#Invi draws

[valleyofgays]

kinda wish i could be invisible with other pants. i think it'd be fun

[allyooops]

Very inspired by @whirlwindflux and his 3 flux's. We have 3 Inq's! Sort of!

Terro is determined, headstrong, ready to go and get her answers. She is distrustful of ponies outside of her best friend Dream Reader.

Invy is bubbly beyond Inq, asking questions aimed to get ponies and creatures to open up to her. So long as your not a subject for her latest column, she'll keep your secrets.

[serenedash]

another win for the glorious anguis union and Master Invi 🫡🐍

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[crink]

[mellohiizz]

Yes, you get it. You get the squidswag propaganda YES. Critter Squiddo gets spoiled rotten, they have a personal guard that just carries them around. That poor guard is terrified.

- mushy

poor guy has to carry around the leader's favorite little bug with comically large glasses... one wrong move and the dude is getting voided

imagine being a high ranking mafia member and your job is just:

[enemylasanga]

[spearxwind]

I need to be cringe on main really quick bc i keep thinking about this,

Basically in CD there are regular pet names, mostly for language + scripting ease on my end, but there's also non standard pet names (I'll make up a few more eventually) and one of them is "winter". In CD is basically the downtime after the hunting and storm season and can mean safety, though it can still be a really harsh in some areas so it's considered a niche name to use

And for reasons that escape me currently, Hades is really bad with using most pet names, so that's the one he defaults to using for Talas and it makes me go (wailing emoji) thinking about it

[albino-parakeet]

Wish there was a mask like Ira’s from Kingdom Hearts in Sky COTL.

like come on. I’m kind of surprised there isn’t a mask based on the unicorn already.

[norameld]

Meanwhile, At The Ketchum Residence, Mimey And Wobbuffet Hatch A Scheme... Full Size Image Here! Previous | Next

While the Trainers are away, the Mons will play! I think Wobbuffet has had a bit of a bad influence on poor innocent(?) Mr. Mime. This was inspired again by @yamujiburo 's wonderful comic series, specifically this recent ask that included new headcannons, where Mimey and Wobbuffet are besties. The idea to have them attempt a heist while their trainers were away on vacation seemed too funny not to draw. (I also know that Mimey's invis-walls probably don't require any effort to stop things, but it's way funnier this way so) Thank you again, as always, for the wonderful art and basically creating a ship from whole-cloth and sailing it into widespread acclaim lol

[earthlybeam]

how would the elves react to this?

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Gil~galad Versions below. (You and Gil~Galad well secret have a crush but either of you acted till now.)

👑𝓖𝓲𝓵-𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭

🜲 The great hall was alive with the warmth of firelight and the soft buzz of conversation. The winter evening had settled in, a cold breath of wind whispering through the stone walls, but inside, the atmosphere was warm and inviting. The scent of spiced wine and roasting meats filled the air as guests mingled, their laughter and chatter creating a gentle hum of activity. But amidst it all, there was one thing that kept your attention: Gil-galad. You had long since found a quiet corner of the hall where you and he had fallen into an easy rhythm, talking of everything and nothing at once. His sharp, silver-blue eyes were alight with interest as you spoke, his laugh deep and genuine whenever you made a clever remark. The two of you had long since forgotten the world around you, wrapped in the intimacy of your conversation. But the deeper you delved into it, the more you both lost track of time—of place.

🜲 You were oblivious to everything around you as your words flowed freely, some of them teasing, some more heartfelt, each phrase tumbling into the next. You spoke with animated gestures, occasionally stopping for a breath before diving right back in. Gil-galad was listening, but it was clear his attention wasn’t entirely on your words. He nodded every now and then, his lips curving in a small smile at your remarks, but his eyes were fixed on something else now—the soft glow of the mistletoe hanging just above the archway of the entryway. The mistletoe, so easily overlooked by most, seemed to beckon. And there it hung, a silent observer to the unfolding chemistry between you and Gil-galad. But neither of you had noticed it. Gil-galad’s mind, usually as sharp as the blade at his side, was clouded with thoughts of you. His focus was no longer on the conversation you were so animatedly carrying on about; instead, his mind wandered to you—how close you were, how warm your presence felt, how your words, even when trivial, seemed to matter to him in a way nothing else did. But there was more than that. The way your voice danced in the air, and the mischievous glint in your eyes, only seemed to deepen the longing he’d kept locked away.

