancestors but they had lived a very VERY super ancient long time ago before Adam, Lilith and Eve.

and the Adam, Lilith and Eve we know, are possibly one of the early humans who were born from the hybridization of using Annunaki DNA & Homo-Erectus DNA which would result in the birth of a new type of humanity known as Homo-Sapiens which are also known as Humans. I'm weird and I don't have to follow the same theories on how we got here, I can also believe in the science and creation of evolution.

that yeah we were created by Co-Creators, but some other beings like the Annunaki came and kind of did some stuff that caused well the whole balance with the Masculine and Feminine to become very fragile and it taking centuries to get a bit more better even with the problems that are still going on with the Toxic-Masculine, as well as a bit from the Toxic-Feminine as well.

it still doesn't help that some who are Masculine Aligned, ends up doing something so harmful that it ends up hurting the Feminine even more and could be seen as Domestic Abuse To The Feminine.

then again, I might be the only one who views it that way...

I get that it is like some form of twisted justice, but them thinking it is the "right way" may have to do with the Toxic-Masculine side taking control and influence on them, which is why they need to be healed and have that bad type of masculine energy, detoxified from them, so the good and positive masculine energy can grow stronger and be in balance with it's feminine side.

it is possible that not all other Earth Angels will agree, and I guess I'm fine with that...if I have to pull a Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz on my own without any other help from Other Earth Angels, it's okay.

speaking of the whole "Pink/Rose", I had found out about a video and well even watched it because it seem interesting.

it has to do with Angelic Color of Birth Months...

January is Deep-Blue

February is Violet

March is Light-Green

April is Clear-White

May is Soft-Pink

June is Light-Blue

July is Ruby-Red

August is Golden-Yellow

September is Indigo

October is Opalescent-White

November is Deep-Purple

December is Silver...

the name of the video is Discover Your Angelic Color Unveiling The Vibrant Spectrum of Birth Month Connections which the youtube channel is called Celestial Inspiration.

that video they uploaded and I ended up finding by chance or luck, seemed really interesting to me.

the color Soft-Pink for May is interesting, plus I think I wouldn't mind if my ethereal wings weren't just violet but having a pink color, too.

I wouldn't mind if my ethereal wings were fully pink with violet highlights maybe at the tip ends of the wings.

and the Soft-Pink color being a Angelic Color on the Month I was born and what I'm trying to do and my new belief (which is my believing in both the Heavenly Father & Earthly Mother) ends up reminding me of Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz and The Crystal Gems.

well that and that "Stronger Than You" Parody Song that is suppose to be sang by Rose Quartz. and the parody is by Rachel Michelle.

I love Steven Universe, plus even if I can still like Rose and Greg, it doesn't mean I wont still view them as Gray-Parents as well as being people who during their selfishness, even if there was a mix of good intentions...ended up hurting their family.

like with Greg it being his parents as well as his cousin Marty who is Steven's Honorary Uncle, then later Steven.

Rose ending up hurting White, Yellow and Blue with her faking her own shattering. even though she was doing good, she hurt those who loved her and even Steven who didn't really know her but the stories told by those that both loved and knew her.

I can still like those two, but I guess it can be like mix feelings, since Pink Diamond had purposely hurt Spinel by having her stand perfectly still until she came back.

Bee The Queen Embodiment of Gluttony and Bel The Queen Embodiment of Sloth from Helluva Boss, should punch Pink Diamond until she poofs and then bubble her.

Moon Butterfly in my view, has done far worse than Greg and Rose.

I love SVTFOE, but the whole scapegoating the magic instead of keeping the blame on Moon who misused the magic and cost Quirky his life and placing all other innocent lives of both Mewman and Monster, was not okay. if the day wasn't saved on time, even if it did involve scapegoating the magic and destroying it.

Eclipsa Butterfly's Husband Globgor and other Monsters who were hit by the very magic that was being used by Solarian Warriors, which was cast upon them by Moon herself...

they, the monsters would of lost their lives.

which by the way, even if they weren't hit by Moon's hands. she would still be at fault for causing the deaths of innocent people.

and even if it was a Solarian Warrior that had hit Quirky, which would then end up leading to him dying, but Moon is still responsible for his death, even if she didn't hit him with the magic weapon that would ultimately lead to his death...

I also have a theory about the whole Angelic Steel that makes Angelic Blessing Weapons from both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, and I will talk about it after I get this posted up.

I hope I'm wrong about Lilith from Hazbin Hotel, that she isn't as selfish or toxic-feminine as she seems, because even the Lilith from our universe has a good reason why she became the way she did...which was no thanks to the younger self of Peepaw Adam who was a spoiled entitled brat during his youth and the three angels didn't make things any better either...it is possible that the whole Adam being a brat in his younger days, may have to do with the Annunaki Gene.

but if it does turn out that Lilith from Hazbin Hotel is a selfish, egotistical, toxic-feminine two faced witch...

it be nice if Bee and Bel kick her butt.

I guess if it does turn out she is not as sweet and kind as Charlie thinks, it could mean that if Adam did come back as a Sinner, he would become a bit better even if he keeps his jerky side but ends up changing a bit....while Lilith becomes not very redeemable.

but if it turns out she is even more bad than The Vee Trio (which I still think Valentino may have a slight split personality, like possibly three of them....do those that work on the show read fan fics with Crossover AU like Hazformers by Blitzy-Blitzwing...or is it just a very weird coincidence...? I mean with how Valentino talks in the show most of the time, with his sweet and calm voice seeming super adorkable...it does make me wonder if he does have three split personalities and don't know it....I'm so fan-headcanon that theory.) and it wouldn't be surprising if she is the one who is hurting Alastor, that she is the one who Alastor made a deal with.

well since both her and Lucifer are divorced, the adorkable apple goober who is also a precious cinnamon-roll, could probably find someone better....which to some fans, that would be Alastor.

Alastor is a Precious Strawberry Muffin & Lucifer is a Precious Cinnamon Apple Roll that must be protected from her...

anyway in this drawing it has Sari, in a type of Seraphim form, which I guess it would be her Winner form, but also still making her a Seraphim.

Chara is in a Sinner form in this drawing, which happens to be like a Fawn, it is thanks to a fan fic I read before that made me loved the idea of Chara being Alastor's daughter.

this version of Chara being Alastor's daughter, (well nonbinary-girl daughter who's pronouns are she/her & they/them...) her full name is Charlotte because well the name Chara is a diminutive of the name Charlotte, so the name Chara is pronounce like how Lucifer calls his daughter Charlie by "Char-Char" so this version of Chara's name isn't pronounced like "Kara" but "Char-rah" instead.

also even though I do like the idea of the pilot version of Clara being like a sister of both Odette and Clara, even if it is just in the Fanon.

her name being Clarice can be spelled a bit different, which is why in this drawing I decided to spell it "Klarice" instead of "Clarice"...

Charlie's Dad in a Cinnamon-Roll costume just seem like a good idea, plus the whole me wanting to draw him in such a costume was just me being weird...but I hope some fans of both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, like the whole him being in a Cinnamon-Roll costume.

anyway I'm gonna hurry up and post this up, and check out some fan art on here and then I will get to work on writing that theory about that angelic steel from the universe of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. and hope some like this Crossover drawing, and the whole Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel being in a Cinnamon-Roll Costume. XD

[liashideout]

UNREQUITED —

pairing : porco galliard x reader

genre : smut, hurt comfort, mild (?) angst, canonverse || 16+ can read, minors dni ! [ w.c. 9.7k+ ]

content & warnings : s4 aot manga implied spoilers + character death ( not reader ) + comfort romantic sex

summary : two people meet at the local bar for different reasons, and they spend one night in each other's comfort before the moment fades forever.

before you dive in : the setting happens in Paradis Island, where Porco is currently in disguise as a Yeagerist. Date: Marcel's death anniversary.

crossposted on ao3 : link

a/n : this is for @murmikaa's 4k phases of love collab, thank you so much for letting me join in <3

thank you @lacheri for helping me beta-read this, i love you so so much ♡

Green is a warning.

