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skelletonscloset · 2 months ago

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With the leaves starting to brown and the air starting to become crisp, your mind wandered to your loved ones as you began to wonder how to celebrate the spooky season with them.

love&deepspace halloween headcannons ! ๋࣭ ⭑🕸

cw : implied fem!reader, mentions of knives, fake spiders, Rafayel lore, all tooth rotting fluff ! this is a collaborative effort by skelle and i :)

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Xavier 🧸

Xavier isn’t used to actually celebrating Halloween, especially considering he spends most of his days either sleeping or fighting wanderers. He’s more of the kind to just use the day as an excuse to buy himself a big bag of candy and spend the day on the couch in his apartment. So, when you come to him asking him to pick between two festive welcome doormats, he suddenly starts to grow a newfound interest for the festivity that you emphasized for the holiday.

Xavier would easily get into the rhythm of taking one piece of candy from the decorative platter you had out in your living room and eating it every time he visited. You only started to notice when you passed by one afternoon and realized that all the MilkyWays were gone from the plate.

You had planned a few, cute little stay-at-home dates with him, one of which included carving pumpkins. Xavier was a little confused at first, having to stick his bare hand into the guts of a pumpkin, but watching you become so focused on getting every little seed out and onto the tray between you two caused him to ease up a little more, finding joy in your own.

You popped the pumpkin seeds in the oven, explaining to him that getting in the “fall mood” was important and promising that they tasted good.

Neither of you were very good at carving pumpkins, in fact, Xavier’s barely looked like one in the end. He almost treated it like a wanderer with the way he was using the carving knife you’d given him. You both still ended up placing your pumpkins on display in a corner of the kitchen, you two joking about the process every time you laid your eyes on them.

Because he never really celebrated Halloween, he never really felt the need to dress up before. You were thinking of ways to celebrate with him and you figured it would be funny to ask him to dress up for a costume party being held by the Hunters Association. Another “team bonding” experience as dubbed by Tara. You just didn’t expect Xavier to agree and for the costume you picked out for the both of you to end up looking so good on him.

Choosing a classic princess and knight duo, you used it as an excuse to wear a pretty, flowy dress while Xavier took a more modern approach with his costume, opting to forgo the helmet that came with the outfit but insists lets you secure the cape beneath his shoulder plates.

Bonus: You’d jokingly ask him to dress up as Lumiere from Beauty and the Beast as long as you got to be Plumette.

On the night of the party, you were getting ready to leave, making sure you didn't leave anything behind before heading to the party before you heard a knock at the door. It was probably Xavier coming to pick you up.

You made your way over to the door, making sure not to step on the fabric of the white, frilly dress you wore with your heels. Opening the door, your eyes meet Xavier’s, whose averted from your gaze, the tips of his ears tinged pink.

Your mouth drops open, giving him a once over as your lips curve into a giddy grin. His icy eyes travel from the floor and up your figure, becoming entranced with the look of the dress on your body.

“You… look beautiful,” He murmured as his eyes met yours, a look of awe etched into his expression. The tips of his ears were still a little red from the embarrassment of walking down the complex’s halls in a knight costume.

“Not too bad yourself, Sir Lumiere.” You joked, placing a hand on his chest plate and pushing him backward into the hallway. You closed your apartment door behind you. “We should get going, the party is starting soon.”

You barely got two steps ahead of him before you were gently pulled back, Xavier taking your hand in his. You look at him with a confused expression as he kneels down to one knee.

“Please, let me escort you, Your Highness” He says, his voice soft and gentle, and the look in his eyes even more tender as he kisses the back of your hand. His hand holds yours as if it were porcelain, and his warmth seeps into your skin as he guides you down the hall.

Rafayel ☠️

Rafayel had learned what Halloween was over the course of his time here, but never did he once celebrate it. It wasn’t out of hatred for it, but back in Lemuria it was never celebrated or even heard of. So he had no real idea how to go about participating in such a holiday. Before knowing you, he also had no interest in doing so.

This was precisely why you had made it a point to try and do something fun with him each day of the month of October.

On the first day, as in the very first day of October, you showed up to his home very early, decorations piled in multiple bags all held in one hand, and in the other were a ton of snacks. Day one was decorating his home to fit the vibe.

You explained common myths surrounding the holiday, most of which people don’t consider to be true but regardless it’s fun to talk about. You told him stories from your childhood of how you’re family celebrated and traditions you had each year.

His least favorite decoration was the big black cat figure with its back arched high and fake fur all puffed up. In fact he made you remove it from his presence at once.

Later on in the month you and him had visited a pumpkin patch. Rafayel spent at least two hours scouring for the most perfect pumpkin he could find. one without blemishes and one that was perfectly round. Once he found it he practically begged you to carry it, saying that if something happened he could hurt his wrist and never be able to paint again, eyes big and round and puppy dog-ish

After managing to find “the perfect pumpkin” you returned back to his place to start carving.

Pumpkin carving had so far proven to be his favorite activity, showing off his skills much to your despair.

He looked over to see your pumpkin and complemented its face, noting all the uneven sharp edges forming a sinister smile and slanted eyes. you expressed your gratitude with a smile Only it dropped the minute you looked over at his and he was literally carving a beautiful greek statue depicting icarus on his giant pumpkin. you decided to start cleaning up your own mess and be done after that.

When you brought up your memories of trick or treating as a kid and all the tooth rotting candy you got from it, even having some left over for months after October, he seemed increasingly interested in the event. He practically begged to go this year with you.

You had to sit him down to explain that normally it’s children, young kids who go trick or treating and that normally you’d dress up, so it would be hard to find a costume now anyway.

This did not stop Rafayel from whining and begging on hands and knees to go trick or treating. He didn't stop until you pulled out your laptop in defeat to order a costume online.

You thought he would look handsome in a Phantom of the Opera costume so you ordered one and luckily it would be here just before halloween night.

You had tried a few times to convince Rafayel to go to a costume party instead, something more sophisticated and fun but he was insistent you go to the nearby neighborhood and trick or treat with the local families.

☆BONUS☆ Rafayels favorite candy would ironically be Swedish fish (get it..)

☆BONUS☆ As a joke you definitely asked him to dress up as the little mermaid and prince Eric. you were prince Eric

You sat on Rafayel’s couch waiting for him to change into his costume. You sat in a beautiful vintage cream colored gown to match that of the Phantom’s love interest. Hair done to match the character as much as possible. You fiddled with the lace hemming of the puffy sleeves as you waited for him, adjusting bits and pieces of your dress. You thought back to all the fun you’d had with Rafayel over the month, aside from his insane talent of carving pumpkins he also enjoyed taste testing different candies that you dumped into a plastic candy bowl you had gotten for him.

“I can’t tell if this is right… help me please?” Rafayel walked out of one of the nearby rooms, fiddling with the white mask with one hand and adjusting his tie with the other. The coat tails danced behind him as he walked, shiny black shoes clacking against his tiles floors.

The minute his mauve eyes met yours his face turned red. “You look beautiful. I can see why the Phantom would fall for you,” he bowed, holding his hand out for you to take.

“Thank you Raf, and you… look so handsome,” you smiled, taking your hand into his gloved one, letting him kiss your knuckles.

You gently took the mask and leaned up, fastening it with the velcro band that it came with. You leaned back to make sure it was even and make sure he could see clearly through the cut out hole for his eyes. His hands immediately rested on your hips.

Your eyes widened when you realized. He didn’t need any help with his costume, he just wanted you closer. “Raf!” you scolded, “You didn’t need my help at all.”