🜲 His gaze flickered toward the mistletoe once more, and his heart skipped a beat. What if I kissed you? The thought flared in his chest, unbidden and bold. Would you pull away? Would I regret it? Gil-galad wasn’t someone to act recklessly. His position as High King demanded control, composure at all times. But as your words carried on, he found his breath catching, his heartbeat quickening with every subtle glance toward the mistletoe. You had no idea, of course, that the object above you both had a strange power over him now, stirring a quiet yearning he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in far too long. You, completely unaware of his internal turmoil, continued to ramble on, oblivious to how he was hanging on your every word. You were caught up in your own thoughts, trying to convey something particularly amusing you’d heard recently. The excitement in your voice only served to draw him in deeper.

🜲 “Should I?” His mind repeated. His hand, resting at his side, twitched slightly, as though to reach for yours, to draw you closer. But no, that would be too bold. Too soon. Your words were growing more animated as you continued, talking about the recent events in the court and making light of a few jokes that left him chuckling along. Yet, inside, he was spiraling, wondering whether this moment—this fleeting connection—was enough. He had wanted something more for so long, but had never found the right time, the right words. He could sense how close you were, but the distance between you both was still palpable, like a barrier neither of you had yet crossed.

🜲 His posture subtly shifted, moving just a fraction closer, trying to close that invisible gap between you, but you were still so engrossed in your story, still speaking to him with abandon, unaware of the growing tension between you both. His eyes flicked once again toward the mistletoe. This was it. “Just do it, Gil-galad” he told himself. His heart thudded in his chest, every part of him screaming for action. But still, he hesitated. He couldn’t risk it. “What if this was only in my head? What if she doesn’t feel the same?” But his patience was wearing thin. His resolve cracked with every passing moment, every time you laughed, every time your voice rose in excitement, only making him ache for more of you. He had to know, had to find out if this connection was as real to you as it was to him.

🜲 And then, before he could second-guess himself, his hand brushed lightly against yours. The contact was soft, barely noticeable, but it sent a jolt of electricity through him. It was an invitation, a touch that lingered just a bit too long to be casual. He didn’t give you the chance to pull away, stepping in just a fraction closer, his breath catching in his throat as he leaned in. Your speech faltered for a second, a brief pause in your words as you noticed the change in his demeanor. His gaze had shifted, and there was something in his eyes—a quiet, almost desperate longing—that caught you off guard. You opened your mouth to speak, to continue the conversation, but before you could, he closed the distance between you both.

🜲 Gil-galad’s lips met yours, soft and gentle at first, as if testing the waters. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, every fiber of his being trembling with the act he’d just initiated. His hand found its way to your cheek, cradling it gently as if afraid that if he moved too quickly, you might disappear. For a moment, there was only silence—no words, no laughter—just the warmth of his lips on yours, the world around you fading away. His touch was tender, a soft reassurance that this moment was real. His thumb brushed over your skin in a slow, comforting caress, and your heart fluttered as the kiss deepened just slightly, a slow and deliberate dance of affection.

🜲 It was everything and nothing all at once. His presence wrapped around you like the warmth of the fire that crackled nearby, and when he finally pulled back, his eyes locked onto yours, soft and vulnerable. His voice was a quiet murmur, a breath against your lips, almost as though he was afraid to let the words escape. “I’ve been waiting for that moment,” he confessed, a playful yet sincere edge to his tone. He couldn’t resist adding with a teasing smile, “You do talk too much, you know.”

🜲 Your heart fluttered at his words, and your brow furrowed slightly as you pulled back, a small laugh escaping your lips. “Wait… were you even listening to our conversation?” you asked, your voice soft but teasing, the surprise of the kiss still hanging in the air between you. His gaze shifted, a flicker of sheepishness in his eyes, before the smile tugged at his lips again. Gil-galad’s gaze softened, and there was a moment of vulnerability in him that you hadn’t seen before, not in the High King of the Noldor. His voice lowered, a mixture of humor and sincerity. “I was… until you distracted me,” he admitted, his words wrapping around you like a secret. “Distracted?” you teased, raising an eyebrow, the corner of your lips twitching. “By what? My words?”