It's funny how you were taught that way, for green is the colour of nature. There are many ways to go about it.

Green becomes verdant when describing the grass coated fields at the hillside.

Emerald hangs around the neck of the fine lady walking across you in the street, her significant other places her palm on the small of the lady's back, she holds the same shade of gem on her ring.

The bartender in front of you is reaching out to grab a bottle labelled 'Chartreuse', and you've decided that shade of green is called so.

The concept is simple enough.

Army green is the shade you need to be wary of. Don’t be fooled by how dull it looks to the eye, for it’s a bright warning to all.

Whenever you see that shade of green, from their coat, person covered from shoulder to knee, it's your sign to turn around, walk away and don't look back.

You stayed vigilant to that rule until tonight.

"One more,"

"You sure? You look pretty busted, young lad."

You sneak another glance.

It's rude to pry into a stranger's conversation, it really is, and the worst part is that it does you no good at all to do so. You've heard enough of your mother's strange metaphors to know this, your mother has a weird way of seeing things. 

She describes it as lifting a trapdoor unwarranted, to peek through a black narrow crevice in a room of pure white, like poking your eye through the keyhole to see what's beyond the locked door.

You never know when it goes wrong, the other end of the keyhole could be the garden of Eden, or what comes is the muzzle of a gun, and the bullet might be the last thing that runs across your mind.

The world hasn't changed much since 4 years ago, in fact, the world hasn't changed at all.

It just got bigger.

Your mother was a smart woman, she knew all the little tricks needed to survive, from negotiating for cheaper prices at the market for goods, down to the gut feeling that flashed warning signs, steering her away right before trouble. She raised you all by herself, she's strong. The scattered advice she gave through her naggings were justified, the roundabout ways she took to do so, you weren't so sure. The established rule was not to mess with the government, don't get tainted in their mud, and life won't go wrong any more than it did. Your father learnt that rule too late.

Despite this fact, you still couldn't help yourself. This could be due to your eagerness to learn, curiosity always giving you a tap on the shoulder to lure you away. After all, mysteries exist simply to be solved, or why would they exist in the first place?

It's a simple concept, it all boils down to human nature, just like how it all started, when humans began to sin. The apple was too enticing. 

The interaction at the other end of the bar table was intriguing to you. You had no idea what this pull meant, but it’s magnetic, constantly drawing your attention and making you glance over from the corner of your eye.

A basic interaction between a boss and a customer, bartender and militarian.

Maybe it's because you hated that a soldier was seated at your side of the table. But could hatred really intrigue you so?

You chugged down another gulp, attempting to shake off whatever stupid thoughts your head was feeding you. They wasted no time at all in piecing together the image you last saw, painting on the missing lines and colouring it vibrant with many hues onto the canvas.

The gallery displayed the frame of your local bar, with just enough people around to be cosy as they entertained themselves away in the comfort of each other. The bartender had his hands full in prepping another drink.

The military man at your side was drawn in greater calibre compared to the rest of the picture.

Dirty blonde hair slicked back neatly and muscular build filling his attire nice. His jaw and features sharp.

He looked divine.

The only thing that threw you off was the green. He's clad in that same disgusting uniform the military troops wore, grey eyes dull from the amount of alcohol he's chugged. You began to count.

1 drink, 2, 3 drinks, or was it more? You can't remember just how many have been served onto the table, you just know it was a worrying amount that the bartender got nervous for him.

It was clear his goal was to get wasted, but you can't help but remember that there was no cause of celebration at all for the military troops, with Eren Jaeger on the loose, all was lost.

The man looks at his glass again, swirling the liquid in lazy circles. The droopy look in his eye you'd notice anywhere, his bitterness pouring out of his body into the faintest of actions. This man looked sad. Bitter and sad.

It was a pity, his eyes could've looked so pretty.

They look like shattered glass now.

You looked back at your own drink in hand. Did you have a reason to waste away your sorrows like him? Your head was so clear despite the number of drinks you chugged down yourself, full of clarity just like the white wine you’re swirling in your glass, mimicking his actions unknowingly while he occupies your mind. Probably not good as a reason as his, you’re doing this all for a good time, aren’t you? You sneaked one last glance at the man, and you shrugged the curiosity off.

Not worth the risk, you finalised your judgement.

The wine in your glass took longer to finish than you thought was necessary, you didn't mean to stall, especially with the loud conversation from the table behind drowning out the faint music. Maybe it just wasn’t a good night tonight. You looked up, only to find the bartender standing at the far end of the table, right before the military man, nudging at his toned arms.

“Kid, are you asleep?”

He really is, one hand resting on the table, cushioning his forehead and his face buried in the sleeve of his uniform. The other arm was lax on his side. He’s completely knocked out.

“Hey, wake up!" he tugged at the green sleeve of the blond-haired man once more.

The man was half asleep. Eyes barely open and furrowed eyebrows to express his annoyance, practically shooting daggers at the bartender, but it wasn't for disrupting his rest, it was for a different reason entirely, a strange reason at that.

"Get your hands off me, Eldian."

You paused.

It was a funny realisation, shunning your interest away for it was taboo in your family to like a man like him, yet in reality, you were begging for something more, anything. And that little push he gave was just the right thing.

You can’t help it. Curiosity catching on fire faster than you can put it out, a single word spoken across the table fueled kerosene to this abandoned imagery lingering in your mind, value soaring for what's at stake here. You wouldn't want to make the same mistake as your father.

It wasn't just about a handsome man or the fact that he was part of the military now, as if those two things didn’t pull you in enough. If you were contemplating on risking it earlier, the temptation increased tenfold, he's so much more alluring now. This man wasn't boring like the other ones. He’s interesting.

An Eldian, huh.

A word used only in the newspapers bringing about more mysteries into this little world was brought up, and by a man of the military at that, throwing the word around like a slur. No one made such creative insults no matter how divided you were. Not in these narrow walls.

As quick as you were to catch on the small detail of the conversation you eavesdropped, your mother's strange metaphors began rolling the scenes in your head.

Trapdoor. Dark crevice. Keyhole.

Do not peek.

Green means turn away and don't look back.

"Kids these days, mopping around with their stupid insults. The military has gotten lax."

The bartender catches your stare.

"Ya know him?"

You shook your head, and with that, you turned down the bartender's voice in your head.

Your attention dived back to the drunken soldier. Is it worth it? For him?

Father died young to the military, but you were too little to understand, your mother fed strange metaphors to guide you. The question is have you grown at all?

Is it going to be Eden or a bullet to the head?

The soldier is still slumped on the bar table, the bartender speaks over to you:

"Good, you're still young. Don't mess with the mili-"

"I'll take him home."

Worth the risk, you disregard the previous decision.

He’s heavy, with most of his body weight on you and one arm slung across your shoulder. You carried forward, holding onto his arm as you tried to keep his body lifted. The sole of your shoes began tainting, stained with dirt from the dragged steps, one step at a time. The sound was loud with each step you took, it was echoing, bouncing off the tall walls of the narrow alleyway, it was all you could hear. His army boots followed along sloppily with each step you took as you slowly made your way out of the dark road.

It was scary. 

You weren’t very good with being in the dark alone, you knew that fact very well, always avoiding this situation well. You didn’t like the contrast of glaring lamps against the dark night, the way the flies swarmed around it like the sun, the little chatters of people around you, the way your mind filled in the lines you couldn’t hear. Every sentence went against you. 

