#Mechanic Castle Hill

[tassellautomat]

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[batteriescastlehill]

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[aaamechanical]

Mechanic Castle Hill

If you are in the market for a car repair shop in Castle Hill, look no further than Mechanic Castle Hill. They have been serving the local community for many years and have a reputation for quality workmanship. They can handle anything from simple auto maintenance to more complex repairs, including engine repairs and transmissions. They have a friendly and knowledgeable staff to help you with any questions you may have.

They are a licensed and bonded mechanic and they specialize in European and prestige vehicles, such as Mercedes, Porcshe, BMW and Audi. They also do electrical and mechanical repairs as well as auto body work and painting.

The Owner of Mechanic Castle Hill is Ross Harwood, who has been in the industry for over 30 years. He is a fully qualified technician and a friendly and professional business owner with an excellent customer service reputation.

He is committed to providing a quality service and the best possible experience for his customers. He has a passion for the automotive industry and enjoys helping his clients get the best car service that they can afford at an affordable price.

Mechanic Castle Hill has been servicing the local community since 1994, they are a family owned and operated business with a great team of qualified technicians and a friendly and welcoming staff. They are able to perform most repairs on most makes and models of cars and have the tools necessary to complete the job correctly the first time.

Their services include:

LCD and Digitizer Repairs The LCD displays on most modern phones are touchscreen-based, meaning they use touch commands to operate. If these parts are broken, the screen will no longer function properly and you can lose data, such as text messages and phone calls.

They offer both a mobile and in-store service so you can bring your smartphone in for repair. They can fix the LCD and digitizer and even install a new case, screen protector and screen cleaner.

Mechanic Castle Hill also has a range of other mechanical services such as:

B& R Brakes is a family owned and run business that has been operating in Castle Hill for over 20 years. They offer brake, clutch and driveshaft repairs as well as mechanical services, such as log book inspections, a full diagnostic check and a free registration check on any make and model of vehicle.

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[shannonsketches]

I'd love to see a graphics/camera update and an expanded map to explore, but riddled with the same lore discoverables (gossip stones, false walls, spirit warnings, lore drop npcs, etc) and heavily area-specific atmospheres of the OoT/WW/TP era.

I really enjoy the smooth experience of open world, but I really don't mind loading into a new area if it can bring the anticipation and energy shift of triggering a cut scene without necessarily having a cut scene there.

Out of morbid curiosity I’m lowering a mic into the pit to task, if OoT did get a modern remake what would be the main thing u would hope to see changed/updated/reworked?

[thesiltverses]

If there’s a list of books or plays or movies or tv series that influenced Eskew/TSV what’d be the top 10?

Probably different every time someone asks! But today let's go with...

Kafka's Castle / Trial / Penal Colony / Metamorphosis, Ligotti's Kafka-inspired stories (e.g The Town Manager) and other semi-adjacent absurdists and brilliant weirdos (Daniil Kharms, David Lynch, Hans Henny Jahn, Kobo Abe, arguably Fernando Pessoa?) who like to deal with social performance, human reaction and the pretence of normality in the face of unbearable strangeness, monstrous impositions and nightmare logic

Beckett's Happy Days / Endgame / Not I / WfG / Malone trilogy for the tragically pointless but inescapable search for meaning and fulfilment in ourselves, in our memories, in other people, in this wasted landscape, etc

Junji Ito's Uzumaki / Gyo / Amigara Fault / other stuff for powerfully making the argument that ludicrous horrors are also terrifying and gross horrors are also hilarious

Works that explore the helpless terror and allure in being horribly transfigured into a final shape that makes sense of us (The Fly / Videodrome, Annihilation, Ovid's Metamorphoses, Society, Ito again) or relatedly the shameless joy of setting fire to our social and familial and societal environment and embracing the wild, devilish, bestial and profane (a lot of stuff, but I'm thinking of the works of Angela Carter and Leonora Carrington and also The Witch and Carrie, that one Clarice Lispector book where she eats a bug)

Dostoevsky's Devils, Crime and Punishment and Notes from Underground for his unsurpassed collection of asocial self-obsessives having an existentially bad time and handling that poorly

The 1973 double bill of The Wicker Man / Don't Look Now for exploring the tragedy and horror of how our search for meaning may entrap us into a dead end of meaningless horrors

All of LeGuin's fiction but particularly The Dispossessed and Omelas.

The Wire for its peerless portrayal of a cast of complicated and largely unheroic human beings all attempting to either reach or destroy one another but who are ultimately all adrift and alone in the modern supersystem. The Wire and The Lives of Others for affirming the worth of even futile and powerless to support others who are suffering within that supersystem.

Any and all shit about strange and awful environments which may possibly possess a malevolent will or which are perhaps merely beholden to their own natural laws and we are the ones drawn to destroy ourselves within them (The Stone Tapes and many of Nigel Kneale's other works, The Children of Green Noah, The Haunting of Hill House, Roadside Picnic / Stalker, The Terror, The Minpins, Annihilation again, The Island of Morel, I know House of Leaves is a perfect fit for this but personally I always found it a bit hacky)

Riddley Walker, A Canticle for Leibowitz, and other post-apocalyptic work - to some extent Mad Max and the better Fallout games apply - that find the value and humanity (while recognising the potential for self-destruction) in our absurd efforts to construct meaning and to tell meaningful stories from out of the ruin and chaos all around us.

There's other stuff - The Silt Verses steals a lot of its initial atmospherics from True Detective Season 1, both shows are inevitably in dialogue with the mechanics and themes of Lovecraftian cosmic horror even if I wouldn't call Lovecraft a positive influence - but that's a pretty good list, I think.

[katyahina]

The 'haired' helmets are strange..

It IS odd how we get to wear the characters' hairstyles, as it is just really unlikely they're scalps! I suppose the explanation is the same as why we are able to completely change upon looking into a mirror at Roundtable's Hold; as long as the Tarnished is guided by Greater Will, they'll have its aid and be transformed into whatever they see fit to keep carrying on! So I think the implication here is that we do, physically, grow the hair of the demigods (or champions) upon trying to tap on their power! I think if GW abandons a Tarnished, or if they abandon it, they lose this 'ability', which our playable character never does, so..