🜲 His eyes glinted mischievously, and his tone dropped into something softer, more intimate. “No,” he said, his voice low and warm, “by your lips.” The heat that blossomed in your chest spread to your cheeks, a gentle smile tugging at your lips. “Ah,” you murmured, voice soft but playful. “So, you were too busy thinking about kissing me to listen?” Gil-galad gave a small, self-deprecating chuckle, his gaze tender as he held your eyes. “I’m afraid so,” he admitted, his voice full of sincerity, the vulnerability still there beneath the teasing edge.

🜲 You felt the warmth spread through you, a quiet understanding settling in. Your heart raced, but now there was no tension, no uncertainty. The vulnerability that had been hidden behind his composed demeanor now opened up, palpable in the air between you. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The world outside seemed to pause, and in that silence, there was an unspoken understanding, a quiet promise. With a playful glint in your eyes, you broke the stillness. “Well, that was lovely, but I wasn’t quite ready for it. You’ll have to do it again—I’m ready now.”

🜲 Gil-galad blinked in disbelief, a soft, surprised laugh escaping him as a delightful warmth spread across his chest. His eyes softened, and his lips parted in a gentle smile, the corners of his mouth curving upward as his cheeks flushed a deep crimson. “Again? Like… right now?” he stammered, his voice tinged with a hint of bashfulness yet undeniably intrigued. His usually composed demeanor seemed to falter, revealing a side of him not often seen—a man caught off guard, unsure, yet completely enchanted. You met his gaze with a teasing glint in your eye, the playful challenge clear in your words. “Absolutely,” you replied, voice light and teasing. “If you dare.” There was no mistaking the mischievous edge in your tone, and for a moment, you reveled in the way his expression shifted, the King of Lindon thrown off balance in a way that was both endearing and electrifying.

🜲 Gil-galad’s usual regal poise returned for a fleeting second, his resolve solidifying as he took a slow, steadying breath. The moment was different this time, more assured—though still tender, there was a newfound determination behind it. His expression softened, a shy but determined smile gracing his lips. He moved toward you with a quiet elegance, but this time, the space between you was smaller, the air between you filled with a growing sense of longing, anticipation, and something deeper that neither of you had dared to name until now. When his lips finally met yours, it was a contrast to the playful teasing that had preceded it. The kiss was gentle at first—soft, almost reverent—but it deepened swiftly as the pull between you became undeniable. There was no hesitation this time, no questioning. It was a kiss filled with a quiet urgency, as though time had somehow slowed, allowing every tender moment to stretch, to linger. His hand rose to cradle your cheek, the touch so delicate that it sent a wave of warmth through your skin, as if the mere brush of his thumb against your face could steady your very soul. He seemed to take solace in the simple gesture, his thumb moving with a subtle caress, tracing the curve of your cheek as though memorizing the feeling of your skin beneath his touch.

🜲 The world around you faded, quieting to nothing but the thrum of your heartbeat and the warmth shared between you. The kiss deepened, a slow and steady rhythm that mirrored the growing connection between you both. There was a softness to it, a carefulness, as if neither of you wanted to rush the moment. Yet, within that tenderness, there was also an undeniable strength—a mutual understanding that this kiss was more than just a fleeting expression. It was something eternal, a quiet declaration of emotions that had long been kept under the surface. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were filled with a mix of emotions—joy, surprise, and a hint of bashfulness—as though he couldn’t quite believe the magic of the moment. His gaze met yours, his silver-blue eyes shimmering with a newfound intensity. He breathed out slowly, a soft laugh escaping him, almost as if to release the tension he hadn’t known he’d been holding. “I think I could get used to this,” he murmured, his voice low and hushed, a gentle reverence in the words.

🜲 You smiled, the warmth in your chest expanding at the sound of his voice. “I think I could, too,” you replied, your heart swelling with the realization of the bond that was now undeniable between you. The connection between you felt fragile yet unbreakable, something forged in shared vulnerability, soft laughter, and the depth of a kiss that had sealed something neither of you had expected to find. There was no doubt now—this was only the beginning. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you leaned in once more, your lips brushing against his cheek in a fleeting, tender kiss. It was soft, light—a contrast to the depth of the kiss you had just shared, but the touch lingered, leaving behind a trace of warmth. You pulled away slowly, your voice soft but filled with teasing determination. “But I expect you to keep trying,” you murmured, the playful challenge lingering in the air between you.