The cold occasional gust of wind sent your way couldn't calm you enough, with light beads of sweat forming on your forehead, the sound sped up as you sought to get to comfort quick, hoping to get to the other end of the tunnel, and the man you’re carrying is completely knocked out.

He’s dead weight, you can’t go any faster at all. His arms around your shoulder loosens, and you feel him slipping from your grasp. You catch him, letting him lean more onto you, shifting your weight to steady yourself and make sure he doesn’t flop on the brick road. 

You must’ve been stupid to not know what you were getting yourself into, muscular arms filling his sleeves up nice and a robust figure must have had you enchanted under the warm lights of the bar, must’ve faked a halo on his head and gave you ideas, this was more than what you could handle, and the worst part was you knew nothing of this man. 

Funny how that's the reason you chose to let him in your arms in the first place.

You hear a voice, startling you and making you lose composure for a second, that was before you realised it was the man slung around your arm coming to wake.

“H-hey, you alright?”

Those were some stupid first words to the man you’re interested in.

All you hear was more inaudible groans coming from him, his posture slipping, making it harder for you to steady yourself. You tried your best still.

“Hands off me, devil.”

“You’re still on about that?” You huffed out in annoyance. He must still be talking about the Eldian situation in the bar, this time he decides to throw out a harsher word. A devil.

“You’re drunk. Where do you live? I’ll take you there.” you replied, tone slightly desperate from how anxious you were earlier.

“I don’t...hic.. don’t have one.”

“Pardon?”

“D-don’t have...a home.”

“Oh.”

And suddenly all the exhaustion filling your veins washed out, it felt refreshing, like those words spoken washed a tide onto you, cleansing you away of any harsh feelings from the situation, all that’s left was empathy, for those words were surprisingly relatable somewhere so close to home.

“I’ll take you to mine.”

The walk back home wasn’t as difficult now, for your thoughts didn’t eat up your mind like before. You didn’t feel alone anymore.

Even though you’re carrying this man, his warmth seeps into your skin, his weight makes him feel present. And in this narrow street where darkness looms over and no one is around, you’re glad that he’s here.

Porco didn't mean to pass out, he didn't want to sleep.

It’s back again. This scene haunted him repeatedly, over and over, ate him away slowly as his movements grew lethargic, until the bags formed under his grey eyes were permanent, clouded his mind. Porco was lacking sleep from how much he chased it away, he knew it was definitely coming today.

He’s in the same terrain, back with the same group of warriors, Reiner and Bertholdt by his side, Annie straying slightly ahead from the group. Gold and tangerine peaked through the purple curtains of the sky and he could feel the tremors of the Earth before it even happens. Everything felt like reality, and it’s scary, trapped in a body but his limbs refused to move the way he wanted them to, he could only watch the scene ready itself again. The way the ground beneath him began to rumble, cracks forming like porcelain in contact with the floor, and one claw appeared before the other, the same titan always emerges. It's like the strings are tied to his limbs, him being strung around like a puppet and moving involuntarily, legs beginning to sprint to shove Reiner away. He didn't want to.

The last frame would always pan to Reiner’s face, for it’s the last thing Marcel ever saw. Reiner was scared, stupid, and useless. He couldn’t do anything at all. And that was it.

He hated Reiner ever since. But as he took in a deep breath, filling his chest with cold air, he couldn’t get it out at all, this familiar punch in his gut, bringing about heavy clouds in his mind that never drifted away, they always went along wherever he went. Marcel didn’t regret saving Reiner at all, not even for a second.

Porco always wished his brother thought twice about coming back home.

He fought away these dreams, some days he reigned victory over them, other days he did not. Today he tried to with alcohol, Porco is not usually one to let down his guard in enemy territory, just this one day he prays it won't come to him in his sleep. More so than any day, today, he wanted them gone.

But the same scene played over, he couldn't stop it at all, and now he's all alone, again.

It's all dark, and he's scared now. It always ends with him waking up in cold sweat, and he would stay by the windowsill and watch the gold peek through the night sky. You would think Porco hated sunrises that haunted him in these dreams, but it was the only thing that comforted him in the reoccurring nightmare, the warmth of it was all he had.

The scene goes pitch black, and Porco expected to be awake with terrible poundings in his head, a consequence of last night’s actions. Tonight he was greeted differently.

Porco hears the sound of a stream, it’s calm and gentle, whispering into his ear, it’s tucking his hair back, cold hands reaching to his forehead, cupping the side of his face with soft hands, fingertips icy and they're softly settling on each side of the temples, their cool forehead getting close to his own, and the contact is made.

The jewel-toned waters flowed past his body, and the tension and all worries ceased to exist, even if it was only for that moment. His furrowed brows eased and the worry lines in between them faded. His expressions softening, for it was an embrace so soft, that he could stay here for eternity.

He wakes.

Your eyes are closed. 

The sound of the stream from the water tap you left on could be heard here in your bedroom. Each hand of yours was cupping the sides of his face, and the heat of it sears you. 

He’s burning up. 

You’ve attempted to grab towels soaked with cold water, wringing the water dry till your hands hurt. Looking down at them, palms before you sore and fingertips wrinkled from the constant contact of water, you can barely even squeeze them shut without wincing, it hurt the same way as tugging on a raw rope with no gloves on. Even so, you repeatedly did this since last night, sitting by the side of the bed where he slept and having to replace the towel in short intervals due to the heat of his body soaking up the cold. You persisted in doing so, hoping his fever would die down. It didn’t.

Things weren’t looking too good. Since that small conversation you shared on the way home yesterday, he hasn’t woken up till now. Even with the cold towel on his forehead cooling him down, he’s not showing signs of improvement, eyebrows furrowed and occasionally body jolting, it didn’t look like he’s having a nice rest.

Was it wrong to bring him to your house like this? You didn’t plan to go that far with it. You didn’t even know what you were doing as the words left your lips, and now here he is in your very own home. You really didn’t plan for things to escalate like this.

The back of your hand reached up to his forehead, fingers lightly pushing away strands of loose hair from his face and thumb gently caressing the side of his face. You watched him, eyes shut and head occasionally turning away, it looks like he’s having a bad dream. He looked pitiful in this state.

Your fingers were numb from the constant wringing, and as you placed your hand onto his forehead, you couldn’t get a good estimate of the temperature well enough anymore. It came naturally to you, your other hand reaching up to hold the other side of his face, leaning in close to him. It’s just like how your mother would treat you each time you were sick, sitting by your side of the bed and coming close, her forehead against yours to check your temperature, to see if her baby’s fever has died down a little. You’re just doing the same now, eyes closed and leaning forward until the contact is made. He’s still hot, but not as much as before.

You didn’t mean for the moment to last longer than a second. It’s just a temperature check, nothing more, nothing less. But right when you felt the heat of his body, you could feel his body go weak, tense muscles relaxing to your touch and eyebrows no longer furrowed angrily like before. It was a nice feeling, it relaxed you too. Eyes opening slowly, you ended the moment, gently pulling away from him.

“Oh, hey. You’re awake.”

“H-hey,” he replied weakly, voice still husky from the alcohol effects earlier.

Porco wakes up to see you in front of him, a person this up close, hands laced around each side of his face, eyes pretty like a pair of jewels staring back at him, and he has no idea who you are, besides the fact that you looked oddly familiar.

He comes into realisation.

"How long was I out ?" His voice was desperate, a hand came up to his face, right where your hands were and struck them away without a second thought. He's not thinking straight at all. Porco just hoped it wasn't too late for the operation, hoping that he didn't miss out on a mission for Marley against the Yeagerist just because he's spent the night wasting away on personal issues and now hanging out with one of the island devils. Pieck could be waiting.