I am not sure whether it is Maliketh's own long mane or also a decoration! I'd like to think the former, in which case, same logic as with hair of Malenia, Godfrey and Radahn applies! Vargram's "hair" definitely is a decoration, and specifically for the purpose of imitating shadowbeasts:

Ensha's armour goes even further and not only gives us a hairdo, but makes us a skeleton:

We even get his power of slight regeneration, similar to Erdtree's normal powers:

All implications considered, I really doubt that this is just how armour looks, especially considering no change in size. We are not 'wearing' the skull, we ARE the skull now fhhsfd And this time the NPC data inside simply exists because Ensha does use NPC code and mechanics. So, we turn into a corpse! Again, should not matter much since as long as we're carried by GW we don't need to eat or sleep or... anything, really. (I'll also die on the hill of the theory that Ensha was one of the deceased Marika's offspring whose Mausoleum crashed and what was left from him crawled out but that's another story fdhfhds)

Here are other instances of hair simply decorating a helm:

Niall is that one guy we fight in Castle Sol, so similarity in this case ALSO checks out! Also cute idea: what if decoration for the helmets of Godrick's Knights IS his own hair? ;-;

That could also be speculated about Redmane Knights, but I feel like it'd be more appropriate for Godrick's. Radahn would be stingy about his amazing lion mane whereas Godrick can not only take body parts but also give them XDDDD yeah yeah terrible whatever

The black hair on Night Cavalry's helmet can be removed, also confirming that in this case it is a decoration. This hair does have interesting flowing animation though! Maybe it IS the hair of Night Cavalry themselves, still having their shadowy energy, but cut and attached again to their own helmets (kind of like Ciaran from DS1 decorated her helmet with her own braid!)

Another case of hair not being actual hair but part of the mask; the way hair is placed, it'd had to grow from like, eyebrows level and face itself or something fdhfdsdfh Maybe this style with braids and grey hair was intended to refer at Godfrey's? Alternatively, what IF their faces are actually furry/animalistic despite otherwise human build, so the hair doubles as fur? We don't see them behind the mask, after all? A food for a thought lol

^ More of 100% 'mask' types of these

The water dancer in blue gave the sword to Malenia's teacher, the blind guy that once sealed the God of Rot himself, and these warriors in blue appear to be following the same philosophy of "ever running water preventing stagnation, so, rot itself" as him! Although this head piece imitates just a follower and not the man himself (as far as we are aware....), perhaps the sentiment is strong enough to give us the hairdo too x) Again, funny enough, it seems to resemble the Lady of the Lake fairy herself!

I suspected the case of 'sharing hair' with Cleanrot Knights too, but upon closer look I can tell it is supposed to be some fabric/rags, rather than hair or hairlike accessory! Probably more efficient to imitate the look with rags rather than something hairlike tbh, considering the lenght of the thing! So I think the design is more meant to represent Malenia's own unhappy fate, with short tuft being the "hair" and the longer tails being the "wings" :

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In conclusion, it is kind of easy to deduce which hair become our actual hair for the time being because of golden grace 'reshaping' us and which hair is just decor! But it is really interesting stuff to think about all the way!

[spirintom]

Herobrine headcanons 💎

sorry I wasn't posting for a pretty long time... needed to get over my hyperfixation on this guy

💎"He has changed"💎 Enjoy!

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He has existed for a long time. Too long, to be honest. 

People were afraid of him even before legends and rumors were spread - every visit to the Overworld was accompanied by fear. When he appeared, the sky noticeably darkened, a strong wind blew, and it seemed as if even plants were hiding from his shining cold eyes. The world rejected him, everything living and non-living was afraid, and only Nether felt... like home? maybe... 

But that was a long time ago. Too long, to be honest... 

Now the world seems to be getting used to the man. Peaceful creatures curl up to his warm hands, ask him for food, play with him, look as if they understand him. 

And he developed a bad habit - to carry seeds, a couple bunches of wheat, and other treats for them... Perhaps that's why they follow him that much. But the mobs love him, and that pleases him. 

Herobrine himself seems somehow softer. 

Although villagers still fear even think of his name. And this is completely fair. Earlier he used to be excessively hot-headed. He ravaged cities, killed players who dared to look at him. 

So his name became a noun. Now all the world's troubles are attributed to him, not forgetting to recall the old ones. 

Not that he was mad about it. That's absolutely fair. 

But Herobrine has changed. 

Now combat achievements and strength hardly concern him. Of course, the man can still destroy a pretty large village with a slight move of his hand, but... is that really necessary? (And was it necessary at all?) 

Herobrine has changed. 

Now he prefers to enjoy the world: wandering at night or in the early morning, sipping coffee, watching some players, reading, studying redstone mechanisms, perfecting his enchanting or potion-making skills, spending more time with old friends. 

Sometimes in snowy biomes, near villages, he builds snowmen. (Of course, to puzzle and scare village children! Yes-yes. We believe him.) If he finds a spot with flowers, he picks some and leaves them outside random player's house. 

And sometimes (very rarely) he submits to curiosity and goes to some abandoned player’s base and explores it. Herobrine admires, looking at cities, castles, statues, and other structures that, according to him, used to destroy the nature of the world. 

He is especially pleased with one specific base. A small temple on a hill surrounded by cherry trees. There in the mountain, behind thick tangles of vines, lies the entrance to a cave with hot springs and a small pool of lava. The man loves to come there to relax. (how lucky that he’s immune to lava!) 

In these peaceful moments, he catches himself thinking that he understands Notch - understands that creating can also bring joy. The man, of course, grumbles something under his nose, but smiles. 

 Sincerely. Softly.

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[crusherthedoctor]

My pick, of course, is Wave Ocean.

[caldella]

YET ANOTHER SINSMAS POST (spoilers)

(I can't be stopped)

Andrealphus is still not beating my allegations of "Has a repressed attraction to Stolas and tries to take over his life as a demented coping mechanism." I don't even care if this is just crack fan theory or if it sounds like I'm reaching lmao. No apologies. It's way too amusing.

You could say I don't want to

🎵❄️ Let it go ❄️🎵

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Firstly, this attempt to monologue is so fixated on how pathetic and loooonely Stolas must be feeling. This screams "Oh, you're desperate enough to come crawling to meee to get it back?" Not only that, but he knew Stolas was there and was already outside to meet him. I suppose you could say the staff etc. maybe alerted him, but I get the vibe that he was waiting for this to happen. Surely, Stolas would come crawling back to his lost home like an abandoned puppy. What could the "Everything you are now..." lead into? The only thing I could think of was: "...is because of me. But I have the power to change all that..."

It doesn't even register to Andrealphus that Stolas is NOT crawling back. That Stolas was not making an attempt to talk or bargain with him and didn't give a shit if he saw Andrealphus or not when he arrived. Stolas is not showing an ounce of weakness. He is pissed. He is demanding, demanding to see his daughter and isn't paying attention to anything else. Andre clearly has this mental image that Stolas is still under everyone's thumb, defeated, without agency. But Stolas has spent the entire Season 2 becoming more open with his feelings and unwilling to be unfairly pushed around. He's fully snapped between Mastermind and his no-medication meltdowns in Sinsmas. And Andre's addition of Via to this monologue tips Stolas over the edge: especially the way it's worded like she's just a possession. So instead of the weak, pitiable Stolas that Andre was expecting, he gets rage and his ass face beat FUCK YEAH STOLAS GO FOR IT Which is the only thing that snaps him out.