“No really, I needed help..” he pretended to pout, only holding you tighter. “Come on, let’s go trick or treating!” He spun around you and dragged you along out of his home.

The two of you walked down a street of cookie cutter houses, decorated to the shingles with fake cobwebs and twinkling purple and orange string lights. Kids ran up and down the street in homemade costumes and store bought ones slinging around little baskets brim filled with candies. The sun was setting quickly and stars began to flicker in the sky.

“Come on! I heard one of the kids say that the house has king size candy bars!” Rafayel slid his gloved hand into yours and dragged you towards a big house. He knocked on the front door, an old woman opening the door while he shouted “Trick or treat!” holding a kids sized pumpkin basket that he insisted he take.

“Aren’t you two a little… old to be trick or treating?” The older woman questioned as she tossed a king sized bar of chocolate into his bag and another for you.

Rafayel frowned, nose scrunching. “There is no age limit to joy,” before stomping off. Most of the night carried on like that, but by the end he had filled his small basket to the top, tiny candies falling over the rim.

Zayne 🧸

Halloween? Celebrating?? Halloween??? As a doctor?? Yeah, no.

Zayne is very used to his colleagues getting in the festive mood, decorating corners of the hospital with purple, orange and black garlands, mugs with black cats on them, and even crafts that some patients (mainly the children), helped with making.

However, Zayne never really had the time himself to make any plans, nor did he really care to. He was too busy all the time, getting called back into work even on his days off, leading surgeries, literally getting not an ounce of sleep. This usually occurred with most holidays, actually.

When you drop by his office, a store bought lunch in tow, you miraculously catch him on his “break”. You sit down across from him, letting him take his portion as he once again separates the carrots from his, giving them to you. You ask him what his plans for the holiday will be, or if he has any, and he’s almost confused for a second. When he remembers it’s October and the people of Linkon are getting excited for a particular, sweets-filled holiday, he admits he’s never really had room for celebrations.

You almost take a personal offense to this. Has he never felt the joy of sitting down in a dark room, a bowl of candy in hand, as a classic horror movie plays on a flatscreen? Immediately, you insist Zayne requests the day off. Almost just as quickly, he denies your demand. (He used Meow This.)

After plenty of convincing (which mainly consisted of leaning on his shoulder, giving him your best puppy dog eyes), he knew he couldn’t say no to you. He reluctantly agreed to take Halloween off, much to his colleagues' surprise.

As the week progressed, you introduced several ways to celebrate with him. Scenic walks in the park with overly sweetened pumpkin spice lattes in hand, going to halloween stores and picking up tacky decorations and cheap candy, and even trying your hands at making your own apple cider.

Zayne didn’t really seem like the type to go to a costume party, so you decided to spare him from more of your begging pleading. However, he still wasn’t exempt from wearing a costume.

Bonus: Zayne’s favorite candies are snow caps or york patties.

Bonus: You mentioned it would be funny if you two dressed up as Snowmeiser and Heatmeiser.

“Zayne, have you seen the candy bowl I set up earlier? I can’t remember where I left it. I thought it’d be on the counter…” You mumble to yourself, shuffling between the areas of the kitchen and the front door, trying to look for the bowl.

From around the corner, behind the bathroom door, you hear his silvery voice call out. “l believe you left it on the coffee table in front of the couch,” He answered as the bathroom door jiggled.

You turn around to look in the direction of the coffee table, seeing the bowl of candy and catching a glimpse of the door opening, revealing Zayne clad in black, red and white. Your eyes trail down his figure as you bite your lip, taking note of the deep cut of the white, frilly shirt on his chest. You grin widely as you stride over to him with excitement.

“I fail to see the appeal in dressing up like this. I feel foolish.” He sighs, analyzing your giddy reaction with tenderness. You smile up at him, beginning to fix a strand of hair that fell from his slicked-back style before ultimately deciding he looked better that way.

“Oh, come on Zayne! You make an amazing Dracula!” You exclaim. You get on your tip toes and lean towards his ear before saying “And a very, very attractive one at that,” in a hushed voice. Your hand gingerly rests upon his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken just by a hair. His ears tinge with pink before the look in his eyes match that of yours.

“You look better in this kind of thing than I do, but I’ll humor you for tonight.” You watched as the fake fangs he wore poked out from inside his mouth as he spoke, pursing your lips in response.

“Maybe I should ask you to wear this kind of thing more often…” You murmured, eyes lingering on his lips. Zayne’s expression twitched in the slightest, squinting before he decided to tease you back.

“Careful, beloved. These fangs aren’t just for show.” He whispered, leaning down slightly as his lips just barely brushed against your ear.

Sylus ☠️

Sylus was used to spending most of the holidays alone in his mansion with only Luke and Kieran to entertain him. Despite the N109 zone being inhabited primarily by conmen and other criminals–and despite not having any favorable visitors before you– Luke and Kieran were persistent in their efforts to at the very least decorate the main foyer.

Halloween was by far the easiest to decorate for considering the dark atmosphere and eerie decor already inhabiting the mansion.

Despite the now habitual ruckus caused by the twins during the few days leading up to Halloween, Sylus was pleasantly surprised when you asked him to celebrate the holiday with you.

What he did not realize was “celebrating” in fact meant helping you with the last finishing touches to your apartment for a costume party you were hosting. Not that he minded really, getting to spend some time with you outside the comfortable darkness of the N109 zone and instead the excessively bright skies of Linkon was more than acceptable. You assured him every one was too busy preparing for the weekend to notice him or be concerned about his presence.

Helping lug around big bags full of the last needed decorations and goodies he proposed playing a classic horror movie in the background to help motivate the two of you to decorate. When you agreed he quickly set up Friday the Thirteenth.

He used his evol to get in the hard to reach places and to hold the candy bowl out of your reach when he thought you’d eaten too many too early in the morning.

The day of the party arrived much quicker than he anticipated, but for once he seemed relatively excited to spend it doing something other than sitting around his home. Luke and Kieran were unrelenting in their endeavors to be invited to the costume party.

He had forgotten about that aspect of celebrating. Aside from whatever Luke and Keiran prepare for either themselves or him, he never partook in any festivities himself. That’s why when you initially marched up to him with a decorative bag in tow asking him to dress up in a matching partner costume he said no.

Disappointed but not defeated, you endlessly negotiated, tried to strike up deals, and nearly begged. It didn’t take too much convincing to match with you when he heard you mumble about returning the product.

He opened the bag, playfully rolling his eyes at the pleased and self satisfying look on your face. Inside the bag he could see a dark gray set of something fluffy. He looked up from the bag, unamused. Pulling out the items he realized it was the parts of a wolf costume. Fluffy gray ears attached to a cheap plastic headband, a small wolf tail attached to a stretchy velcro belt, and two big fluffy wolf paws that would surely make it hard to grab a piece of candy from the snack bowl or text the twins back to tell them they were invited to the party.

His surprise grew when he noticed in your own hands a small red cloak and a wicker basket. The classic fairy tale of the big bad wolf and little red riding hood. It was definitely an amusing duo idea you had come up with for sure.

☆BONUS☆ His favorite candy would probably be something “spicy” like Hot Tamales or Red Hots!

☆BONUS☆ As a joke you’d ask him to dress up as a scarecrow to see if it spooks mephisto

Sylus tapped his foot impatiently behind your closed door, pushing the tuft of fur away from his wrist to check the time on his watch. It was ten minutes til the party was supposed to start and he was waiting for you to finish the last touches of your costume. His gaze swerved around the apartment, the faint sound of a halloween playlist playing softly from a speaker in the kitchen, helping to set the atmosphere.