"One day. It's nighttime now..." you muttered, voice trailing off.

As your reply satisfied him, he huffed out a sigh, a relieved breath.

The operation starts in the morning. He still had a few hours. A few hours before a great operation. The most important one yet.

You thought the first feeling that would come to you as he wakes would be relief and joy, that the sick patient in your bed which you nursed to health being better would be all that you needed. The second wave you expected was embarrassment, with your face centimetres away from him as he wakes up, finding the hands of a stranger this intimate with him. It wasn’t a good first impression when he’s sober.

But all that came was annoyance, that and anger. You never expected much from all this, just a tiny bit of gratitude would be enough, anything at all would do. Was that too much to ask? But even now, as your hands were smacked away from his face being the first thing he does as he wakes, the feeling still burning fresh at the back of your hands, your heart sinks in your chest. Maybe a single word of gratitude was too much to ask for after all.

Porco takes in his surroundings, trying to understand even just a little of the current situation. Enemy territory? It shouldn’t look so cosy, him being tucked in nice in a comfortable bed and the lights were dim, having a small lamp by your bed to illuminate the room. It takes him a while to recognize the sound of the river steam from his dream, your water tap flowing in the background, was that the sound that comforted him so nice as he wakes?

There’s a basin at your nightstand, a tub filled with cold water and cloth inside soaking it. He reached his arms out of the blankets to reach up to his forehead, the cool of it was unfamiliar compared to the heat he’s feeling surging through his body. He looks back at you, familiar cold fingers that stroked his hair, and he realises the action you did earlier. You must’ve been going back and forth with replacing towels to calm his fever, not getting a wink of sleep to care for him.

He sees you by his side, sitting at the edge of the bed, as far as you could sit without falling off and your head turned away from him. Your hands played into their habit when anger strikes, arms crossed against your chest, fingertips gripping onto the fabric of your shirt, holding some of in your weakly clenched fist. Some of your hair falls to the sides of your face, creating a slight curtain preventing him from seeing your expressions, and although not helpful for him, it worked as temporary hiding for you, to sort out your feelings at least.

Maybe it was because you haven’t got a wink of sleep, your fatigue hitting its peak and your back aching and sore from not getting any rest at all. You’re exhausted, eyelids droopy that all you could do to stay awake, to stay sane right now was this little bit of pain to keep you thinking. As your palms held the fabric between them with closed fists, the raw skin on your palms stung, like tiny needles were prickling on them, they’re rubbed raw. You clenched your grasp harder, convincing yourself it’s the only reason you’re feeling like this, the reason why you feel the tears are welling up in your eyes and this sick feeling in your gut growing. 

The pain is the only reason you’re feeling like this, you idiot. 

You repeatedly convinced yourself that to wash this feeling away.

Porco’s looking at you, your grip tightening onto cloth, hands trembling as you do so yet you still claw them tighter. He recognized that feeling all too well, looking back down at his own calloused palms from relentless training. It hit him, realising how your nimble hands weren't getting a break throughout the night, wringing the cloth to calm his fever, again, and again, and again, bearing it all without a complaint, this was all for him, just for him to feel better, if only for a moment before you had to go back and exchange another one.

It was all you wanted, for him to feel better. It hit him hard that the devils living here on Paradis Island could act better than humans in Marley.

Those very hands were the ones so cool to the touch from being soaked in icy water, reaching to his face, caressing his skin like silk, forehead against his and calming him down, welcoming him back to reality with a feeling so calm he could never imagine it hours ago, especially not today. How grateful was he to have you around? To have you bring him out of that nightmare. 

“Thank you.”

His voice broke you free from your thoughts, it’s gentle this time, no more name callings like ‘Eldian’ or the ‘devil’, they all seemed to have faded out. surprising you. You lifted your head, eyes widened and turned to face him.

He’s seated up on the bed, and he’s more relaxed, more pulled together now. He’s not like the soldier you met hours ago, brimmed with sorrow and drinking away like it was his last night, nor was he the person groggy on the streets, the one with a clenched jaw and beaded sweat as he struggled with a nightmare, a state that you pitied. A gentle smile laced his face, there’s a hint of sadness to it, but grateful. 

It made all of this worthwhile, a full day and a full night's worth of efforts, made it worth it to get this far.

The swelling feeling in your chest faded out, breath held in unknowingly came out with a light huff. Tears in your eyes which you’ve been keeping in no longer hard to fight back and clenched fists opening up. Just like that, with those two words, the tension built up in your shoulders, your core, they’re all washed away.

“It’s not much, d-dont worry about it…” your thumbs are playing a gentle wrestle, you never knew what to do with them in situations like this.

“No, really, thank you.” he replied, this time more reassuringly, trying to make his words get to you. He really hope they did.

They did.

For you felt like everything was worth it, to hear those words.

You responded with the same kind smile he has.

“By the way, is this your house?” he asked.

“Yeah, I live here,”

“Alone?”

“Alone.” 

You turn to look him in the eye, his expression tried to hide it, but that little bit of sadness remained unconcealed. You didn’t blame him, for it was the same reaction you gave when he spoke those slurred words on the way home. It hit way too close to home.

“What’s your name?”

“Oh. Porco. Poco Galliard.” he responded, and suddenly a little hint of boyish awkwardness came into the frame, breaking the mild tension from the previous subject. He’s reaching his hands up to rub the back of his neck. It was refreshing to see what you thought was a stern man act this way, he’s acting normal for his age now.

“What’s yours?” Porco asked, tilting slightly. When you responded to him, name leaving your lips, another gentle smile formed on his face.

“Nice to meet you, _____.”

You responded with a smile matching his.

“Oh right, do you have any medicine? Your hands…” his voice quiet at the end of his words, head tilting to glance at your fingers.

Porco cleared his voice again and then spoke, this time more assuringly.

“I’ll get them for you, just tell me where it is.” He pulls the blanket away, feet touching the ground and standing up a little too fast for his current state, the dizziness hits him hard, causing him to fumble, struggling to keep his balance. You stood up and held onto his arm, helping him to get back to the bed.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’ll get it and bring it over, okay?”

Porco responded with a nod, and just with those words you left to get some medicine. You weren’t sure if you even had any in this house, he watches as you took in your bottom lip between your teeth, wrecking your brain as you left to get some.

Is it alright for him to be like this? 

Marcel’s death anniversary was today, and he’s hours away from Marley’s operation in retrieving the Founding Titan. He can’t think straight at all, with the effect of sleep wearing away and the light headache beginning to kick in.

Just a few hours, just for these few hours spent here would be okay, wouldn’t it?

Porco gets pulled away from his thoughts as you knock on the door, coming in with a small box of what he assumed was medicine. You welcomed yourself in and made your way to his side of the bed again.

“Give it here, I’ll help.” 

You looked back at him, smile gentle and grey eyes bright now. His own calloused palms reached out to the box placed on the sheets, opening it up to examine which medicines to use. 

“Here, this one,” Porco said as he pulled out a glass bottle, the chartreuse coloured liquid swirled around inside, you never even knew you had it.

“I can do it myself, hold on.” you pulled out some cotton balls from the box, fingers fumbling as you do so.

“Give me your hands, I’ll do it.” he extended his palm before you, beefy palms that could hold so much warmth and comfort, they’re all calloused now.

You extended your hand without a retort.