But the moment Blitzø shows up, Andre literally encases Stolas in a fucking dragon/hydra for the IMP crew to fight???

Like a stereotypical medieval fantasy????? "The villain has locked the poor distressed protagonist's prince(ss) in a dragon-guarded castle because he wants the prince(ss) himself?" HE is forcing Stolas into the "'helpless damsel in distress" box. This doesn't read as "I want to kill him now, no holds barred." This is "He is staying here because I demand it, and you can't have him."

Everyone can pick on Stolas all they want for having unrealistic romance expectations, but Andrealphus dude, right now you very much look like you want to be the powerful villain who forces the MC's love interest to give in to him. 🦚❄️

There is the chance that he has an imp fetish instead and might instead develop a fixation on Blitz, I guess we'll see. I just personally like this particular potential twist. Maybe I'm not willing to die on this hill, but I will punch an arrogant peacock in the face over it.

[ruinparadox]

Full deamon husk x shy gn reader in a beauty and the beast like relationship

I'm actually so upset I hadn't thought of this idea before because its so good. Like, you can't just drop a banger idea like this and just not elaborate!

The Beast and his Beauty - Full demon form overlord Husk x Gn!Reader

It’s been a few months since that fateful day. A casino stands at the edge of the city, all but abandoned. The tables are barren, the cards are rotted, and the castle-like building has only one resident, and now one hostage. You swore up and down to your friend that they should not just throw themselves into the casino just to fish for gold and whatnot on the off chance that the overlord who purportedly lives there has somehow died off in the past few centuries of his life.

But no matter how you tried, no matter how you pleaded, they simply waved you off and made for the decrepit castle. One day turned into two. Two days turned into a week into a month, and you left for the castle as well. Other sinners called out to you, trying to warn you of the dangers, but you didn’t heed them. Your friend was in danger and you needed to help them, safety be damned.

Interestingly, the casino stands opposite of the Hazbin Hotel. Atop a hill, behind a tall gate, sequestered away from the big city. It's such a short distance, yet so far away. The metal creaks as you push the entrance open, rust coating the exterior. And just like that you’re scrambling up the hill towards that ornate but blemished door. You grab the handle and notice that it isn’t locked. The mechanism must have eroded away or the overlord is eager to hunt for prey within his walls. Either way, you gain free entry into the estate.

Bravely, or perhaps foolishly, you call into the depths of the halls, your friend’s name reverberating like a siren call. And like a moth to a flame, the overlord appears. He is a hulking beast, his stature so tall he takes up half the entrance hall of the casino floor. His tail is covered in scars and spines, his wings tattered and frail, the colors of the feathers dull and grey. Barely enough plumes for him to assume a brief bout of flight. 

A snarl rumbles in his throat, his face riddled with soot with his face taking the shape of a tiger who’s muzzle is scrunched and wrinkled in perpetual anger. His eyes are like gemstones, glowing in the dark, his slit pupils watching your every move. He’s a predator eyeing prey in his territory. The scythes for talons and claws on his giant paws scratch the floor as he stalks towards you, leaving deep wounds in the marble panels.

“Why are you here?” You could feel the castle shake with his distorted voice. He sounds so… tired.

Why else are you here? For your friend. You demand to know where they are, right now. You demand for their release. 

“Friend? You mean this little plaything?” His tail comes around from behind him, the tip hooked through the hoop of a cage and your friend dangling inside it. “I am merely defending my home from intruders. Intruders such as you, if that wasn’t clear. Why should I release them?”

Indeed, why should he? He has no reason to care about you, a strange person trespassing on the monument to his shame. He has no desires to cling to, no vices to drown in. What could you possibly have to offer the beast who wants nothing but to be left alone?

A question that leaves you stumped. No amount of money could lift him from this state. He’d just gamble it all away again on the vain hopes some windfall might come his way. You can’t offer him power, he has that in droves, not that it's done him much good. And redemption is far too flimsy a concept for him to take on faith.

No, there’s only one thing you could give him. Your soul.

Immediately, your friend is banging at the bars of their cage, crying out in protest, but your gaze is fixed firmly on the beast towering over you, its breath brushing through your fur. 

“You would gamble away your soul on something so small?” He’s almost surprised you’d even considered it, let alone actually offered. But nevertheless, as terrified as you are, even as your body shakes in anxiety and fear, your gaze does not drop. You will see this through. Though to what end? Even you yourself aren’t sure.

His eyes narrow down at you, but he accepts your proposal. You utter an apology to your friend as they cry and beg for you to take it back. They’re cast out after the beast places a spell on them to never speak or mention anything about what took place and can never return to the castle beyond the gate.

In the next second, the beast has returned, and your friend is barred from the estate, their figure barely visibly beyond the gates at the foot of the hill. A golden manacle manifests itself around your neck, a chain rattling as it extends to the beast. You expect him to yank you towards him, but surprisingly, he doesn’t. Instead, he looks down on it, and lets it fall to the floor, its brilliant yet ominous glow fading out of sight.

You don’t even get a word in before he’s stalking off to some unknown part of the castle, his voice quiet as he mumbles for you to “do whatever you want.”

It's been a few months since that day, and you two have grown close since then. The beast, whose name you now know as “Husk,” is trapped in his own casino, surrounded by nothing but forgotten bets and dried up alcohol. He can’t even drink the pain away anymore. He refuses to elaborate when asked about what is keeping him here.

At first, he’s distant and grumpy, barely acknowledging your presence with small grunts, let alone words. You attempt to talk to him, but whether he can hear you, or is just outright ignoring you is anyone’s guess. With conversation a moot front, you attempt to at least make a space for yourself to sleep and live in. If you are going to be staying in a decrepit castle, you might as well make it as comfortable as you can.

He sees you attempting to clear out a room as best you can, but the dust, dirt, and rot are endless. Begrudgingly, he tells you to stop and to just sleep in his room. There’s a lot less dirt and it has the only bed in the entire building that hasn’t crumbled to dust.

The bed in question is more than half the size of the room, a large circle mattress dressed in blemished silk sheets. You imagine it must have looked lavish in the casino’s heyday. You find yourself impressed when it's revealed that the room is capable of housing both you and Husk, the giant resting his head on the empty half of the bed next to you. 

His breathing is soft, but given the size difference it's a veritable gust of wind ruffling your clothes in your sleep. No matter, you’ll just have to use a few more blankets from now on. Assuming there are still any left.

In the next few days you do some exploring of the grounds. You’re not allowed outside, lest you bring more intruders to disturb his territory, but you’re free to go wherever you wish inside. It is then you happen across a closet filled with dresses and other clothes somehow untouched by the ravages of time. Husk is equally surprised but says you can have them. Normally they’d be gifts for his employees if they excelled at their jobs but… well, you get the idea by now, don’t you?