Fake spider webs with abnormally large spiders were hung in every corner of the ceiling, different horror movies playing on the screen, dangling fairy lights of purple and orange decorated some areas of the apartment. There was even a small fog machine that was hidden behind the couch. The work you had done—the work he had helped you with—certainly was worth it.

The door clicked getting his attention, looking over he felt rather pleased being your costume partner for the evening, seeing how you looked.

The red cloak billowed delicately behind you as you walked over to him, the hood resting loosely on your hair. He looked you top to bottom not bothering to hide the smirk on his face. The dress was a simple cottage-core style ensemble: frilly, short and sweet accompanied by black tights and brown heels. The wicker basket swung around your wrist. Twirling, you chimed, “How do I look? Do I look like i'm on my way to bring my grandma some sweets?” You opened the basket to reveal a couple of candies resting on the bottom.

“You look great, Sweetie,” Sylus hummed, lifting the hand of yours that wasn’t holding the wicker basket to his lips to plant a kiss on your knuckles. His free hand sliding into one of the openings in the basket to snag a candy and pocket it for later.

Letting go of your hand, he slipped it around your waist and under the cloak, squeezing you close to his side. The paws he wore took up almost all the space along your torso with his giant they were. He hated how he could barely feel you beneath the thick fabric of those damned paws.

“Oh my, what big teeth you have!” You playfully teased, nudging him in the side with your hip.

Sylus leaned down, lips close to your ear, “The better to eat you with, my dear.”

A knock on the apartment door left you no room to retort as the party had started. All you could do was try to collect yourself as he sent a wink your way before greeting the guests.

#love and deepspace #lads #lads xavier #lads zayne #lads sylus #lads rafayel #lads x reader #love and deepspace x reader #x reader #skelle speaks #bun babbles #lnds sylus #lnds #lnds rafayel #lnds zayne #lnds xavier #lnds x reader

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mew2late · 1 month ago

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long rant abt c pumpkin & (some) tnt duo

(cw/tw: loads of abuse mention)

screams and shakes around like that one halloween animatronic … u know the one …

like this is how i feel when i think abt tnt duo. in my mind its always been one sided… like they can never actually MUTUALLY like each other. it’s such a disheartening feeling/experience. never being able to recognize their own feelings or the other person’s.

I could rant abt Quackity’s relationships for genuinely fucking ever. I genuinely believe that Q and Wil are so incompatible and are gen only able to quote unquote be together when their lives are in ruins. They can only find solace in each other when they’re amidst chaos or their own downfall like it’s a fucking joke. BUT NOT WHEN THEIR LIVES ARE GOOD! They have no interest in one another when they’re being fulfilled in some other way. They’re genuinely ALWAYS each other’s last resorts and I will DIE ON THAT HILL.

Don’t even get me STARTED with pumpkin duo i will fucking **** ****** trying to verbally articulate the sheer complexity of their dynamic and why I will always be a pumpkin duo truther. I will always have a deep craving for a Schlatt revival and an actual redemption arc. I think so many ppl get caught up in this fanon central caricature of him. Like why make him one note evil villain 😈 😈😈 when you can have a complex and even at times conflicting character.

Schlatt gets infinitely more interesting when you actually delve into his relationships and his actions taken all throughout the server. Everything is meticulously planned even the mistreatment of everybody in his cabinet excluding a few ppl. Do I think he knew/was prepared for just how bad it eventually got? No clue.

Abuse is made up of the “good” and bad, they require each other to keep the victim not only afraid but dependent. Life is pretty easy when you have ppl at your beck and call. I always imagine what Tubbo could’ve ended up being if he hadn’t had an out in the form of Tommy/their relationship. My beloveds fr..

Back to /srs rant lmao. Does nobody think abt just how hard it must’ve been for Q to try and get out from underneath that. Knowing that he doesn’t like the way Schlatt treats him, that he isn’t respected or seen as a person most of the time, yet he has no choice but to try and survive bc nobody else has his back atm—because they physically can’t .

Then there’s the trauma bonding.

For the ppl that don’t know a trauma bond is the (unfortunate) relationship formed between an abuser and their victim . There is no mutual bond or equal/leveled ground in that bond. It’s basically getting attached to your abuser and the abuse they inflict on you.

Smthin smthin… self harm addiction smthin smthin…

I wish more people highlighted the importance and actual existence of Quackity’s dependence on Schlatt because that’s what J wanted. Do I think he MEANT to do that? That he went in with the intention of breaking Quackity into submission/compliance, forming a twisted relationship/bond that graduated into a mutual enabling? Doesn’t matter because he managed it anyways.

Schlatt’s brutal existence says everything we need to know about him internally. Like it’s amazing the way his facade slowly faded away as he lost autonomy bc of his alcoholism and that people started treating him as such. Like. He was playing with his cards showing LITERALLY.

… and that’s where i’ll leave this bc my brain is actually cooked and this probably didn’t make sense anyways LMAO

#dsmp #dream smp #cschlatt #cquackity #cwilbur #tntduo #pumpkinduo #mew2late speaks #mew2smp

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achy-boo · 5 months ago

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Dominique De Luca

Sapphire Lake Dorm's only Master.

A boy with secrets that is too disturbing to heard or talk about

Never ask or mention his bloodied camera..

Name: Dominique De Luca

Romaji: De Luca Dominique

Quote: "Is it wrong to take a photo of every..single..thing just to keep the memories forever?"

V/A: HiMERU from Enstars(Japanese), Lyney from Genshin(English)

Gender: male

Sexuality: Bisexual demiromatic

Age: 23

Birthday: March 12th

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Eye color: gold with a grey aim mark on one eye and an x on the other eye

Ha Color: dark blue(before TWST) a grey and light blue duo color hair (After TWST)

Height: 6'6ft

Weight: 120 lbs

Race: Human????

Homeland: Strasbourg, France

Family:

Unknown French Mother(Deceased/Murdered)

Unknown Italian Father(Deceased/Murdered)

School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Sapphire Lake Dorm

School Year: he had to repeat 2nd year due to…an incident

Class: 2-A

Student Number: No.38

Occupation: Florist/Photographer(Part time)

Club: Photography club

Best Subject: History

Favorite Color: Funny enough he loves pastel colors

Favorite Food: Paris-brest

Least Favorite Food: He does not like pecan pie and pumpkin pie(It is the taste of it)

Likes: Desserts, Food, music, coffee or tea, photography, rainy/cloudy days, trying new food, children, watching movies at 3am, anime, manhwa

Dislikes: He hates bitter food/drinks, heat, summer, Crowley(depends), people asking or mention his bloodied camera, reliving his past

Hobbies: drawing, listening to music, drinking tea in the rainy days, photography(this is very important later on)

Talents: Empathy to apathy depends on the situation, silver tongue, blackmailing

Nicknames: Sapphire Lake’s Master(Original Title) France’s Ghost Face(Formal/Never heard in NRC)

Other Nicknames: Domi(Tsukii) Quince(Dawn, Deuce), Mimi(Only the kids and Kianisha can call him that)

Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Dominque De Luca stands at 6'6 and a half with grey and light blue duo color long hair that reach his knee length, golden eyes with one had a grey aim mark on one eye and a x on the other. He has dark tan skin with two marks on his face(It is removable btw), In Sapphire Lake Dorm, he wears a gothic baggy clothes however he is very fit and muscular under it. He have four tattoos and three piercings(He is more silent about them). One of his signature items is the chains around his right arm.