Watching him, the way he applies the medicine on, gently pouring it on and dabbing it onto your wounds, occasionally lifting his head to check if he’s hurting you. You’re grateful for it, but at the same time you realised, he must’ve done it himself over and over, to know which parts would hurt you, those experienced hands so used to their peeled skin are the same ones who could apply it this proper, bandaging your arms so they wouldn’t hurt or it wouldn’t restrain you in any way. He’s been through a lot as well. That’s for sure.

Another gentle wind, cold due to the liquid on your palms. Porco blew on your medicined hand as he held them softly in his own, before wrapping layers on bandage like he did to your other hand.

“Okay, I’m done.” hands still grabbing your wrists, he places them down gently onto the sheets, head coming up to look back at you.

Your cheeks were hot, must be the fatigue, once again, you blamed the fact that you didn’t have a wink of sleep, for your heart was fluttering with just these little acts. It felt the same way as a hand reaching up to caress your hair until you’re all better. The warmth blossomed in your chest, spreading it throughout your body. 

You’ve met this man in a bitter state, but right now as he’s helping you, gentle arms extended and caressing your fingers, it felt good, to be the one being taken care of, it felt nice not to feel alone.

“Are you tired? You should get some rest too.” Porco’s words waked you from your trance.

“Yeah… I should.” That was when you realised he’s still on your bed, you weren’t prepared for any guests at all, your bed being your only rest spot.

“I’ll take a rest at the sofa, I’ll be right outside if you need me, alright?”

His vision is still blurry from the giddy state he’s in, it’s all a haze, making him feel all foggy and confused in this heavy heart, he’s never been in a headspace like this, but all he knows is that it makes his heart ache to see you walk those steps away, each step for you felt like walking on knives for him. Instincts took over his limbs, his thoughts, heart over mind, arm reaching out to grip onto yours softly. The cool of your skin calmed his mind once more, grey clouds above him drifted away and he could see the azure stream again, everlasting and clear. It hits him hard, not in the way he wakes in cold sweat at night but a thud in the heart as he realises his actions, pink flushes visible on his cheeks and suddenly he’s grateful for the warm light by your nightstand, covering up for him.

He’s here for a mission, not to mess with love. A warrior's good at conquering battles, the last four years were full of battles, but no experience taught him how to conquer a war like this, not when he's already surrendered himself to you. Porco drew a deep breath and allowed the words to flow out. They came as naturally to him as a river flows in the direction it takes.

“Stay, please? ”

He knows with this one touch that he would regret this instance later, but he knows better that a deeper regret would sink in if he didn’t hold on to this feeling. Just this one night he won’t be a warrior, he’ll be human, he’ll be a human in those eyes, to a stranger that feels like home.

He hears silence, heart pounding in a deafening volume he doesn’t dare to peek up, head sinking ready to dismiss the next frame of this scene if it all went wrong. Porco shut his eyes and waits for your voice to soothe him, hopefully, you'll feel the same way he does, and all this would be worth it.

“Okay.”

His grip was soft, but it came with enough reassurance for you to know he was genuine. He wanted you here. Fingers wrapped around your wrist and the warmth is practically branding onto your skin, 

You took a seat at the side of your bed and turned to meet Porco in the eye.

“Will you feel better with me here?”

Porco gave you a nod, his hands reaching out to yours, grabbing them softly into his palms, looking back up to meet your gaze. He must be staring at you stupid, but he didn’t care, thumb gently tracing shapes onto the back of your hand as he stares into your jewelled eyes. It calms him, somehow. He can’t describe the feeling at all, but just looking at you soothes his mind, makes the dark clouds fade away and the haunting nightmares seem like they never existed.

“Can I … make you feel better?”

“Yeah.”

You lean in for a kiss, and he invites you into his embrace. Your hand creeps up to his shoulder, gripping onto the fabric of his shirt lightly, lips clashing as you gave in to his touches.

It's warm. And it's an unfamiliar feeling. No one you've been with makes you feel so welcomed like this. You knew he was different from the first look on the bar, eager, passionate, daring, kisses so magnetic and he pulls you in deeper into the feeling. Porco's hand was on your head, drifting his fingers along your hair, allowing them to flow between his fingertips.

His lips parted and the tip of his tongue glides by your bottom lip, seeking permission to kiss you better. You obliged, a tiny chuckle escaping your lips and you can feel a huff from him. Eyebrows furrowed again but not in the same angry way they were in the bar, it's an eased expression, muscles relaxing to your touches. The corner of your lips curled from his actions towards you, and he responds with a playful bite on your bottom lip.

"Ow."

"My bad." a light wind blew against your cheeks as he chuckled.

Porco didn't know what did it for him. Was it the way you eased up to him, a mischievous side he's just spotted now that you've opened up? Or it could be the way he felt close to you, it was something he couldn’t put a finger on, he just knew you felt right to his touches. You brought in the same feeling as when everything was okay, it was a refreshing feeling.

Hair beautiful as he played with it with his fingertips, your palm pressed on his chest, tugging on his shirt lightly and pulling fabric into your clenches as your tongues danced at your bottom lips. He feels the pressure of your palms, the heat of your skin branding onto his chest, the same hands he wishes to kiss until they feel all better and well again.

Porco pulls you in deeper into his embrace, his arms coming to wrap around your waist as he invites you onto his lap where he sat against the wall, kiss unbroken all the while he does so. Your knees are on the bed, legs feeling the warmth of the soft sheets and thighs brushing against his leg as you sat on his lap, body pressing closer to feel more of him.

He pulls away from your kiss, breath heavy and you can feel his chest heave as he catches his breath. From this position you’re seating, you’re taller than him, even if just a little. Your face centimetres away from him and your hair falls to the side, tickling his cheeks.

“Take it off, Porco.” You tug at the fabric at his chest lightly.

Porco nods his head, leaning his body back a little for some space in between, two hands reaching for the collar of his white shirt and begins unbuttoning the topmost button there. You’re impatient, you just wanted to feel all of him, help him feel better, just indulge in the moment with nothing else in mind.

Your bandaged hands reach up to help him unbutton the remaining buttons, the both of you chuckling slightly at each other’s impatience.

Porco unhooks the final button and takes the shirt off, one sleeve and then the other.

“There we go,” he says, a light huff escapes his lips, tickling your skin, making you giggle.

“You too, _____” Porco reaches to the bottom hem of your shirt, you responded by lifting your arms up for him, allowing him to lift your shirt off your body. He’s greeted with your hair messy on your face, loose strands lightly falling out of place. Your hand loses contact with his body, reaching up to comb a swift move, removing the stray strands off your face. Porco just looks at you in awe, your smooth skin, your cleavage showing between your bra, shoulders, collarbone, neck, every part of you just pretty beyond his imagination.

You look at his face, he’s dumbstruck, it’s almost as though he’s never seen a girl naked. You hid your giggle, lips unable to hold it in as they curve up to his reaction. He’s blushing again. It’s so cute, to see him this way.

Your hands reach up, cupping each side of his face, fingers tracing his jaw, lifting his head up slightly as you lift your body to meet his gaze below. Your face was now millimetres away from him, just so so close to your touch, grey eyes looking directly into yours in the dim lights.

Porco tilts his head, forehead coming into contact with yours with a light clunk, the same way you did as you checked his temperature, making you both giggle.

Seeing him laugh out loud like this, to his heart’s content made you realise something. It wasn’t a huge thought, but it still did hit you in the heart. Maybe the reason you helped him this much, from the bar, the walk home, down to nursing him to health was for this. To cleanse his bitterness away, to see him laugh from the bottom of his heart. Maybe that was the pull you felt at the bar table. Another smile forms on your lips, a bright one matching his.

His arms around your waist tightens, pulling you close into another passionate kiss. His hands are hot on your back, thumbs rubbing small circles against the dimples at the small of your back, making you weak in the knees, sinking into his touches.