Happily, you put one of them on, looking at yourself twirling about in a cracked vanity mirror. In the reflection, you catch Husk staring at you with a look that’s less than grumpy as he usually is. He notices you looking at him and immediately turns around, his tail nearly knocking you over as he grumbles about taking a nap.

The weeks go by and you catch Husk looking at you more and more, a glint of something you can’t quite recognize in his eyes. It escalates from there. Purrs rumbling the castle, an unexpected nuzzle here or there, and his tail gently wrapping around you.

He refuses to say anything about it until you confront him directly. Reluctantly, he tells you of days long past, when dancers lined the stage, when bright lights and strong drinks bathed the walls, when money flowed through the establishment like water through a dam… when a horrible deal gone wrong took everything from him and one by one, the people disappeared. 

Soon there were no dancers, no booze, no lights, and no money. He’s been here all alone in his self imposed exile. It's not that he can’t leave, but he won’t. For what purpose would that serve? There’s nothing waiting for him out there. Nothing that could fill the hole in his heart. A hole he carved out himself.

At least, that’s what he thought until recently. Until he felt a spark go off within him when he saw you wear that dress, smiling like you were ready to go dancing. He feels something for you, but he can’t trust himself to not mess it up, to not ruin it like he did everything else. 

You give him a smile and he feels his fur go warm for a bit. You tell him that he won’t know if it will work if he doesn’t try. That seems to touch something inside him and for the first time in a while, he smiles. 

That night, you two make for a ballroom. Not sure why a casino needs one, but neither of you really care right now. You two dance and dance throughout the night. Well, more like you’re the one dancing and he’s gently guiding you with his talons. He’s far too big to move about in such a manner without causing some damage.

Still, it doesn’t matter, both of you have fun, and the next few weeks, it only gets better. You two are now having dinner together with what little food you can find or afford, you’re allowed to go outside and buy or steal anything you need, and you now sleep together on the bed, his body curled around yours to give you all the warmth you need.

You tell your friend that you’re okay and you don’t need rescuing. You pack your things from the hotel and move them into Husk’s castle, saying goodbye to your friends while promising to visit. Redemption is overrated. And whether your lives end from being redeemed, or from an exorcist's blade, or perhaps they never end at all, you’re just happy to spend your life next to a beautiful creature such as he.

It doesn’t matter that he can’t return to his normal form anymore. You love him just the way he is.

[scotianostra]

On January 26th 1861 Edinburgh heard the sound of the one o'clock gun for the first time.

Walking along Princes Street when the gun goes off separates the locals from the tourists, one group stand in bewilderment, while the Edinburgh populace just walk on as if nothing has happened.

With an electric cable stretching over 4,000 feet from the rear of the gun to Calton Hill, the original 18-pound gun was operated via a mechanical trigger at precisely 1pm each day apart from Sunday, Good Friday and Christmas Day.

The 94-pound artillery weapon was provided by the Royal Artillery, and intended as an alternative to the Calton Hill Time-Ball. This other method of telling the time, positioned atop the Nelson Monument, was hindered by the infamous Haar rolling in from the North Sea, causing the ball to be out of the line of sight, with the definitive report of a cannon favoured over the Time-Ball.

Since its early days, the gun has moved from the Half Moon Battery over to Mill’s Mount Battery, and the weapon of choice is now a L118 Light Gun. This particular weapon has been in service for over twenty years, and is traditionally fired by a volunteer District Gunner from the 105th Regiment Royal Artillery.

To date, the longest-serving gunner has been Staff Sergeant Thomas “Tam the Gun” McKay MBE, who fired the Edinburgh landmark daily from 1979 until his retirement in 2005.

His nickname was passed onto a GNER locomotive during a naming ceremony at Edinburgh Waverley train station in 2006 to commemorate his career.

Tam was never short of an audience, folk from all over the world wanting to witness the firing of Edinburgh’s one o’clock gun, the firing of the gun is still a highlight for those visiting the castle.

In 2002 he published a book of anecdotes and history relating to the gun entitled ‘What time does Edinburgh’s One O’clock gun fire?’ the proceeds of which went to t the Army Benevolent fund for whom he had undertook fundraising work for.

[tassellautomat]

Mechanic Castle Hill

Tassell Automotive Services is likely an Mechanic Castle Hill company that provides services such as oil changes, brake repair, tire rotation, engine diagnostics, and other related services. They may service a variety of vehicles including cars, trucks, and SUVs.

[batteriescastlehill]

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[mcmookiemeal]

With the mere existence of your blog I already adore you, I loved all your writings and I wanted to make a small request, how about DK with an s/o who loves mechanics (the kars scene drove me crazy with emotion) and speed? (extra points if she is a little sister of mario and luigi)

forgive my bad english! <3

Donkey Kong x Reader who likes cars

You were the younger sister of Mario and Luigi, but you weren’t in their little plumbing business.

Unlike your brothers you had taken a little more interest in cars.

Your parents also weren’t to happy about your choice, but they knew you wouldn’t change your mind so they just let you do your own thing.

But with the three of you being seen as the “disappointments” of the family, you were always together.

You even tagged along for their plumber appointments just in case their van had any issues.

On the day Brooklyn was flooding and your brothers took it upon themselves to fix it, you decided to come along since you had nothing better to do.

But you really wished you stayed home because getting sucked into a sketchy green pipe was not on the bucket list.

You and Mario had the fortune of staying together but sadly, Luigi did not.

You were pretty freaked out upon landing in the Mushroom kingdom, you were in an unfamiliar place with talking mushrooms.

It was hard not to freak out.

But the little mushroom you met by the name of Toad agreed to help you find your brother by taking you to the princess.

When you entered the actual kingdom part you realized they didn’t seem to use cars around here, instead they used the kind of pipes that got you here in the first place.

Pretty cool.

Toad crawled inside the clear pipe and you watched him flow through at high speeds.

You were curious on how the pipe worked, was some kind of machinery operating it? or was it magic?

Well there was only one way to find out.

You followed behind Toad in the pipe, flying through it smoothly with intense speed.

“Isn’t this fun Mario?!” You giggled having the time of your life with this new way of transportation.

Things weren’t going as well for Mario as every turn he would roughly smash against the side of the pipe.

Eventually the three of you made it to the top of the hill, approaching the castle.

Toad had to distract the guards for you and Mario since the guards were trying to play with your mind and redirect you somewhere else.

But even inside the castle the guards caught onto you guys pretty quickly and began chasing you through the maze of hallways.

Running into the princess was…interesting.

She threw Mario to the ground and turned her attention to you, but before she could get you the guards had tackled you to the ground as well.

“Wait wait! Let them speak” The princess demanded and the guards let you and Mario free.

“Princess we need your help. I need your help to find our brother.” Mario explained.

After a little bit of talking with the princess you guys sorted out a deal.