Personality: Dominique is what people call him. A good package deal. Meaning that you will have to deal with his constant mood changes depending on the person who he is with. Dominique is flirty(HELLA flirty) but he knows his limits. Bro is sadistic in general when it came to words or actions. However due to him being Sapphire Lake’s only Master, he learn to held off the urge until he gets the green light. Other than that, he is one very interesting guy.

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂

He is the only one in 2nd years that have a deep connection with the Libya Family due to him being friends with Valerian and Ambrose Libya(Ambrose is a boy btw)

He had two photographic cameras(one is forbidden to mention or even ask about it)

He is more protective if you get to know him

He had scars on his back

he is very fit and muscular underneath the baggy clothing he wears

He prefers baggy clothes( But skin tight clothes is fine by him)

He lets the others do his hair(He lets Vil, Crewel and Tsukii chooses his aesthetic)

He used to be a RSA student but bride Crowley to never tell anyone but Sapphire Lake Dorm about that

The Dark Mirror has to look into his soul 4 times to confirm which dorm he belongs too

His main aesthetic is Gothic Victorian

He has veiny arms and hands

Scream for the Camera

“Pictures held a thousand words and stories so look at the camera and make your loudest screams. Scream for the camera!!”

Dominique's UM and its involves his bloodied camera. The UM is about you being your childhood/ favorite places and Dominique taking pictures of said places but each picture get more and more terrifying as time past. The pictures will involves your worst fears and regrets until a unidentified killer appears and the real nightmare begins. You will be chased by said killer as you tried to escape while agonizing and blood curling screams was heard constantly. You have 30 minutes to find a camera and snapped the picture of anything until its too late. What happens after you failed? Then you will see Dominique in front of you with a malicious smile and take a picture before...and after your brutal demise.

The skull in the camera is the final moments of the person's life before they are never waking up.

@yukii0nna @queen-of-twisted @sweetlyvibe @lxdymoon0357 @yumeko2sevilla @kousaka-ayumu @yoghurtsan @aventxsha @txemptress

#ཐིཋྀ ~ rosey’s theater ~ ཐིཋྀ #twst oc #;༊⋆⋆ ~ sapphire lake dorm ~ ;༊⋆⋆#𝄞 ~ the puppets’ theater ~ 𝄞#Dominique De Luca

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tummyfreakoftheweek · 1 month ago

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Steady Sweeties

My beloved friend @drpeppertummy wrote a fic about his silly little she/they. One thing led to another and now. Two seperate events of the same party one happening before the other.

[Mild hunger, stuffing, mild eructo]

Toddy's stomach wasn't the only thing moving back and forth as they drove the Beanmobile. You see, they were transporting some very important cargo for a very hyped up party. After Sunny had invited a bunch of people they knew to his place for a party on Halloween, Sage wanted to bring some homemade treats to the party. Both of the items she prepared catered well to Toddy but also could be crowd pleasers. One was a big tray of Devil Eggs. Not Deviled Eggs. These eggs had a bit of an extra dose of paprika as well as red bell pepper horns. The other was a big cauldron of apple cider. A drink so good they named themself after the alcoholic version of it. However, the cauldron could spill in the car which made Toddy ill at the thought of. Sure they were in overalls due to their costume and it could be easy to clean but they have not sullied their Kia Soul not even once. They were the only one capable of driving right now due to Sage's costume being a frilly orange dress, they still felt sick and nervous driving the jersey roads.

After about 20 minutes of careful driving, the two finally arrived at Sunny's place. There were a few cars already there. Toddy took a deep breath in for 4 counts, held it for 4 more, and exhaled for 6 before getting out to grab the eggs. Sage hoisted the Cauldron out before joining beside them. Sunny almost scared Toddy half to death when he went to greet the two of them. Not just from the sudden surprise but also because Sunny was dressed like a giant ham. If Toddy were a movie buff, they would've known it was Scout's ham costume in How To Kill a Mockingbird. They did not and assumed someone dared him to.

“Oh wow! Look at you two.” Sunny admired the costumes the duo wore. The two looked just like Luigi and Daisy from the Mario Series.

“We are the Steady Sweeties after all… just like Mario Party 5.” Toddy explained to him. Sunny's ass was not listening. He suddenly became so enamored with the eggs they were carrying. If they didn’t know any better, they might say Sunny was drooling at the sight of them.

He let the two pass by him before shutting the door behind him. There were a lot more people already there than they expected.

“Did we come here late?” Toddy asked, worried that maybe they read the invite time wrong and they ruined everything.

“You're good.” Sunny affirmed. “We were just about to start anyway. There are only two more people I'm expecting.” Toddy looked around the room while Sage went to set up. All of the filmmakers were there in much more normal costumes. Carrie and Laurie were talking on the couch, Gray was near the snack table, and Dave was trying to put a movie on for the rest of them. They wanted to wave but had their hands full so they moved closer to the snack table.

Sage had set her cauldron down near some pumpkin paper cups. Toddy set the eggs down near a pot of pumpkin stew. The rest of the table was adorned with various party snacks. Their completionist tendencies were trying to overtake them but they needed to say hi to Davey first. They got closer to the TV before taking off their green cap.

“Hey.” Toddy waved meekly before putting their hat back on. “Do you want anything? I can get something for you if you want.”

“Thanks for the offer. I'll be there in a second. I brought pumpkin soda.” Dave replied while he fiddled with the dvd player. Toddy chuckled at the soda statement.

“You sure do love your sodas.”

“That I do.”

“We brought homemade cider. In fact, I'll go get myself a cup.” Toddy shot finger guns before going to get some.

Once again the table was in full view of their eyes when they grabbed a plate… the assortment of snacks made their stomach whine ever so softly. While it still felt uneasy, the spread was perking up their appetite a bit. There was cider and pumpkin soda as drinks. They set their cup out and ladled some into it. As they looked they sipped upon the cider. There were caramel apple slices that they just had to grab. There was what looked to be a mummy cupcake? They weren't sure of anything about it besides that it was probably made by Sunny. The more they looked at the table the more they realized this party was heavily skewed towards sweets. It made sense for the holiday but marshmallow spiders, chocolate covered pretzels, pumpkin popcorn balls, ghost rice krispie treats, and a bunch of wrapped chocolates. Hershey, Kit Kats, Milk Duds, Almond Joy, and two kinds of Reeses laid on the table alongside everything else. They looked back to the eggs… if Sage had not made these eggs, they didn't know what they would do. As they took another sip they realized they already went through a cup of cider. No big deal. They just ladled another one.

“What a balanced party meal.” Toddy thought to themself. Devil eggs, caramel apple slices, and some apple cider to wash it down. They took another sip and it was extremely warming after thr cool apple slice. Some got in their fake mustache which made them coil a bit but they had to be stronger about this. They chugged the whole cup as an excuse to go back to socialize, right where Gray was standing.

However, when they got there they felt so overwhelmed. They just stood there. Shoving Devil Eggs into their mouth in one go. They had gotten through a few like this before Gray turned around right as they did it once more. They were being perceived at the wrong time. They blushed before they grabbed another cider, said a quick hello, and rushed back to their seat. Gray followed them to their seat. They think he knew it was a rough night for them.

Gray started up the conversation first. The two of them weren't the most talkative pair but when he broke down their walls, it made them feel emotionally at ease. Physically? Not so much. The more they drank and chatted, the more their anxiety lessened. With that anxiety gone, it revealed that their stomach was pushing against the overalls. It felt warm but also bubbly like a cauldron itself. If the movie and the overalls ambiance didn't exist, they knew their stomach would sound like the depths of hell.