The makeout session felt like hours, you have absolutely no grasp of time as you feel his warm tongue playing with you, soft pink lips pressing against yours. The warm tingle in your core is hard to neglect now, for it’s not dying down at all, just growing, yearning for more of his touches than just this.

“Porco, I-I want you.”

“I want to feel more of you, too.”

He kisses you more aggressively, the hands around you loosening as he reaches upwards to unclasp your bra, and you let out a soft mewl as he does so.

Pulling away, he’s looking at you, admiring your breasts, how soft they look to the touch. Hands come from your back quickly to fondle them, the warmth of his breath tickling your skin as he leans closer to your chest.

“You’re beautiful, so so beautiful.”

His body is so close to yours, so close you can feel his voice hollowing out in his chest as he speaks. A lick on your nipple causes you to moan aloud. Wet tongue against your sensitive skin has you throwing your head back, knees no longer able to support yourself upright as your thighs sink onto his lap.

He takes one of your breasts into his mouth, fingers playing with your bud on the other boob, sweet moans began pouring out your lips, and he’s getting drunk on it all. Your grip on the sheets tightens as he continues playing with your breasts.

Once Porco was satisfied, lips not leaving your breast, the other one traveled down your body, tracing his fingers down the line of your chest, abdomen, passing your belly button, to underneath your skirt, beginning to rub on the soaked fabric of your panties. You yelp to his touch, body leaning to him and head buried at his neck.

“Feels good?” he asks, breath shaky.

“Mm, i-it does.”

“Wanna make you feel better. Better ‘till you can’t think.”

“O-okay.” You could barely respond, his words blooming butterflies in your stomach as they fluttered violently, your pussy pulsating to his touch, so sensitive and juices flowing.

Once your words reach him, his fingers pull away the fabric of your panties to the side, pushing a finger into your tight cunt, and then another one, making your back arch, chest to chest as you moan onto his neck, feeding him your sweet moans right near his ear.

He enters you, fingers going in and out of your cunt sloppily, making your mind go blank. Right now, you’re feeling so giddy, just want to feel more of him, want him inside you. Your arms lift up from the sheets and you wrap them around his neck.

“Porco, I want you to feel you, too. Want you to feel better.” 

How could he deny you in this state? Words alluring and lips pursed together, you melting to his touches. He’s so hard right now, he wants you too. He can feel his cock pulsate in his pants as you moan right into his ear, as you clench around his fingers deep inside you.

He gives you a nod.

You help each other undress, him stripping away your panties and you remove his trousers and then his boxers.

You can’t help but stare, the veins of his dick protruding and the girth of it thick. It would be hard to take. You swallow down a gulp.

Porco seemed to know what was running through your mind, he taps on his lap, inviting you to sit on him with a welcoming smile.

“We’ll go slow, okay?” he speaks softly. You reply with a nod and crawled up to his lap.

“Yeah, please.” A chuckle leaves his lips as you say those words.

Porco has his hands wrapped around his cock, a thumb on the tip of it as he holds it against your entrance,

“Don’t rush yourself, take it slowly, kay’?”

You give him a nod, followed by a gentle smile and begin to sink down on his cock.

Knees locking up from the pressure, your breath heaves as you take in his cock, inch by inch, lowering yourself down as he rubs small circles on your thighs to make you relax. He can feel you pulsating, fingernails digging into his back as moans consecutively left your lips.

“Go slow, fuck.” Porco’s words end breathily as he feels you take up the last inch of him, his cock fully inside you and the tightness of it all makes him go crazy.

“I-I got it,” you responded with a cheeky grin, voice just as breathy as his. You haven’t had sex in such a long time, and it’s taking every bit of you to keep composed when the feeling stings you, with him so deep inside you like this. The feeling of him entering itself was close enough to bring you to the edge.

“Easyy, babe.” he laughs lightly.

You took your time to catch your breath, head buried in his neck. When you’ve adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you, you came up to meet his gaze, he gives you a reassuring smile, and with that, you begin to lift yourself from his cock before lowering and sheathing him fully into you. A tiny grunt leaves his lips as you do so.

Porco’s hands reach up from your thighs to hold onto the sides of your waist as you move up and down his cock, slowly gaining momentum as you get lost in the feeling. Your lips finds his amid this heat, crashing onto him and he’s no longer able to hold himself back, not with you taking him so well like this. Porco begins lifting his hips, thrusting in and out of you. You let out a moan in surprise into his mouth, and he persisted in kissing you sweetly, making you drunk in the feeling of it all.

The ache in your core grew and you felt yourself reaching over the edge each time Porco bucked his hips against yours, more moans escaping your lips.

“F-fuck, I’m gonna, gonna- “

“Shh, I know. Me too.” Porco replied breathily, hands at your waist became arms wrapped around you, pulling your body closer to his. He began speeding up his thrusts, and your kisses shared grew sloppier, saliva dripping down your chin. You both looked messy in this state. Your head found its way back to Porco’s neck and your moans became more frequent as he continued fucking you. With a final thrust, he bucked into you, cock reaching deep inside you, feeling the warmth of his seed filling you up.

The sensations were enough to make you go over the edge. The feeling in the pit of your stomach snaps, your orgasm reaching its peak as you moan into his neck, fingernails digging into his back.

The both of you took your time in catching your breaths, allowing the waves of pleasure to wash over. You lifted your head to meet his gaze once more. His eyes were closed, feeling every bit of this bliss and indulging in this moment.

“Porco,”

His eyes opened slowly to meet yours, and a kind smile forms on his lips. Your expressions matched along to his.

“I love you, Porco.”

There was no response.

You weren’t sure if you were overthinking it, but his smile suddenly changed, the curve of his lips was all the same, but it looked bittersweet now. You had no idea why.

He reaches a hand up to caress the back of your hair, petting your head gently and hand going over your hair. He pushes it gently, letting your head press against his chest. It’s intimate, you can feel every heave of his chest, his heartbeat.

“Porco, what are you-”

“Let’s...stay like this for a bit, okay?”

“O-okay.”

Every little heartbeat, his warmth, you can feel it. You’re beyond close to him and his hand strokes your hair. All of it feels so nice, you might be enjoying it too much, but you didn’t care at all. You let yourself go to this feeling, for even if it lasted only for a moment, you want to savour every bit of it before it fades away.

You both stay like this for a while, before Porco slowly leans back, moving away. You look up to meet his gaze.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll go...get dressed,” he replies, voice slightly shaky, and leaves to pick up his clothes on the floor.

For a minute, you almost forgot about those three words you said, but it came so naturally to you, you didn’t regret it at all.

When you said I love you, he never said it back.

But as you reached to stroke some of your hair to play with it in your hand, you noticed a slight dampness, and smiled.

You hoped that was the answer he’s reciprocating to you.

“I’m done changing,” Porco said, looking back over to you.

“I need to go to the bathroom, I’ll be back in a minute, ‘kay?”

Porco gives you a nod and drops onto the bed.

He’s tired, not just from sex but from everything that has happened since the bar, maybe even since he stepped foot in Paradis Island, in enemy territory. He never expected anything like this.

His eyelids droop heavily, vision growing blurry as he starts seeing double. It was probably time to get a little rest, with the bed so warm and comfy.

The sound of water flushing was what you could hear behind you as you walked away from the bathroom, feet tiptoeing back to the bed to give him a lil’ fright. Who knows what weird expression he would give you this time? You snuck up to the door and opened it in one swift motion. Before the words left your lips, you managed to catch them in between your tongue, right in time before they came out.

What you were greeted with was Porco lying on the bed, soundly asleep, with light snores coming from his direction.