If you and Mario helped her take down Bowser, Then your brother would be found.

But first, you had to train.

You and Mario were taken to a course with lots or crazy jumps and obstacles, but you were pretty confident in your skills so you decided to go first.

You finished first try, But poor Mario worked himself until the sun went down.

Next morning The princess along with Toad traveled with you and Mario to the Jungle kingdom.

You enjoyed the travel part. This place was so much than Brooklyn, you wished you could stay here forever.

The arrival to the Jungle Kingdom came up fast.

And you were excited.

You wondered what they were like in this kingdom. Was it more mushroom people? Humans? And did they drive fast cars?!

The residents of the Jungle Kingdom turned out to be gorillas, but much to your happiness they did in fact drive fast cars.

You pestered the gorilla who let you guys inside the kingdom to let you drive his cool car but he grumbled every time you opened your mouth.

You sat in the middle seat, between Mario and Peach.

What’s the point of a younger sibling if you can’t third wheel the two love birds?

The ride was unlike anything you’d felt before, no rollercoaster could compare to all the fun you had riding on the twisty roads at high speeds.

You were sad when it was over, cause after that you had to have a serious talk with the king of the apes.

Peach talked about forming an alliance with the army but the king wasn’t gonna let her have it just that easily.

Instead we would have to do it by winning some stupid fight.

“I’ll do it.” Mario offered

Long story short Mario ended up kicking Dk’s ass.

And Dk was not happy about it.

You honestly felt a little bit sorry for him as he felt his whole reputation was destroyed by a plumber.

So you decided to take some personal time with the gorilla to assure him that it’s okay to loose every once and a while, you used the plenty of street races you had lost in the past as an example.

“Wait you race?” He asks, interrupting your story.

“Uh yeah? I love cars!” You gushed.

He smiled at you and pulled off the ground, now seeming very eager to show you something.

He brought you to the huge workshop where all the karts around the Jungle Kingdom were made.

You looked around as you saw all the other gorillas working on karts and vehicles of all kinds.

“This way.” Dk said placing his large hand on your back to guide you around the place since it was easy to get lost in.

He brought you over to a wheel with different options for a car, wheels, and a parachute of some sort.

“Go ahead, take your pick.”

You looked at him with wide eyes and looked back at all the options for your car.

“This doesn’t cost anything right?” You asked wanting to make sure before designing your dream car.

“You’re with the almighty Dk, of course it’s free.” He smirked.

You nodded and looked through all the options, making sure to pick all the fastest things on the wheel.

After about 10 minutes of looking you finally decided on your karts final design.

It was pretty sick, It was your favorite color and It was supposed to be the fastest kart combo here in the Jungle Kingdom

You squealed excitedly as you watched your kart being made from behind the glass

“Pretty cool huh?”

“Its amazing! We don’t have this stuff where I’m from.” You said, sounding slightly disappointed at the end of your sentence.

Dk thought you were pretty cute, never had he seen someone so interested in cars.

You and Dk didn’t notice but while you two were caught up in your own conversation you didn’t notice Mario and the others enter the workshop.

When Mario laid his eyes on you and Dk laughing together he was pretty mad about it.

“Are you kidding me?! You’ve been with him this whole time?!” Mario exclaimed angrily at you.

“Yeah and he helped me get my kart ready!” You smiled at your brother and pointed to the now finished kart in the window behind you.

Dk and your brother scowled at each other while you were off in your own world, staring longingly at your kart.

“Make any moves on her and I wont hesitate to beat you again.” Mario threatened.

“I’d like to see you try plumber boy.”

“Oh oh! It’s finished c’mon let’s go!” You interrupted their little banter by pulling Dk with you to come pick up your Kart.

When everyone was done with their karts, they made their way to line up in front of the door that would lead them to the path of rainbow road.

You and Dk were next to each other while you waited for the doors to open.

“Is Rainbow road an actual rainbow?” You asked.

Dk chuckled at your question but answered nonetheless.

“Yes its an actual rainbow.”

“Awesome!”

When the doors opened you sped off in your kart, the wind violently whipping through your hair.

You enjoyed the scenery around you, the beautiful floating islands off in the distance and the waterfalls that seemed to go on for miles.

Dk pulled up next to you and matched your speed so he could watch you experience driving with your new custom kart for the first time.

He saw how happy you were and couldn’t help but smile.

“You know…I know a lot of roads with cool views like this.” Dk said still keeping his eyes on the road.

“Really?! I would love to see it!”

“How about after all this is over, we’ll go drive through them together?” He asked you.

He was asking you on a date.

You smiled at him and accepted his offer.

“Yeah I would like that a lot.”

A/N: Sorry it came out kind of late I was busy today!!

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Blood Will Out Ch 6: Home

Summary: When Agatha Sannikova learns she is, in fact, Agatha Heterodyne, she inadvertently kicks off a series of events that reopens old wounds, drags secrets into the light, and brings war to the doorstep of the all but defenseless Mechanicsburg. Saturnus struggles to crush his enemies with a town almost as broken as his body; Agatha, determined to undo the chaos she's unleashed, plunges into the depths of Castle Heterodyne.

Raised by a literal saint and the devil incarnate, Agatha - with an unleashed mind, a burning spark, and a band of very unexpected allies - will fight to do the unthinkable: be a good Heterodyne and a good person.

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It had taken two months for Teodora to wear Saturnus down enough that he consented to her living outside of the castle, and another month of ferocious negotiation and compromise to agree on where. The house would be no more than fifteen minutes’ walk from the castle, countdown beginning at the foot of the hill, not the front door. Teodora would come to dinner at the castle every night, lunch every other day, breakfast every other Thursday. Saturnus could visit, but must send notice at least one hour prior to his arrival or, preferably, schedule in advance. 

Saturnus had cheerfully evicted the previous tenants, delayed Teodora’s move with a few “necessary renovations”, and presented it to her with great ceremony. She knew Saturnus would have preferred to build her a small palace, but he had, for once, restrained himself, and left the house a comfortable two-story home. 

The back garden had always been her haven. Shielded from the sight and sound of Mechanicsburg by a large hedge, she had made it a place of beauty and growing things, untouched by mad science. When the walls pressed in too close, when helplessness threatened to turn to despair, when she thought too much about the life she could have had and all that had been ripped from her, when she couldn’t speak for fear she would start screaming and never stop, here she could find peace. 

And she needed that peace, now. Every waking moment this week she had spent out in the garden, the back door to the house open so she could see the front door, when Agatha came home. 

If she came home. 

By the third day, Teodora had run out of things to do, and began to dig up her flowers and replant them in other parts of the garden, simply for something to do. The alternative was to sit inside and stare at the door. 

“Teodora.” 

She looked up. Saturnus was in the doorway, his face in shadow. For a moment, she couldn’t figure out why, and then realized it was because night had fallen and the lights in the house were behind him. 