They stifled a bit of a burp and not a few seconds later, Sage came to sit next to them. She leaned close to their ears.

“You doing alright?” Sage whispered gently.

“Not really… I tried to talk to people but I've never been good at parties.”

“At least you got the food part down.” Sage joked before she hovered her hand over their belly. They shook their head no before they leaned in close.

“Not here.” They softly yet firmly spoke.

“Do you want to head to the kitchen to see if I can help you in relative peace?”

They nodded and off the two went. When one belly tagged out of the game, another one came to tag in at the door. With Dan and Jesse's arrival, it took most of the spotlight off Sage and Toddy's disappearance. Sage was able to feel and hear each slosh and groan of her fake mustachioed belly. The more she rubbed, the more they felt better. Eventually they would head back to the party but Toddy and Sage were enamored in their sweetie's presence.

#belly noises #tummy kink #belly kink #toddy #xsagex #stuffing

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starlightshore · 9 months ago

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Trying to redesign Rider

i talk about Pumpkin a lot cause she's my top fave #1 forever

but Rider is her second half. Pumpkin is a headless horseman and she's the horse!! they're a duo. do not seperate!!!

that said rider's design has always been finicky.

I won't spoil Pumpkin to much but she is a major optimist. Rider, however, is not. She's apathetic and vile. She's a goth girl obsessed with death. The're both thrill seekers.

So I thought, hey, what's a modern horseman? A motorcycle rider. Fits the thrillseeker theme and modernizes Pumpkin. (Although, she's such a cowboy that her design doesn't really scream biker but her jacket should give enough of the vibe...)

idk. my biggest issue is that all the main cast of UT are humanoid in design. making a bipedal monster is difficult -and even harder if I want her to have wheels instead.

my solution was to give her wings! wings that can act as hands like how birds in cartoons do.

but now i'm like, oh man, i wanna make it more clear she's a motorbike. i feel that's a part of her design that's been lost over time. but in practicing drawing bikes i just??? hate how it looks? they're so complicated and adding in detail just clutters so you gotta pick the most important parts but that makes it harder to justify her wings. WHAT is Pumpkin supposed to use for handles?? her frickin EARS??

idk idk idk and i'm spinning in circles idk what to dooooooo

#personal stuff #augh

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lostforgottenspaces · 2 years ago

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Picnic

Fresh grass crunched underfoot. The chequered blanket was soft under her touch. Marlene rolled over and gazed at the girl lying beside her. The sunlight bounced off her gold necklaces and her dark cheeks glowed with warmth. Her fingers were tangled with Marlene’s, pointy purple nails dragging over the back of her hand. Dorcas’ eyes were closed as she absorbed the sun. Marlene thought she might be consuming its power with all the glittering and glowing she was doing. Her free hand played with the end of one of Dorcas’ many braids and she twirled it in her hand.

It was a peaceful and lovely afternoon, Marlene couldn’t be happier. Beside her, her girlfriend smiled. “Enjoying the view baby?”

“You know it,” Marlene said with a giggle, placing a kiss on Dorcas’ cheek. She flopped back down and watched the clouds above her swirl and change shape.

“Ooh, Cas. Cas, babe. Look at that!”

Dorcas cracked open an eye and squinted at Marlene. “What is it?”

“That cloud up there, it looks like a duck.” Marlene snorted pointing up at the sky.

Following her gesture, Dorcas let out a scoff. “That looks absolutely nothing like a duck! Sweetheart, I think you’re going blind, if anything it looks like a cat.”

“I am not going blind, thank you very much. It does too look like a duck.” She narrowed her eyes. “See look, there’s a beak, a tail and his little webbed feet.”

“No no no, you have it all wrong. That’s the cat's tail, his head and then four little legs.”

They continued to argue about the very normal cloud for a solid twenty more minutes before they realised that it had floated off.

Marlene decided it was time to open up the rest of their snacks and she fished out a packet of Berti Botts Every Flavour Beans from her bag. Ever the competitive duo, they started a challenge to see who could guess the most flavours. So far Marlene had bubblegum, dirt, lime and paper, three that she didn’t know. Dorcas on the other hand had guessed cherry, brownie, soap, grass, pumpkin, shoe polish, and bacon. There was only one so far that she didn’t know.

“Ugh, how come you’re so good at this? It’s so not fair!” Marlene complained.

Dorcas rolled over and gave her a soft kiss. “It’s not my fault your bad darling,” she said, patting her girlfriend's cheek.

“Rude,” came the response before Marlene pulled her back down into another kiss.

She loved kissing Dorcas. Every kiss tasted like chamomile and sunlight. It had the rush of winning a quidditch match combined with the joy of being surrounded by her friends and family. It was soft and delicate and passionate and hungry all at once. She felt as though she was going to combust, but also if she stopped she would collapse. Dorcas meant everything to her. More than her quidditch, magic, and music. More than she could ever dream of.

Loving Dorcas felt like someone had ripped open all her scars and filled them with the light of a star. It burned, it healed, it warmed and it stung. There was something in her soul. It wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t huge, but it was there and it was important. She loved Dorcas and Dorcas loved her and they would see this world through; side by side as it was always meant to be.

#dorlene #dorcas x marlene #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #marauders era #the marauders #marauders headcanon #the marauders era #dorcas meadows #fluff #my writing #marauders #dead gay wizards #wlw #gay girls #marauders era girls #marauders girls #picnic date

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gemstone-golem · 1 year ago

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Week 1 of my daily art project: OCtober!

Its just a whole bunch of my ocs (plus my friends' ocs who im going to be drawing every weekend (not on day 1 tho)) in assorted halloween costumes/cosplays!

assorted info about my choices under the cut! also, my ask box is open if you wish to ask any questions about them!

-The Ball Lord is designed to be this hyper intimidating, but ultimately pathetic anime-style antagonist, hes crazy and his design reminded me of JJBA's The World, so i had a lot of fun with that.

-Starral is mainly dressed up as rosalina because of her origins. Shes a hyperactive lady whos super energetic and emits a literal aura of energizing energy, because shes all inspired by the Starman from mario. thats really the main reason i drew her as rosalina. pretty lady dressed up as pretty lady, sounds egood.

-Retina is another weird choice, shes a robot with giant eyeball screens for a head and shoulders, so i thought making her into "that one eyeball enemy from super mario 64" sounded fun. so Mr. I she became! shes also donned in a ton of lethal lava land textures because that sounded fun to do for me.

-the object fighters are all like. no thinking choices. potato is vegetable, so is pumpkin jackolantern! sprite is drink so is pumpkin spice latte! grapes are fruit so is cranberries and those are from thanksgiving but whateva!!!! theres a lot of lore about them im disregarding but the most interesting is that battle potato is a seasoned war veteran, thats about all i think is important enough to say.

-Bee-J is an infected hollow knight bee made by vespa, specifically having parts of his brain removed that make him act on violence. the hive collapsed and he was still alive and vespa's plan ultimately worked because he physically cannot think to be violent. anyways the radiance and bee-j are just a dumb comedy duo where beej is having a good time and the radiance wants him to fucking kill so bad. i thought turning the radiance into an afro sounded fun so i made im into the disco zombie from pvz sounded great.

-JAM-35 (or James) is just a gangly thin robot. making him look like endo 02 out of a bunch of spare junk like cardboard and tape sounded fun so i did that. im really happy with the pixelated face and the scan lines thats just something i wanted to say.