🜲 Gil-galad’s laugh rang out, bright and warm, the sound a rare and cherished gift. It was full of life, the echo of it making your heart flutter with the joy of shared affection. His eyes sparkled with playful determination, and his lips parted in a smile that held both mischief and sincerity. “Then I shall not disappoint,” he promised, his voice steady yet filled with newfound playfulness. He leaned in once more, his resolve firm, as though the kiss from before had opened a door between you both that neither of you were quite ready to close. His lips brushed against yours once more, eager to explore the newfound depth of your connection, each kiss a quiet reaffirmation of the emotions that had bloomed between you, unspoken yet profound.

[astronautbeans]

Ok so I have this plotted in my head (thebyter here btw sorry I dont wanna use my main Helpp) With how lkke. The ceremony is planned out but I KEPT THINKING HOW THE OTHER INVIS PLAYERS REACT TO SEEING THAT ONE GUY WHO THEYRE ALL TOLD TO KILL ON SIGHT. BEING THE ONE WHOSE THE CEREMONY FOR. In my head this is Ash doing such a massive show of power "The guy who is trying to take me down is now wrapped around my finger" And spoke has no option like ash said. He lost his knights (mapicc and leo) He has nothing to go back to and it feels so nice to be praised and such And Just OHJY GODODDD IM SIRRY I M STILL GUSHING OVER THE ENTIRE FIC ITS MAKINGME GO INSNEEEE!!!

The fact that the only people who can pseak during the ceremony would be ash an d spoke but Spoke wouldnt mutter a word , maybe out of habit now. the Mafia changed him ,he probably denies it but he knows its true and Fuck FUKC MY LIFEEEE Aaah aaaAaaaahAAAAH Theres also this wntire thing tht I have inmy brainwhich in parrot's newest uu video he taunts parrot with a diamond player by his side (spoiler warning) !!! after dean's death and whn the diamond player brings himto ash what If In the fic Its Spoke who is by ashs side. He brings himto whereever he goes Its almost like showing off. a trophy Ok Im gonna Shut the fcuk up and Go cry in a little hole and never speak to anyone ever again Im not ok Shaking and crying and screaming

Would it be kinda crazy if ash had a chess board set up next to his desire board and after the ceremony the black queen changes to white Like H.HhhHh Aah AaaAaaAaaaah inthe chess analogy would jamato be the king piece? but slightly off the board. Not knocked over but behind the spaces. Planet would be a bishop and both the knights and 1 bishop are off the board , knocked down. I might genuinely pull up some chess set up to draw this and Spoke whil ewalking to like the main hall or dining hall for the ceremony sees the chess board and after all of that he notices the change in the queen and just stares at it

ok sorry My brain kicked into overdrive instead of asking I just ramblwd I mgith do more cuz Iv e been thinkignaboutthis fic for like almost 24 hours LOL! I NEEDHEPP

dghfsgkfdshghjfds hey man :D

yeah gosh i honestly haven't really thought of how the ceremony would go but Spoke absolutely would be terrified out of his mind, with minimal armour and the faceless, diamond-rank players staring at him like he's their next kill. the only reason he'd feel safe is because Ash would have to give the word to kill him. he'd be forced to trust Ash isn't that just evil of me <3

ALSO YEAH GOSH THE MAFIA CHANGED HIM. he'd rather keep his mouth shut because it feels more natural now gfdjhksdf

oh my dayssssssssss if Spoke was the diamond player there, torn between his loyalty to Ash and jumping down to comfort Parrot who's so stricken with grief,,, BUT YEAH HE'S PRETTY MUCH ASH'S THROPHY OF COURSE ASH IS GONNA SHOW HIM AROUND BECAUSE DANGIT HE MANAGED TO SWAY SPOKE WHO HATED HIM THE MOST ough yeah i'm normal

that chess analogy is great btw gfdskhsjdf he's switching sides and he's no longer got a say in it teehee bishop Planet oh my days AND IF YOU DO MAKE ART SEND IT TO ME GDFHSKDS

don't be sorry man i'm glad you enjoyed it this much!!! target audience reached >:3

[ac120]

recently revised their designs, made reference to old drawings.