You giggled at this sight, making your way over quietly to adjust him nicely, making some room at the side of the bed for you. It was nice to see him like this, it was kinda cute, he looked like a baby. Your hands reached up to his face, stroking his hair, thumb gently caressing his cheek. It was nice especially after how rough his night was when he was sick, tossing his head and expression tense from a nightmare. He slept soundly that night, opposed to the fitful slumber the night before.

Unbeknownst to you, Porco’s never slept this soundly since Marcel left home 9 years ago.

For the first time in years, he felt like he’s back home.

You took a spot next to him and accompanied him to sleep.

Porco didn’t want to leave, watching you sleep soundly next to him, hands laid softly before your face with bandages now loose around them. He lets out a sigh. You looked so peaceful this way, finally getting some rest after two long nights.

He reaches for the glass bottle filled with green liquid, pulling a cotton ball from the bunch as he begins unwrapping your bandages slightly, his heart sinking with each pull revealing your peeling hands.

Dabbing the medicine as gently as he could, he watches you sleep soundly, and his heart sinks at the thought of having to go to war later. He wanted to stay, but Marley needs him.

How could he betray them? Especially after earning the power of the Jaw Titan. Marcel would be proud of him, wouldn’t he?

Lifting your hands up, he wraps a new layer of bandage over them, making sure not to hurt you at all, and when everything was laced up and he no longer had a reason to stay, Porco's heart felt heavy.

Wouldn’t it be nice to stay home?

Porco held your hands gently into his palms, raising them up and kissed one hand, and then the other.

He still didn’t want to go.

Before the moment faded, he wanted to feel the way you made him feel once more. Home.

Your hands were let down softly into the sheets, and Porco leaned in to kiss your forehead once more, and then let his forehead clunk lightly onto yours, to feel you, to feel that cool stream flow past his veins that calmed him from the storm.

He envisions the jewel-toned waters again, upon contact with your skin, remembering the scenery of it all, the way you woke him up from recurring horrors. 

He wished he could stay forever.

But he can’t.

And so he didn’t.

With that, he creeps up to the door and leaves, closing it silently without turning back.

For with that, Porco felt like he could die with no regrets now.

You woke up to the sight of dark, chilly blues shining through the narrow window and illuminating the room in a navy hue. Feet cold from peeking through the sheets, fingers warm from the bandages on your hands. You could still feel his soft touches on your fingertips, the gentle dabs of medicine on them and wrapped, keeping the feeling in you.

Looking in front of you, the bed is empty, it’s cold, the space beside you now void as you sleep near the edge of the mattress. You're all alone again. 

He left.

Without a single word, just like that, he’s gone.

Your mind is a mess, and you sat up, scurrying around and lifting the blankets as if he would be there if you do so. You wanted something, anything, a note, a sign, a trace of what’s left. Nothing. It’s all void.

Your chest hurts, it feels like your heart is beating out of your chest, pounding against the walls as bandaged hands reach up to grasp the cloth of your shirt, skin stinging from the movement. High pitch frequency rings in your ear, it’s deafening, you can’t think straight at all. 

Betrayal hurts. But it hurts more for the fact you know he owes you nothing. He doesn’t owe you an explanation at all. You truly wished you got one, a word, a promise. A promise that he’ll return. To fill your hollow chest with the butterflies he sent your way, and you would cradle him in your arms, hand reaching up to play with his hair and tell him everything was alright, that he’s going to be okay. That you both were going to be okay.

There was nothing left from him.

It hurts, a sick punch to your gut, especially for believing everything was worth it, all that effort and not a wink of sleep was worth it, that letting him into your heart was worth it. You let him in, only for him to hurt you so.

You felt broken, stirring of sobs flutter in your rib cage, the hot rush of tears to your eyes

You wanted a life, a family, to not feel alone in each other’s arms. To heal.

Tears flow in jagged paths trickling down to your chin, you must look crazy right now.

But it hurts knowing that this love could almost work.

And right now you suddenly wished you settled with that unrequited crush at the bar.

For you rather settle for an unrequited love, than an almost that you had to fade out.

Was it even almost now? Doubt began flowing in, plaguing your mind, your core. Did he treat it all as a one night stand and nothing else, the medicine, was it all poison to feed the thoughts in your mind? That he never wanted anything more but your body?

So many questions with no answers to come with them.

They’re so loud, playing in your head. Your mother’s words echoed among them.

You shouldn’t have peeked. Mother was right.

For even if the other side was Eden, even if it was more beautiful than you could possibly imagine.

It was never yours to stay.

Your tears drown out thoughts, choked sobs pent up in your chest released as you clenched hard onto the sheets, fingers stinging more each time you tighten your grasp, and yet you tighten them more. You didn’t realise how much time had passed until your throat ran dry, till the navy hue in the room turned gold.

You made your way outside your house, grabbing a lone stool from your porch and watched as sunlight began to stain the sky with warm hues. The warmth never reached you, for it wasn’t like last night at all. Wasn’t like the way you were buried in his chest. You were so sure he felt the same way.

Maybe you got it all twisted up. Maybe you’re just a devil in his eyes.

You still wanted him though. More badly than you could ever imagine from that one glance at the bar.

The sun rose steadily, bringing light with it, and in the midst of this darkness looming over you, the light of it brought you out of that dark alleyway.

You tried to steady the choking in your chest, lifting your head to watch the purple hues fade out, watching gold paint the sky and bring warmth to you, feeling it on your skin as the rays hit. Your clenched fists loosened, and for the first time this morning, you’re thinking straight again.

Calming your breathing slowly, you watched every bit of this sunrise painting. You wished you could be watching this scenery with him. It’s too beautiful to let it go to waste like this.

You knew you had to forget about this man, cleanse him away from your memories and teach yourself to lose this desire you gained 1 night ago.

Blinking away the tears, you allowed your heart to think of him one last time before letting this fade away.

“Porco, I hope you’re home.”

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[gamerbearmira]

Yeah! On the Steven part, what happened was that all the trauma that came from the many near death experience, having to be the one fixing all the mistakes his mother made when she was alive, getting involved in a 6,000 years old war between the rebels(The Crystal Gems) and the empire(The Diamond Authority) and being the one to end It, the existencial crisis of not knowing if he was his own person or somehow was his own mother, his tendency to put other first before himself and help them with their problems but being stubborn in accepting their help and denial that he was not fine(plus any other thing that I don't remember at the moment that happened to him) all came crashing down onto him to the point of suffering a breakdown that corrupted him(in the show there were Gem, most Crystal Gems, that at the end of the war were turned into monsters by an attack the Diamond made using their powers, the attack in essense broke the mind of any Gem that got exposed to It and transformed their bodies to that of different beasts, for Steven instead was that his powers are closely connected to his emosional and mental stability/well being (that's how I undestand how his powers work) and the breakdown he had plus that he was in a bad mental state that made him think about himself as a monster and his powers backfired on him and reflected how he was actually felling) he in canon is dianosed with PTSD (that was confirmed in a episode of Steven Universe Future, a epilogue series that happens after the movie(many in the fandom fight on where or not the ending was good or bad and that's another whole can of worms one should not mess up with)). Another thing, have your different AU's meet the PapaMariano werewolf AU, if not what would they reactions be and their thoughts on that someone that is not related to the family was the one to take in both Mirabel and Antonio and become their parental figure(Oh!! And the drawing that you do for your AU's are Great, what do you use to draw them? Phone, tablet, computer? And what app do you use?)