-Chill was specifically my friend's sona, she wanted me to draw her as the 14th doctor she cosplayed as once, and i did. i also kinda did it because i wanted to make one of my characters commemorate that me and my friend finished watching doctor who series 10 which was really fun. i had a great time with it! so this really just killed two birds with one stone. amazing awesome fun yes.

#my oc #my ocs #jjba #super mario galaxy #super mario 64 #hollow knight #fnaf #doctor who #october #daily drawing #sketchbook #plants versus zombies

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mxstball · 1 year ago

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Thanksgiving 2023

The residents of Sky Pillar and Spear Pillar were gathered together in a Mirage Island having dinner. Since it was a large crowd, it wasn't a big surprise that the host dragon decided to host it at a table in a grassy Mirage Island. The table that Heidi created housed the bulk of everyone, although those that couldn't sit at the table were off to the side having a sort of picnic together. All sorts of Unovan-type foods were served at the location: different types of meats for meat enjoyers, macaroni and cheese, collard greens, several vegan and vegetarian-friendly dishes, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, sweet potato pie, mashed potatoes, and much more. There were also some specially prepared meats that were being served at the picnic, primarily for some of the Pokémon guests.

Leaf was enjoying some of the macaroni and cheese. "So, you and Rayquaza made most of this? How long have you guys been cooking this?"

"Oh, all day and also yesterday, too!" Jeanne nodded. "This is the first time Father and I cooked together at this big of a scale and where he let me take most of the reins!"

"Must have been a lot of pressure. Rayquaza's probably one of the best cooks I've met that's not like, owning his own restaurant." Leaf nodded.

"You'd think, but it hasn't been! Ever since I took up the culinary arts 30 years ago, I've always dreamed of a day like this -- where Father and I would be in the kitchen together for something of this scale. So, it's just a dream come true!" Jeanne giggled.

"Hehe. Then, I'm glad that you got your wish~" Leaf giggled, too.

Meanwhile, elsewhere on the table, Kathy and Tor were talking.

"So, you said that Nergal likes to bake?"

"Pastries mostly, uh-huh."

"What's your favorite?"

"Oh, uh... there's this bagel called 'Wishes of the innocent'."

"...Wishes of the Innocent?"

Tor nodded.

"What in the heck?" Kathy wasn't expecting THAT at all. "What's it like?"

"Oh, it's like, kind of a plain bagel, but with uh... four types of cream cheese together? It's really good."

"Sweet and without blemish, just like the wishes of the innocent." Nergal suddenly appeared next to Tor.

Both Kathy and Tor jumped.

Nergal chuckled. "What? Does the name not fit?"

"I guess, but that's some naming scheme you got there, Eternatus."

Nergal nodded. "Thank you. Thank you. I quite like it as well. Maybe I can make it for you someday, Katherine."

"....And risk you whisking me away to another world again? I'll have to think long and hard about that."

---

"...."

Melony and Hel have been eating, they've been staring at each other. Ever since the battle within their Distortion World, they've quickly learned so much about each other. Who knew that they were essentially the same person, sharing the same Distortion World and sharing the same True Form. Who knew that they were just vessels of a larger, eldritch creature. The two felt whole together, and yet they each had more questions... not for each other, but for the beast that made them.

But that'll have to wait. The two friends would just continue to eat as they looked at each other.

Lauren was looking at the duo as well. For a moment, she considered whether or not to say anything. After all, she did hear what happened when they first met each other. Were they rivals, friends, something else...? However, she did eventually speak up. "Uh, Melly? Can you pass the cranberry sauce?"

"Ooh! Y--yes. I can do that." Melony grabbed the cranberry sauce and moved it within Lauren's reach.

"Thanks." Lauren served herself some and looked between the two of them. "Uh... Melly, Hel..."

Melony and Hel turned to Lauren.

"Is everything alright between the two of you?"

Hel nodded and smiled at Lauren. "We are. It's just the first time that we've met each other since we received some important information. Don't worry."

"Important information?"

Melony nodded. "Hel and I are but the same person. We are not the same as, say, Hera and Heidi. Instead, we are two pieces of a larger whole -- think of a relationship closer to Heidi and Lacey. As such, we are... still trying to process that information."

Hel continued. "While this information is new to us, that does not change the fact that Melony and I consider each other as friends. That's why I decided to visit in Hera's stead -- in part to check up on Melony."

"Two parts of the same whole?" Lauren blinked. "But your worlds aren't from the same place. How does that work?"

Hel shook her head. "We... don't know. We're trying to understand that ourselves... but I'm sure that once we learn, you'll be one of the first people we'll share with our findings."

---

Lillie and Zinnia were eating together... well, it was more that Zinnia was eating, and Lillie was moreso playing with her food.

It didn't go unnoticed by the Lorekeeper.

"Hey, Lillie."

"Huh? What is it, Zinnia?"

"Something on your mind? I know you're not the type to scarf down a meal, but you're not the type to just play with your food, either."

"... No, I'm... I'm fine." Lillie looked down and back towards her food.

"..." Zinnia filled her own plate again. "...It's about your bio dad again, isn't it?"

"H--huh?"

"Lacey told me what happened. Said that you chased a rumor that your dad was alive, but when you found him, it turned out to be a Mohn of another world."

"H--huh? H--how--"

"She was there when it happened, though it was more to chase down your Ranger friend than anything."

"Oh." Lillie sighed but then nodded to confirm Zinnia's suspicions.

Zinnia was quiet for a moment as she ate a little bit of mock turkey. "You know... I know how it feels in a way, though not with my father."

"What do you mean by that?"

"...I... have a friend that's in this world. She's... a faller, just like Lacey... but she's also the parallel version of a friend that I lost a very long time ago."

"Oh, wait. Is that--"

"Aster, yeah. Remember her?"

"I do. It's... been a while since she's been around. How is she doing?"

"Aster? She's alright. Said that she's keepin' it low in Alola, but that she'll probably be there during the holiday."

Lillie nodded. She smiled a little but went back to playing with her food.

The two were quiet for a while as Zinnia continued to eat.

...

"Hey, Lillie?"

"Yes?"

"Keep your chin up, alright? I'm sure that if he was taken through an Ultra Wormhole, we'll find him eventually. I know that he and the rest of your bio family mean a lot to you, so if Lacey's not actively helping you out, then if you don't find him by the time we're done this whole thing with Goldie, then dad and I will work hard to help you find him, alright?"

Lillie nodded. "Thank you, Zinnia. I... really appreciate it."

---

Aphrodite-Zygarde was temporarily taking her 50% Forme at the picnic. She felt as though it was nice to get away a little from the main group for a little while and enjoy some of the special food.

Delphox, Salamence, Magearna, and other Pokémon were also there. They each seemed to be peacefully enjoying themselves.

Aphrodite was silent as she was eating, but there was so much on her mind. She knew that Dawn was not long for this world... that sooner or later, Dawn will pass away and Friede would once again directly threaten this world. While she trusted Heidi to be prepared enough to help handle the situation, Aphrodite couldn't shake off the dread that came with it. After all, the stakes were high -- either they would defeat Friede... or this world and everyone in it would be destroyed.

Were their contingency plans enough to minimize the damage? Could this be the end of them? Was it even possible to try to fend this world off themselves without Heidi should she perish? Despite the planning and the assistance, Aphrodite still felt uneasy about the unknowns of the situation.

...But maybe it was just her nerves. Maybe she just needs to have more faith in Heidi. Heidi's her best friend and a dependable ally. She's smart, resourceful, contemplative, and empathic. She's sure that Heidi must think of this as much as she did.

Aphrodite let out a deep breath and continued eating, being sure to pet each of the creatures that she was with to reassure them.