“Supper’s almost ready.” 

Teodora rose to her feet, mechanically stripping off her gardening gloves. She dropped the gloves in the basket of tools, unable to muster the effort to put them away properly. As she approached, Saturnus backed the wheelchair up and moved further into the kitchen. Tucked away as it was in the back of the house, under the stairs, it was a gloomy little space rarely occupied except when cooking. Saturnus had filled it with the greatest Spark-built appliances he could get his hands on, some of which Teodora actually used. 

They had taken turns making sure the other ate, whichever one of them was slightly less consumed by worry and fear and guilt and able to remember they occupied physical shells. Saturnus himself did not have much experience in cooking, but he could follow instructions and reach the oven, and had not yet turned up anything completely inedible.  

“Pass me the kettle, would you, love?” Saturnus asked. Teodora absentmindedly moved the heavy iron kettle from the back burner of the stove to the front, and walked into the front hall to get out of his way.  

The front hall had only a wall on the right side; the left opened directly into the dining room, which kept it from feeling too cramped. Teodora went to the long oval table and took away one of the chairs to give Saturnus a place at the table. 

She always liked to sit with her back to the window, and Bill and Barry had meticulously tracked and traded turns sitting next to her, even when Bill was Lord of Mechanicsburg. Agatha always preferred to sit across from her, so she could look Teodora in the eye as they ate. 

The back wall of the dining room had two doors – a small downstairs bathroom, and the bedroom that had once been Barry’s, now Saturnus’. 

“Barry’s room,” Saturnus repeated. “You want me - me - to move into Barry’s old room, in your house.”

“It’s the only bedroom on the first floor,. ” Teodora said. “The stairs may not be as bad a climb as the road to the castle, but it would be better for your heart if you didn’t have to go up and down every day.” 

It had seemed prescient after the first stroke took his legs, and then pointless after the second took his mind. Now it was useful again: while Saturnus hated the wheelchair and refused to use it outside the house, it was easy enough to wheel himself from the bed to the table without being too injurious to his pride. 

Teodora turned away, wandering from room to room, seeing ghosts in every corner.

Across the hall, through an open doorway, was the sitting room, with a brightly patterned carpet, comfortable chairs and sofas, and a small table for tea. She had passed many sunny afternoons and quiet evenings with her sons, and then her granddaughter, reading or working on her embroidery. There was a shelf on the wall dedicated to Agatha’s clocks. Whether they functioned or not, her creations were always works of art. 

Teodora climbed the narrow stairs to the second floor, which had been divided more or less equally into an oversized, ornate bathroom and three bedrooms: her room, the guest room, and Bill’s room. 

Agatha’s room, now, since the night Barry had arrived with the sleeping girl in his arms. 

Teodora leaned against the doorjamb and stared in. Agatha had been so guarded, at first, almost incapable of believing this would be a permanent home. Now she’d made her mark on it. The line drawings of airships had been replaced by an oil painting of a clank walking through a sun-drenched forest. Agatha had packed away the toy soldiers and monsters and put up her most functional alarm clocks and her model clanks and Princess Stompyboots, because Agatha was old enough to pretend she didn’t sleep with stuffed animals anymore. 

“I was going to ask Punch and Judy to take her, and Beetle to keep an eye on the three of them. Tarsus has his flaws, but he’s trustworthy and he keeps his word - but now he’s given his word to Klaus. ”

“Barry, Mechanicsburg is just as much a part of the Empire as Beetleburg! Even if he answers to Klaus, Tarsus is the Tyrant! Punch and Judy could give her anonymity, Beetle can give his protection - what can I do to protect her that he can’t? The Jägers and the people of Mechanicsburg could keep her safe, but you don’t want any of them to know!   I have no power here, I never have!” 

“You do. You’re Teodora Vodenicharova. You kept me and Bill safe from the whole world, all by yourself. The locket will…will convince people, and you’ll take care of her. Just like you took care of us. When the time comes, I’ll tell her everything, but until then…I can’t think of anywhere safer she could be.”    

She should have insisted. Teodora turned abruptly and hurried down the stairs to stand blankly in the front hall, twisting her fingers together to keep them from shaking. 

Teodora knew, she had always known, from the very first moment, that she should have made Barry take Agatha to Beetleburg. 

In fact, part of Teodora was hoping Agatha would make it to Beetleburg. There, she could be a Spark, too far from Mechanicsburg and from Teodora’s home for anyone to think her a Heterodyne. 

But Teodora had never been strong enough to send her away. 

They ate dinner in silence. Afterwards, Teodora cleared the table and did the dishes and then stood in the kitchen staring blankly out the dark window, wondering if she would ever feel like there was a right choice to make. 

“—dora?”

“What?” She started, realizing Saturnus had been speaking.

“I said, I think you should reconsider letting me tell her when she gets home.”

“Oh, Saturnus!” Teodora scolded, sweeping past him and into the dining room again.   

“I understand your reasoning, but this is not going to go away!” he insisted. “Even once she’s back, the underlying issue remains! She knows she’s a Heterodyne, but she doesn’t know about the locket! She thinks she will fail! That is what she is running from, and it will still be here, waiting for her, if we don’t tell her the truth! If we tell her that the locket is suppressing her spark, then she won’t be afraid!”

Teodora did understand. She understood enough that she felt she might be torn in two. 

If they didn’t tell her, Agatha would be crushed under the weight of expectations she did not know she could exceed.

If they did tell her, Agatha would refuse to wear the locket. She would reveal herself too soon, and the world would come for her, and they would be able to do nothing to protect her.

“What if taking it off all at once does something to her? But if we do it slowly, will that do something? And how could we do it? If she wears it every other day, will that make it better or worse? Neither of us knows how it works!” 

“I could figure it out!” 

“Are you sure?” she demanded. “Are you absolutely sure? Do you know, definitely, without doubt, that if you disconnect the wrong wire it won’t leave her catatonic?” 

“I—–” 

“ Can you?” 

“I am just as strong as Spark as I ever was! There’s no reason I shouldn’t be able to figure it out. He’s my son , not a God Queen.”

“Would you bet her life on it?”  

Saturnus opened his mouth, and closed it again. His jaw went tight, his hands white knuckled on the arms of the wheelchair. He glared at her, eyes like green fire. 

But he did not say yes. 

“Barry built it. Barry understands how it works. When he comes home, he will tell me what to do with it, but until then—–” 

“And how long will that be? It’s been four years, Teodora, what if he nev—” 

“ Don’t!” Teodora whirled, teeth bared, blood boiling, mind screaming as if Saturnus could somehow speak the nightmare into existence. “Do. Not. Say. It.” 