Ohhhh ok! This clears up a lot, thank you! This is probably the simplest way someone has explained the Steven Universe lore to me 😭

As for my drawings, firstly, thank you! Secondly, I mainly use an iPad with an Apple Pecncil, and my app is Procreate ($10). I sometimes use Aggie.io on my phone though :)

[bellafragolina]

You know how there’s poryphone in Masters and rotom phone in the anime? I just had the thought wondering which would be the equivalent to either apple or android. Also after spending I think 15,000ish gems I finally got Sygna Suit Korrina with her Marshadow. My luck was just terrible only getting 3 star characters in those draws with a five on occasion. Low and behold on my last one I got four of the five star ones with her being the best one. Wish I had that Pokémon in the regular games. Too bad it was tied to an event.

i don't play masters myself (tried but was too overwhelmed by everything going on), but i love the idea and everything that it is!!

that sucks about the draws. marshadow is a cute pokemon! it's in sun/moon and sword/shield, if you have either of those games?

lolol, i feel like poryphone and rotomphones would both be difficult to manage. we've seen what happens when technology gets sentience, and these are living things that are inhabiting the phones, so. . . that can only spell shenanigans

~Renee

[i-imade-a-thing]

Amphibia: New Wartwood Details!

Ok I promised myself not to do more of this cuz it requires too much brain power and time, but here we are like 3 weeks later writing this. SO the first episode of the final season is finally here! It is a really good premiere episode of season 3 and introduce plot points and characters that will play out throughout the season! Here's some of the details I noticed in this episode!

Anne's phone home screen background is her with Sprig and Polly(awwww)

The battery on her phone also have like 20-30% left

There's a sticker on a light pole that said "ernie 2020", probably election stuff

Anne's parent have a Thai traditional wedding (based on the pictures)

Anne's drawing can be seen here before it was used later in the episode

Also: overall aesthetic of the house just scream Thai

Anne's doodle of herself, Sasha, and Marcy are the same as their respective gem color(Sasha is suppose to be pink, but i guess pink marker are harder to find)

A dragonfruit can be seen on the table

Also elephants statue are EVERYWHERE

Mr. Boonchuy mentioned Amphibialand, which is Amphibia's pilot name

"You made larb with maggots?", referring to how Anne made it during Lily Pad Thai

A poster of BTS and Serena, a tennis ball, and Thai flags can be seen in Anne's room

"Monday Cat" and the lasagna Anne's dad microwaved both are reference to Garfield

Also: RIP Anne's shoe

Anne's parent grew chili peppers

There's cravings on Anne's bed "BFF MW SW", refering to Marcy Wu and Sasha Waybright

"Voted Frog of the Year" and "Did she burn the town down once" both referred to Anne of the Year

Anne's theme can be heard when HP said "A hero."

Cynthia Coven was shown again after Maddie and Marcy

A sock with frog pic can be seen during transition scene when Anne regret seeing HP in overall

Anne got an award for running(?)

"Not so fast your three...I mean four" probably referring how Anne's dad used to bring the girls to places

Translation: "Happy Panda" and "Hot sauce" Sale

Also a poster of "Poki" (parody of Pockey)

Magazines near the cashiers include "Health Monthly","Garden Weekly The Gnome Issue", "-ing Digest", and "Sport Times"

The shopping list include bamboo, fish sauce, basil, eggs, coconut milk, lime, pandan, papaya, lemongrass, chilis

Durian doesn't smell like rotten eggs >:(

In noodle scene, a popcorn with the name "clown corn" can be seen on shelf

The magnets include reference to Mario, Mickey Mouse, and Donald Duck

There's a sticky notes in noodle shop that said "U got this dude" and "hydration check"

Some of the stuff that was in chinese through out the scene include: "shrimp" (shrimp crackers), rice crackers, noodles, tea, "big rice" (rice), biscuits, fruits, flours, tea, coffee, green tea, apple candy(with delicious written on the box), floss pork, rice cooker, mountain green tea, and "tea tea"

Some of the stuff that was in Thai through out the scene include: kiwi, tea, and "crunchy" (snacks)

There's also stuff in japanese but i don't know what it said, green tea probably?

Evil Frobots laser look like a lotus flower

The OST that played when Anne activated her blue power have similar melody/instruments as "Anne's Power" ost

Anne reminding Plantar not to overdo the laughing is similar to Return to Wartwood where she reminded Plantar not to push their act

Anne's dad said "I'm very hungry" in Thai

Marcy, Sasha, Grime, and Bessie can be seen in the outro

Anddd that's the first episode of season 3! Overall really fun episode, I really like how Anne's parent have their own unique personality and not just "parent" personality! Also, wonder what Anne meant by her feeling bad after using it.....it'll probably come back later. One last note, I LOVE the new outro! It's so energetic and fun!~

[the-finch-address]

I'm writing a thing. It's a fic but it's also a thing, you know? And these are newest characters. (I have 45 and counting heh)

Hongjoong - a crystal enchanter, owns a gem shop that has his house attached, it's mobile and self-expanding depending on how many people are staying with him - and despite the others being able to afford a nice inn due to their pirating, they usually ask (or don't ask and just arrive) to stay with him when they're not at sea, he's longsuffering and patient and good, the Jacob of this world, I guess

Seonghwa - an illusionist and dancer, grew up with a theater troupe and loves to travel, helps people out of tight spots and (sometimes) collects debts of favors, is always stealing people's earrings, can be sweet, can also be fierce, spots a lie from a mile away, do not cross him, also a good friend, has "sparkling magic" - all flash, not much substance, and is brutally honest

Yunho - Minho's real brother (oh ho), part siren, pirate captain, always has a trick up his sleeve, older than he looks, has some kind of magic but nobody is sure what, is called the Dread Pirate Yunho (like in the princess bride), is perfectly friendship until you threaten his crew, an excellent swordsman, hasn't lost a duel in years, collects bladed weapons and nice waistcoats, drinks iced tea with lemon and lavender

Mingi - excessively charming swashbuckler, Yunho's first mate, wears small flowers in his buttonholes and sometimes behind his ears if Wooyoung stuck something there, always has candies in his pockets, laughs often and easily, a poisons expert and has built up an immunity to most of them, wears a lot of rings and has nice embroidery on his shirt cuffs, usually flowers, is awful at cards

Yeosang - navigator and cartographer, has perfect sense of direction and excellent drawing skills, ocean enchanter, everyone swears he has selkie blood but no on can prove it, can change his eyes to a cat's for night vision (because he IS a quarter werecat), wears a lot of yellow, is cheery but mysterious, likes plums and peonies and is a good cook

San - master thief, flamboyant OR quiet, depending on his mood, oddly intimidating at times, impatient only where food is concerned, knows the important of timing, good at solving mysteries, a decent tailor, grew up in a tightly knit gang but helped Yunho out one time and became part of his crew, has heterochromia: green/brown, IS good at cards, a little too good

Wooyoung - elemental enchanter, empathic, very happy to corrupt Jongho but is bad at it, somehow always has a spare apple on him, a good climber and sneaker, is otherwise very noisy, gets in and out of trouble quickly, a smooth talker, a smoother talker when he's intoxicated, has a favorite everything, carves little wooden animals, always has random scrapes and bruises from his "adventures"

Jongho - runaway prince who really wants to be a pirate captain (and idolizes Yunho), Very Enthusiastic, not very good at most things but continues to try despite his unsuccess rate, has sound magic and doesn't really know how that works, nobody in his family really cares that he ran away and he's trying to not care either, is used to be ignored so blossoms under attention, a people pleaser who is learning to stand up for himself

Yunho IS a reference to The Princess Bride, because what else, really.

"That's a lot of characters" I think, completely ignoring the 5-7 characters in all of my wips lmao

Sounds like your plot might contain a lot of 'wrangling cats' with this cast, haha. That's a HUGE element in books though and it gives you a lot to work with.