---

Heidi, Rayquaza, and Lati were eating together at the head of the table. For the most part, they were silent together outside of a small interaction or two. It's not like they were compelled to talk, however. They each were just happy to see everyone else get along.

Heidi grabbed her second plate before looking at Rayquaza and finally trying to strike conversation. "I'll give it to Jeanne. She's really good at cooking."

That is my daughter for you. Even I am impressed by her techniques. She spent so much time preparing so much of this food. I am so proud of her.

Heidi chuckled a little. "Maybe she can give her father a run for his money~"

Rayquaza chuckled.

Perhaps, but I would like to see her try.

The two smiled at each other.

Lati ate more of their own plate before looking at each of their parents. It was nice to see everyone together like this again. This scene made them really happy!

Heidi looked back at Lati. "...Who knows, maybe even Lati over here may surpass you in time~. Now, that'd be a twist of fate, wouldn't it?"

Rayquaza and Heidi laughed together. It felt a little like old times.

"...Hey, Rayquaza."

Yes, Heidi?

"Thanks... for all of this. I remember when I experienced this for the first time. I thought that this whole idea of stealing a holiday from Unova was really stupid, but..." Heidi shook her head. "I guess over time I started to really like it, and now that I'm no longer here, it's... nice... to have a holiday to celebrate and appreciate the family like this."

Rayquaza nodded.

I understand. There is no need for thanks. I am simply... grateful that you have decided to agree to come, and that we have remained to be friends.

Heidi smiled. "I'm... thankful for our friendship, too. Lati, seems to be, too~"

Lati let out a little noise in agreement.

"..." Lati looked at both of them.... "[(Th--thank you... Mama... Th--thank you... Papa--)]"

!!!!!

Hearing the dragon talked shocked both of them, even enough to break Heidi's disguise! Did... did Lati just speak!?

#long post #muse leaf #jeanne #tor #muse zinnia #muse rayquaza #thanksgiving 2023 #muse heidi #muse lauren #muse melony #hel #verse: skypxllar #muse lati #muse nergal #kathy #lillie #zygarde

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aroacerick · 2 years ago

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🌗 { IMPORTANT INFO } 🌓

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° • ~ AJR !!!!!!!

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° • ~ sailor moon!!!

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~ big c!connor fan !!! (and c!quackity)

~ same thing w/ art!!! i wanna get better ahaha

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> don't be rude to me! i block people very easily.

> i Do like u, and i care ab you, but please do not vent to me. esp if i dont know u that well. i get overwhelmed easy, and im not good at comforting. (ofc if i offer go ahead!! and there are exceptions 2 this rule, like my partners and close friends)

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if u wanna dm me for my discord!!! i am so active there ^_^

i swear i am super nice i seem a little mentally ill but just ask my friends i am so awesome

also u can ask for my other socials!!! i am also super active on tiktok and love getting new followers LMAO

thats it ^_^ btw u can always send asks!! i love getting asks!! (if anons are off, its bc im getting harassed </3, just dm me if u want 'em back on :D)

#heyyyy :D #updated 1/19/23

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th3-0bjectivist · 2 years ago

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While kicking off this new ‘season’ of musical posts I suppose it’s important to remember why I started posting music with commentary in the first place. I primarily did it because I’m an ex-radio deejay that has heard some great and uncommon sounds that few others have even dared to broach. Sometimes the best tunes out there are tracks you’ve never even heard of. Being connected to the music industry a wee bit more-so than your average Jane or Joe, I have had the distinct pleasure of stumbling across singles or full albums by promising artists which have sadly gone unheard of by the public at large. Enter this week’s musical feature; Curve, a rare man/woman electric-rock duo that disappeared over a decade ago. Question: Remember Garbage (Shirley Manson, prominent in the late 90′s to early 2000′s, ‘I’m Only Happy When It Rains’)? Curve sounded like Garbage before Garbage even existed, and they stayed true to their form until the bitter end. You see, Garbage eventually went pop, alienating a significant cross-section of their core audience in the process. Curve did not break with their sound principle, not only preceding Garbage in terms of timeline/production, but also sticking to their guns and staying true to their rocktronica sound until their bitter end in 2005. Do you like heavy beats, sexy vocals, and a shoegazing atmospheric backdrop? Don’t you worry baby, Curve’s got you covered in spades! Managing to generate a solid but limited cult following, but never reaching quite the commercial success of groups like Garbage, they split once in 1994 and then again approximately a decade later. Fun random fact: the lead lady vocalist, Toni Halliday, is married to record producer and music industry legend Alan Moulder, who you might remember for formulating great albums with the likes of The Smashing Pumpkins, NIN and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. But enough of my pedantic ramblings, smash play and enjoy a song you’ve never heard of from an album you’ve never heard of, Chainmail from 2001′s Gift. You can find the full album here if you like the cut of their jib. Expect one tune per week from me until end of 2022, dear listener!

Curve in their prime, 1990′s. Image credit: http://curve-online.co.uk/archive/images/photo/05.php

#curve #gift #chainmail #music #music on tumblr #song #audio/video #audio on tumblr #duo #English band #dream pop #shoegazing #electronica #Toni Halliday #rocktronica #electronic rock

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pinketine · 3 years ago

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Kiki's Certified List of Every Lore Important Moment between Plumpkin and Mythrodak!

Under the cut!

Killing 100 Spiders with a Shovel

Plumpkin's first appearance!

It's kind of implied that Plumpkin was something Mythro created as his appearance was preceded with a sarcastic comment about how he's holding up, along with him ad-libbing for Plumpkin and him pressing a button to get something from him

But also not as at the end Mythro asks him to "Bring me another challenge"

Can you kill every mob in Minecraft with just a shield?

Plumpkin's first (albeit non spoken) words!

"You think you can beat every mob with that shield? Well then, let me introduce you to..."

She is observing Mythro fight the entire time

Mythro also refuses to kill Snow Golems, possibly because of Plumpkin

He also lists Plumpkin as a hostile mob, implying he considered killing them

Alone on Valentine's Day in Minecraft...

First sign of Plumpkin being hostile towards Mythro, glaring at him when he almost orders pumpkin pie

Mythro also says the following to Plumpkin at the end of their date:

"Well, Plumpkin, that was a good night, I'm glad we did this together. You know, ever since I haven't been able to play on pvp servers, my bloodthirst has been through the roof. You're the only one who has provided me with an outlet to express my rage and practise my skills at the same time. I feel that in time, we could grow to be the most powerful duo in this world. Plumpkin... you have a nice smile."

How To Beat The Ender Dragon With A Water Bucket

Plumpkin and Mythro have this conversation at the end

"It's done."

"Good, you have pleased me."

"What next?"

"For now you must rest"

"Alright... thank you Plumpkin (starts to walk away, then looks back at them)"

"Rest"

(Mythro walks off)

Poseiodon's Vault

This is where shit gets INTENSE!

Plumpkin appears at the end of this video, hinting that she had something to do with it

Hades' Vault

Plumpkin speaks to Sven about Mythro at the start

"Have you built it?"

"Yes sir, me and another engineer have built the most inescapable prison"

"If you put him in there, can he escape?"

"Absolutely not. Unless he has like, a small army of 10 withers but we both know that he's alone"

"Good, very good"

Titan's Vault v2

Mythro talks to Plumpkin at the end about his jail situation. He refers to Plumpkin as "someone I need to see"

"Mythrodak...?"

"Look, Plumpkin, I need to talk to you about something"

"Go on..."