Saturnus didn’t answer – but he didn’t have to. It was in his eyes: he didn’t want it to be true any more than she did, but he was willing to accept it. It only made her angrier. Of course he could accept it. There had been a time when he had planned to kill Barry himself – kill him and ‘start over’, as if Barry was nothing more than a failed experiment. The fact that he had the gall to be sad at the thought of Barry…of Barry… 

“Right now, she is stable ,” Teodora said. “Stable, and safe, and I do not know how fragile that may be. So I will continue to do what I know will work, until I am certain – absolutely certain – that any other option won’t make it worse. ” 

The door opened.

Agatha, eyes downcast, slipped inside and quietly pushed the door shut behind her. She was wearing a poorly-fitting yellow dress and a long purple cape, and stood in her socks, her shoes nowhere to be seen.

“I lost my bag,” she said, not looking up. “I had to borrow a change of clothes, and um. I left my boots outside because they got all gross from…from the mud.” 

She swallowed hard. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Teodora let out a cry and threw herself across the room, dragging Agatha into her arms.

“I’m sorry,” Agatha said again, burying her face in Teodora’s shoulder.

“No,” Teodora said, her voice shaking. “No, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. This isn’t how I wanted you to find out, I…”

“I understand why you didn’t tell me,” Agatha said, softly. “Better I don’t know what I…” She pulled in a shuddering breath and her voice trembled. “What I can’t be.”

Something in Teodora shattered.

“That is not why!” Saturnus burst out. He wheeled himself across the room and grabbed Agatha’s wrists tightly, pulling her away from Teodora to face him. “You listen to me, girl. This was too big a secret for a child to keep, and you are a terrible liar. Every person who knows is a person who could slip up, and the second anyone even suspected you might be who you are, you would be in unimaginable danger. Do you understand?”

“I haven’t even done anything!” Agatha exclaimed.

Teodora numbly wandered over to the china cabinet where she had stored the locket. Saturnus had said it was too dangerous for a non-Spark to hold for more than a few hours, and now it lay nestled among the cloth napkins in the top drawer.

“You exist,” Saturnus told Agatha sadly. “That’s enough. Some people will try to kill you in case you are like me. Some people will try to kill you in case you are like your father. Some people will want you dead for revenge. Others will want to control you, use you for their own ends.”

“Even if I’m a useless Heterodyne? One who isn’t even a Spark?”

Tears began to well up in Teodora’s eyes as she stared down at the trilobite locket, indistinguishable from so many other Heterodyne sigils, even from the bric-a-brac the tourists bought. She tried to strengthen her resolve, as she always did, by forcing herself to relive that day. 

The fear in her heart when the castle began to fall to pieces. Fighting her way through the crowd streaming down the road, their arms so empty. Making it up the hill only for the Jägers to hold her back, telling her to stay outside, not to go into the castle, it wasn’t safe. Waiting, struggling to breathe, desperate to see someone, anyone, holding her grandson.

General Zog appearing at the front door, tears streaming unheeded from his eyes, unable to look at her, unable to say anything but I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

She remembered the moment when she had seen the bundle in the lifeless arms of the young von Mekkhan. Carson on his knees, weeping. Saturnus staring, unmoving, apparently not noticing the bone jutting out from his own broken arm. The blanket she had embroideredwhen Lucrezia announced she was pregnant. Daisies and bumblebees being swallowed up, one by one, by the crawling wash of Klaus Barry’s blood.   

“I can’t do it,” she whispered.

“Teodora...” Saturnus said, pained.

“I can’t!” Teodora shouted. “I can’t, I can’t – do you have any idea how suspicious it is? You are the right age. You live with us . You look like your family! The only reason no one suspects you is your headaches. That alone protects you!”

“I don’t—” Agatha said.

“I can’t keep you safe!” Teodora screamed. “This is the only thing I can do!”

“Teodora,” Saturnus said, wheeling himself between them. “I’m not stupid enough to tell you to calm down, but take a breath. Let’s just take a minute—”

“ You are going to tell me to regulate my emotions?” Teodora’s voice cracked.  

“Grandmother—”

“You can’t call me that! For God’s sake, Agatha!”

Agatha took a step back, and she was frightened, frightened of her, but Teodora couldn’t stop herself. She grabbed the locket by the chain and shoved it at Agatha. 

“Put the locket on, Agatha!”

“What are you talking about?” Agatha cried, backing away further. “The locket? What does the locket have to do with anyth—”

She stopped. Her eyes went wide. She looked down at Saturnus, who could not meet her eyes.

“You were five,” Teodora said, her voice weak and desperate. “You broke through at five. Barry did the only thing he could think to do—”

“The locket...the locket? He made a locket that made me an idiot?” Agatha’s eyes welled up with tears, her face twisted in the agony of betrayal. “And you knew. You, you both knew the whole time that – it’s that?  You knew and you let it happen?”

Once again Agatha looked at Saturnus, who...hesitated. He glanced at Teodora and he—

He wasn’t going to say it, she realized. He wasn’t going to tell Agatha that it was her, and her alone, who had been complicit in this nightmare, or that he had wanted to end her torment and Teodora would not let him. It would have been so easy for him to use this to turn Agatha against her forever. To convince their granddaughter to abandon everything Teodora had ever taught her. He could have his revenge for what she’d done to Bill and Barry. He could finally get the proper evil heir he’d always wanted.

But he didn’t.

Teodora wanted to hate him for it.

“ I knew,” she said. “I knew from the start.”

“She had to tell Dr Sun and me when we took you to the hospital,” Saturnus said. “Sun wanted to run tests to find the cause, maybe try to fix what was happening.”

Dr Sun had been only slightly less displeased than Saturnus. And Saturnus had been raging .

“How could you do this to me?” Agatha demanded of Teodora.

“ I buried your brother,” Teodora said. “My sons are gone! My grandson is dead! You are all I have left in this world! Please ,” she begged.

“Agatha,” Saturnus said. How strange for him to be the calm one. “It kills me – it kills us both! But Teodora is right. This damn device is the only thing standing between you and the world. The castle is a ruin, our weapons are junked, our Jägers are...gone. If someone comes for you – and they will come for you – there is no guarantee we could stop them.” 

“The Baron—”

“ Klaus? ” Saturnus exclaimed, thumping back into his chair. “He’s one of the bastards we’re protecting you from! The best case scenario is he whisks you off to Castle Wulfenbach ‘for your own protection’ – and you would be safe, on a floating fortress with the Jägers right there to watch over you. You’d be safe, and you’d be trapped .

“Barry felt it was so important to keep you out of Klaus’ hands, he wouldn’t take you to Punch and Judy, when we all know how much easier it would have been for them to keep you hidden, just because Beetleburg joined the Empire. That locket, those headaches, they have kept you above suspicion. Do you understand?”

“No!” Agatha drew away from both of them, but it was Teodora she fixed her furious glare on. “I hate you,” she hissed. Teodora shut her eyes. “I hate you! I hate you and I hate Uncle Barry and I won’t wear the locket and I never want to talk to you again!”