[tsp-invisible-narrator]

Hm, what could I draw? I have a few ideas for small sketchy comics but I'm not sure if they're interesting. 🤔

Stuff like:

Invis thinks that he's way too uncreative to be a Narrator but Sky (aka the former Narrator of the story) proves him otherwise

Finnley (aka coworker 432) appears and annoys Invis again, forcing him to use his Narrator powers

Invis refuses to narrate, goes back to his old job (being the story's former Stanley) but his creativity (and thus his powers) is too difficult to control

What do you think?

[crystalkitty1220]

Said I'd post this on my birthday, so here y'all go.

Hullabaloo is by Rare Americans. | IBVS is by onebizarrekai.

I scrapped this pmv/animatic (whatever you wanna call it) because the AU had changed a lot, plus I ran out of time on the computers I was working on, plus I wanted to make some artstyle changes, etc. You can find out more about curse!ibvs here.

In case you're curious, the original script is below the cut. I made some changes while drawing, which you can probably notice, but the core is still there.

Speaking parts: Drew Isaac Edward Chris Charlie Nevin Each character other than Drew will have a blob of colors floating around their head at all times, except when stated otherwise.

(Intro) Foxfield High School, losing color and becoming the desaturated and more dangerous appearance that signifies Curse!IBVS. Drew walks into Foxfield and down one of the halls, looking a little confused at his surroundings. There’s a duller and more monstrous appearance to everything, plus all of the kids don’t seem to recognize Drew. He’s very saturated compared to the rest of them.

“Excuse the renovations, our Doberman Dalmatians.” Edward blocks Drew’s view of the art room. Edward believes Drew is a new student. After all, he’d never met this kid before. Edward just wants this new guy’s first impression not to be “This place is full of weirdos.”

“We're just making preparations for the false flag operation.” Ed making excuses and walking down the hall, Drew in tow. Isaac, with only half of his face shown, raises an eyebrow and follows.

“Anyway, your participation in The Lemming Corporation includes two full weeks paid vacation, white-washed accommodations.” Edward is still talking to Drew while walking, purposefully blocking half of Isaac’s face every time the trumpet in the song makes a noise. Whenever Ed isn’t blocking it, something else is conveniently blocking it from the camera’s view.

“At the company plantation, there's a safe sensation, bottomless libations with your full cooperation.” Isaac ignores Edward and joins in with the tour, walking around Drew in a clockwise direction so the other half of his face still cannot be seen. At “full cooperation” Drew tugs on Isaac’s sleeve, and Isaac stops.

“Thank you for your patience…” Isaac says this, confused, and turns his head, so the drawing half of his face is finally on-screen and very much moving. Drew isn’t really scared at this part, just frightened/surprised.

“We're here to help, we're here to help you! You need not worry 'bout that” Edward interrupts and quickly tries to distract Drew from Isaac. At the five guitar strums, everywhere around Drew flickers into a colorful void. The colors are actually Edward and Isaac’s emotions, but Drew doesn’t realize this yet.

“Hullabaloo, hullabaloo, hull-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaa-baloo” Drew, now panicking, looks around the void, and suddenly feels something touch his shoulder (this is Isaac, trying to see if Drew is okay, but Drew and the viewers are unable to see him). He freaks out and dashes down the invisible hallway, running into invisible walls and eventually finding an invisible corner to turn. There are different colors in the place he ends up in.

“Doom is the mood in the room.” The void fades back into reality, the colors fading away to reveal Chris and Charlie, arguing in an empty classroom. Neither have noticed Drew. No emotion colors at all in this part or the next.

“Evil looms, darkness lurks. Safety in numbers, members perks! Things are sad, they will get worse. We want you bad, this army church!” Chris appears to switch between different sides of the argument, but it’s actually him and Charlie arguing and flipping between who’s controlling Chris’ body.

“The fence is not a safe place for you to stay. Don't think you understand the forces at play!” They argue more, and Drew gets a headache so he holds his head in his hands.

“Care for a Serviette, James?” The room fades into colors once more, and Drew slumps against the invisible wall, head still in hands.

“You got Kool-Aid, kid, all over your face! Hear my words, sing my song…” Drew watches the colors swap places as the person speaking switches. That’s strange, ‘cause he was told Charlie wasn’t stuck with Chris anymore.

“Opportunities knockin, ding-ding-ity-dong!” Drew returns to reality, with Chris and Charlie talking to him. Charlie knocks on Drew’s head at the “ding-ding-ity-dong!” part, in an “earth to the new kid, wakey wakey” fashion.