She ran, storming up the stairs and slamming the door shut.

Teodora felt...hollow. There was no more grief left to feel, no more tears to shed, no more heart to break. 

“If she won’t wear it, I’ll need to fix the castle,” Saturnus said.

Teodora did not move or open her eyes. Gently, he pried the locket from her hand, where the edge of the clasp had begun to cut into her skin.

“You can’t get up the hill,” Teodora whispered, her voice very far away. She could barely hear herself over the words booming and echoing in her skull, cutting her to pieces again and again.

I hate you!

“I’ll let Sun assign one of those orderlies to push me around, pride be damned. You were right – it’s one thing to get myself killed. I’ll not let it get in the way of keeping her safe. A functioning castle is the best way to do that.”

Teodora said nothing. What was there to say?

“She’s a good girl, and she loves you,” Saturnus said, awkwardly. “I’m sure once she’s had time to calm down, she’ll...well, maybe I can convince her.” 

“I didn’t do it to hurt you,” Teodora said. Saturnus sighed.

“Teodora, I am not that self-absorbed. I know this is not about me, or my legacy. This is about Agatha.”  

“No. Bringing you here after your heart attack. Keeping you here after the strokes; being the one to look after you. I know what people think. I know what you think. I never did it because I enjoyed having power over you. I never felt pleasure at seeing you brought low.”

Saturnus was silent for a moment, his surprise and disbelief palpable. Teodora couldn’t bring herself to look at him. She didn’t want to see the look on his face. She didn’t know why the words were coming now. Perhaps it was some sort of reward for not turning Agatha against her – the gift of knowing the woman he loved did not have such malice in her heart, even after all he’d done. 

“I was worried you wouldn’t listen to the doctors, after your heart attack, and end up making it worse. I knew I could get you to listen to me, make you take your medication, keep you from doing anything foolish. Then you had your stroke and… You hated people even just seeing you with a cane. At the hospital you would have had nurses and orderlies and doctors going in and out every day, seeing you like that, I knew what you would feel, and I knew I could spare you that.”

“But... why?”

Teodora opened her eyes, but kept her eyes fixed on the wall. 

“We were both in our own personal Hell, Saturnus. It felt like someone had learned all of our fears and was forcing us to live every one of them day after day. I couldn’t make it better, but I could make sure that for at least one of us, it didn’t get worse. ” 

Saturnus said nothing for a very long time. At last she felt a hand take hers, hesitantly. Teodora did not pull away. Distantly, she wondered when she had started to find his touch a comfort.

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₊˚⊹☆ all my drs!!

have a list of all the drs i officially shift to (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ (in order of discovery) The ages are accurate to the moment i will shift in these drs if that makes sense..

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Better CR ⪼ Soren Minerva, 15 years old

this is where i'll permashift to 😼

Solar System ⪼ Soren Minerva, 8 years old

this dr is very similar to my bcr, but its the one with lore and history and gods etc also i shift at 8 just so i can bask in the 2010 years again because lets be honest they were the best ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

My Hero Academia ⪼ Aiden Konoike, 14 years old

i'm just a girl in this one. ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

Demon Slayer ⪼ Hoshi Tomioka, 16 years old

i'll have to figure this one out again, i just know i have cosmic breathing 🥳 zenitsu is probably my s/o •ᴗ•

Genshin Impact ⪼ Fleur, 18 years old(physically)

this one is lore heavy as well, but rn im just a court multitasker/protean at fontaine. i picked neuvillette as my found family, and kaeya & thoma as my lovers •ᴗ•

ParadoxLive ⪼ Nova Fall, 18 years old

aka one of my most hyped drs. im an idol there and a very cliche one at that. like that one barbie popstar movie where she transforms on stage, me core. i date nayuta because he's the only true one for me ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

What in HELL is bad? ⪼ Selene, 19 years old

i sort of follow the game plot, as in im the daughter of solomon. i didnt go too far in the game yet but i jst KNOW i either get close with satan or leviathan

Sonic the Hedgehog ⪼ Lune, do mobians have age..

this is the closest i currently am to being a princess, but im not royalty..sonic and shadow broke me out of my castle and brought me to green hill 😐 anyways i summon crystals with a wand weewoo! with the chaos emeralds i summon a crystal golem thing ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

Land of the Lustrous ⪼ Opal, 400 years old

not much to say except that opal looks uncannily close to diamond in appearance. i date zircon! or idk but we're best friends! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

Helodon ⪼ Atria, 20 years old

this is my partner's world - he writes a lot like me so of COURSE he has his own world like me and allowed me to shift there. i dont have much info on myself either i just know im cute and i love sothoth ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

Spiderverse ⪼ Blair Fall or Minerva idk, 16 years old

my alias is haxxor bunny, because its literally bronya's haxxor bunny skin in hi3..i attack like her too! and i got beef with aiden<3 im not sure but i think i'll date a spiderman version of sero there ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

90's dr ⪼ Kami Bateman, 26 years old

im a model hehe. and i date a perfectly sane and healthy patrick bateman really i just like his looks, i scripted he was really sweet ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

AFK Journey ⪼ Merlin, 300 years old

again i lost interest in the game but im still shifting there. my alias is jinx and im a vampire, also im a dude lol. my s/o is valen<3 but soren is so close to taking the cake and i'd be so mad cause dude got the same name as the host 😨 also im dura's son!

Wuthering Waves ⪼ Orion, 20 years old

okay bare with me i still love the game but im unable to play it so i cry every day. anyways..my original plan was to be part of the fractsidus under the alias Hikaru but i dont think i wanna do that anymore. so yeah i dont much abt myself here either! i really like (male) rover i hold him 🫴 maybe i'll be like jinhsi's brother or something ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

? ⪼ Viktor, 25 years old

bare with me (bis) when i say i love viktor but i became aware of him just because i love the steampunk aesthetic and because we dont have a mechanic in this list. i'm still hesitant of him being from belobog and possibly dating luocha or jing yuan, i need to play hsr more. "( – ⌓ – )=3

Undertale ⪼ Rune, 7-8 or however old Frisk is

this is actually my first ever dr. ive had a huge undertale hyperfixation (1-3 years) and i basically made an oc which was a self insert. it was also my first ever lore which was super complicated idk how 7 year old me thought of it. when i was 9 i accidentally manifested that what happened to frisk would happen to me, i didnt know what was shifting or manifestation i just wrote down the same thing about 100 times while believing in it a lot. guess it worked with a 7 years delay because now im shifting there! i dont know how it will go but i see a happy "ending" with the monsters living with me n frisk at the surface cause WHY TF NOT.

Kaiju no.8 ⪼ haha i dont have any info on them.

i recently started watching k8 and i love it and could see myself going there, but i don't know anything about myself there ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

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