“We're encrypted, subscripted, soldiers of the brand. Homo-lookalikes, million-man marching band.” Charlie points out that Drew looks so much like Nevin. Chris wants to leave this kid alone.

“So let me look ya in the eye straight when I ask ya!” Charlie talks to Drew, but Drew ignores him and stands up.

“Will you take my word? Will ya take my hand?” Drew wobbles over to the door, Charlie still talking to him in the background.

“Shake it, shake it, shake it! Shake my goddamn ole, wrinkly hand!” Drew looks down the hall and sees Edward’s and Isaac’s emotion colors getting closer (Drew has a sort of ‘shit, not again’ look), before he gets blinded by their and Chris/Charlie’s emotions again.

“Hullabaloo, hullabaloo, hull-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaa-baloo! (Hull-a-bal-oo, hull-a-bal-oo)” Drew once again panics and runs through the colors, occasionally running into the walls of the invisible hallway.

“I got this buzzin' in my ear, it's here for good I fear, my dear.” He eventually gets far enough away that he can kinda see the hallway, and opens a difficult-to-see door he recognizes leads out to behind the school. He runs through the door, slams it closed and sits against the wall next to it.

“Got these spots in my sights like I can't turn out the lights…” He closes his eyes, holding his forehead.

“Sweat drips from my palms all day long. Don't wanna fuck this up man, I can't get this wrong! It's clear in my mind as a traffic jam, I think there might be something wrong with Uncle” A new set of colors fades in, returning Drew to utter blindness. He looks up, scared, and watches where he guesses the source of the colors is. The colors drop down to the point where the source (or a barely visible silhouette?) would be at eye level with Drew, and remain frozen like that for the entirety of “I think there might be something wrong with uncle-”.

“Graham…” Drew can once again see and the source of the emotions is revealed to be Nevin, who has carefully placed his hands on Drew’s shoulders reassuringly.

“It's calm in my head as a high-speed chase.” Drew and Nevin stand up, and Drew hugs Nevin. Nevin is surprised and sad, keeping his arms at least a few inches away from Drew.

“Got those memories man, that you can't erase.” Drew talks to Nevin, and Nevin gives a reassuring smile.

“I do what I gotta do.” Drew backs away and pulls on Nevin’s wrist to get him to run, and Nevin accidentally grabs onto Drew’s arm for support, causing Drew to grip his own arm and cry out in pain. Nevin steps back, horrified. His expression softens and shadows shield his face.

“Just run away from that” He then turns around to face the door and speaks. He knows Drew isn’t meant to be here (though he thinks Drew is a ghost or something). The world once again flickers into colors.

“Hullabaloo! Hullabaloo!” Drew stays for a moment, but decides to just start running the opposite direction of Nevin’s emotions, still holding onto his own injured arm.

“Hull-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaa-baloo!” He runs far enough that the colors start fading away again.

“Hull-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaa-” While running, suddenly a circular portal appears in front of him. He doesn’t have time to stop before he trips through it-

“-baloo!” -and finds himself on the floor of his bedroom, having fallen onto his injured arm. Afterward, he assumes he simply had a nightmare and fell off his bed, hurting his arm in the process.

[dearembraced]

KHOC WEEK DAY 7 - FUTURE - @khoc-week

Managed to draw what I wanted for this day !!! I am really pleased with how it turned out. I also wanted to write a fic to go along with it but that would take me MUCH longer to complete and I really wanted to stay on schedule.

So!!! The future of the firsts.

I should start by saying that Kairi plays a big role in saving the firsts. Her light is what broke them out of their blinded states and reverted them back from their monstrous forms to their human forms. As such, they all feel the most safe and comfortable around her and tend to stick by her during their recovery (no matter how much Kage and Saorise would deny it). Cecil has an especially hard recovery because of the fact that they were awake for the entire time - and yet they're scared to fall asleep. But with Kairi near them, they don't feel as scared to fall asleep and are able to sleep soundly and explore the dream realm while doing so.

Kage is honestly at a loss with what to do with himself after being saved. Without Ira, without the union, he feels as if he has no purpose. Saorise doesn't mind not having the foretellers around, but she does feel as if something is missing and she can't seem to accept the fact that she misses Invi - she also likely misses the amount of admirers she had within her union but that's neither here nor there.

Once they've recovered enough, Cecil is able to tell the other firsts that they saw the foretellers and luxu meet within the keyblade graveyard - they were distant and so they couldn't hear what was being said - but they definitely saw them. So once they've all fully recovered they set out in search for their foretellers to finally get some answers. But when they feel as if their sins are creeping up on them again, or are feeling too defeated, they return to Kairi's side and her light gives them hope and safety once more.

[funky-fox-fics]

Prompt: golden apple

please note that this story takes place in my pc/bs au, so you might not understand this if you haven't read that yet!

See, the thing about effects--status or not--is this: unless they're vanilla, a binary can undo them.

Of course not alone; a binary's only as strong as a normal player alone. But with both halves joined, well. There's something about that intimate chemistry, that ability to poke through another player's mind like it was your own, that allows you to slowly and carefully untangle a non-vanilla status effect from your binary's mind.

And of course it's sensitive, finicky, easily messed up or even amplified on accident. While there's been a few posts on the binary subreddit about it, well, most binaries don't use the subreddit.

If there's anything that would make a binary "dangerous", it would be that.

But, see, the thing is that's only non-vanilla. The Universe is looser about non-vanilla things, after all--non-vanilla deaths are far more likely to permanently kill you than vanilla deaths, non-vanilla mob hybrids are at higher risk of glitches and early perma-deaths due to the Universe not viewing them as valid as vanilla mob hybrids--but vanilla effects it's pretty strict on.

(They'd tried it, once, back on their old Naked and Scared worlds. Skizz had gotten a nasty wither scar, and, well. To say it was a painful experience would be a massive understatement. There had been something like a wall of wither, keeping the effect active, something Impulse couldn't untangle or pick at until it unravelled like a love potion or an amnesia potion.)

(It had felt like dying of wither himself.)

But anyways. The thing about vanilla effects is this; it's like you're feeling them through the bond. It's why Impulse and Skizz don't take fire res, water breathing, or other similar potions without at least warning the other binary first. Because if two binaries are bridging through the Nether, and one accidentally takes a fire res potion and shares the sensation through the bond, well...

But the thing about right now is this: he's pressed against the Nether brick wall, five--wait, no, six skeletons leering down at him, and if he doesn't eat the gapple in his inventory, he's not going to survive this.

Binary bonds are a little... staticky across dimensions. Like being sedated, a little--distant thoughts, foggy awareness, dulled shared emotions. But still, Impulse shouts out into the bond: Skizz, I'm gonna take a gapple, okay?

For a moment there's silence from the other side. The skellies come closer, eyes bright with soulflame. Their swords shine in the firelight of the Nether. He doesn't know where his spawn is; if he dies here, he's probably not gonna find his stuff again soon. Maybe at all.

Skizz? he calls out again, drawing his sword. If he knocks one back, the others are going to absolutely swarm him.

He should probably just eat the apple. Unless Skizz is, like, trying to defend his own base, well, there's worse potions to suddenly feel through a binary bond.

He takes out the apple.

One last time, he calls, Skizz! Skizz I'm gonna eat the apple! You good with that?

Eat it! Skizz suddenly shouts, his voice strained and quiet but very much audible. I'm fine, dude, but you can eat it!

Impulse pulses over a flash of gratitude and wolfs down the apple.

See, the thing about golden apples are this: the effects it promises are absorption and regen. The thing about those two effects is this: that absorption feels like a brightening, like a light turning on in a dusty room, like an idea you've finally grasped; that regen feels like a soft blooming warmth in your chest, like acceptance, like an easy exhale.

The thing about golden apples themselves is: they do not advertise the fact that they taste like victory.

The thing about that is this: Impulse bites into the apple and it's not just his own victories he tastes. He tastes the time Skizz killed Cleo and Jimmy in Third Life; he tastes the moment Skizz got invited to Hermitcraft. And he tastes the finishing of the witch farm all the way back in Season Three, and he tastes nearly winning Limited Life.

Quietly, the victories whisper in his ear, reminding him of how he's won, how much he's won, how well he's won. That sort of Skizz-like confidence fills him to brimming, warm and bright and absolutely self-assured.

He's going to come out of this alive.

He knows it.

He lifts the sword and stabs one of the skeletons, and then he charges forward into battle.