"Someone has been imprisoning me over and over, or making some of their henchmen make prisons for me, and keeping me in them. The first few times I was courteous, and I asked them why I was being imprisoned, but I never got an answer. Plumpkin... should I go after this person? Should I pursue revenge, even after (mumbling, sounds like "all that")?"

"Do you think you can find this person?"

"I... don't know. But there is no use waiting around to get imprisoned again, is there?"

"So be it."

Gaia's Vault

Oh boy

Plumpkin talks to Sven about the prison

"[This prison, it's... amazing. It's-] -the epitome of perfection, that's what we've created, this new prison. And it's so good, it even has four cells!"

"We don't need four cells if we only need to contain him."

"But this prison is inescapable! He may have not have had help in the past, but now he might get so desperate he'll try to have someone break him out. And when they inevitably fail, and get caught, we can lock them up as well"

"That's a good point. But it better be as secure as you say this time"

"Don't worry, we took the most lengthy of precautions, we have chunk bans, bed glitches, pearl glitches and we have even gotten our hands on indestructible end crystals. We had to compromise some of our morality-"

"It doesn't matter, I don't care. Do anything if it means containing him. Let's be honest, he never deserved a "humane prison" in the first place, and even less now, after what he did to Ray and his men. Remember what we're doing this for. Our "morality" couldn't be more in the right, but we're running out of options, and we're running out of time, Sven."

"I won't let you down."

Plumpkin also talks to Deaf, one of the guards.

"Plumpkin?"

"[They still haven't learned and they've fallen right-] into our hands. He was planning to get captured, we knew that much, but to make sure he didn't try any funny business, we got some leverage over him."

"So he's on his way?"

"Yes sir."

Finally, Mythro steps out of the portal, and realises what has been going on

"We told you not to escape, Mythrodak."

"H-How could you-"

"-I'm sorry, but this is for the good of everyone in this world."

"What do you-"

"-You need to be contained forever. We know about your plans, and this is the only way to stop you"

"What do you mean-"

"You've hurt so many people, it's time to hurt you back"

"No you don't touch him [Shiratori]!"

"Kill it [Shiratori.]"

"No- Stop-"

(Sven kills Shiratori)

(A pause, Mythro stops staring at Plumpkin, stares at the remains of his bird and stares back up)

"And now, I'm afraid that I must trap you in this one place you can never escape. Your own mind."

"Goodbye, Mythrodak."

(The ground opens up and Mythro is sent into the abyss, staring at Plumpkin as he falls)

The Abyss

Mythro meets Plumpkin inside his own mind. They talk.

"Hello again. It's so empty in here, most people's minds are full of noise and confusion, but this is just... hollow. Have you thought about our offer?...Say something."

"You killed my bird."

"It was necessary, to put you into such a state you are in now, I needed to make you go through a severe emotional shock, such as losing someone you love. I can still sense that you're holding onto something. Anger, perhaps, but that will do you no good here. This may be your mind, but you aren't in control of it any longer, I am. Where you are right now is no longer yours to command"

"Necessary?"

"Yes, anything is necessary when it comes to this. Back when you asked me why you were being imprisoned, I almost fell for it. But you know exactly why you're being restrained, don't you? Deep down, you’ve realised it, maybe you've heard of it too: fate. So don't play the victim game here, Mythrodak. Go ahead and cry me a river, but it is my job to protect this world and everyone in it. Without me keeping you here, the prophecy will come true, and the gruesome fate will come upon those that me and you both love."

"That bird... was the last thing I loved. It was the last thing I had."

"You really can't let go of your pride, can you? You lost, Mythrodak, accept it. And if you can't, then you're just going to be here with nothing but your past to keep you company. I'm growing weary of protecting you, and if you persist any longer, don't forget that I am the guardian of this world, the only way the prophecy won't come true is if you stay captive, or if you are taken to your grave, and you know it too. Let me assure you that I will take the life of one to save the lives of millions, and you know I will, so don't make me. Here, before I go I'm going to leave you.. a reminder, of what happens when you tangle with me. Goodbye, Mythrodak."

(Plumpkin leaves a chest with Shiratori's feather in it. Mythro stares at it and it seemingly sends him over the edge.)

Escaping Minecraft's Hardest Prisons with Dirt...

At the end, Plumpkin's text can be seen, saying "This won't bring him back."

The him is supposedly Shiratori

The final sections are titled "No prison is inescapable" and "I've just got to play along for now"

1.8 Minecraft HITMAN vs 1.17 PRO (battle)

Plumpkin makes a brief cameo at the start

"This time we go back"

The Gladiator Pit

Sven leaves the arena and meets Plumpkin for the first time

"Hello, Sven. I need you to make a prison."

And as of now, that's a wrap!

#MYTHROBLR YOU OWE ME ROYALTIES #THIS TOOK HOURS AND I TYPED IT ON MOBILE #ARCGJMDHDLSMSJSIKXNXK RABIES #mythrodak #mythrodaktv #I AM GOING INSANE #505 archives #SCREAMS SOBS CRIES THIS WAS SO LONG #TOOK GENSRS HOURS #edit #the convo with deaf was brought to my attention by neon #so ye

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tsuki-sennin · 2 years ago

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4 episodes in, and we still know nothing about the Jamato. But speaking of things we know nothing about, listen up, DGP fans! Our new crowd favorite, the Grizzly Pumpkin Man, the third goddamn bear, Kamen Rider Punkjack! He's teaming up with our good buddy Mary, so who lies beneath the mask?

-Oh, Keiwa has one of those phones that like double as card carriers?

-She's onto you, bro!

-"Oooooops, teehee, I fucked up, hahahaha"

-Oh hey, Michinaga

-Doing construction work with his bro Toru

-...oh...

-He's gone.

-His ideal world...

-Only five Riders remain to meet their challenge.

-Big house!

-I'd like to live in one like that.

-Oh my God, it's Ace's foxhole.

-Workers!

-"Oh hey, it's my bestest buddy in the whole wide world, Michinaga! How are you doing, Azuma-kun, my beloved pet buffalo?"

-House Fixer!

-Just like the Vanilla Ice Project!

-BIG SHOT!

-I'm sorry, every time I hear somebody say "BIG SHOT!" my brain just breaks

-I'm sure you understand, right?

-"It's the perk of being an epic gamer. Something infinitely beyond your reach, little scrublord."

-Holy shit Ace bhjkljbh

-I mean, Azuma's pretty justified in hating his attitude, so

-"Wanna be my house building cuck?"

-Ohhhhhh, that's why Punkjack's being brought in?

-J

-Jamato magicians?

-Round 3, let's go!

-Trump Jamatos, the best Jamatos, very good people. Absolutely huge hombres, would play golf with them at Mar-A-Lago all the time.

-Duo format!

-Besties!

-"If you both fail, you're both fucking dead <3"

-Ace just... instantly picks Neon, huh?

-Uh oh, looks like Michi's friends with Keiwa now~!

-Mary's got a Punkjack!

-Guess they would wanna be anonymous, considering

-Lootbox given!

-Claw Buckle! A gift for Na-Go!

-Not even gonna talk to him, huh Punkjack?

-Boost Buckle!

-This bitch just can't get away from Tanuki Boi!

-Point time.

-Man, Keiwa's been rockin' Armed Arrow non-stop.

-If I recall correctly, he literally just keeps getting the Boost and nothing else.

-HOLY SHIT BUFFA

-Just straight up shove the gun in him!

-Tactical break!

-I see... there's a whole 52 deck to each of them.

-Good job, everybody! Goose eggs! Across the board!

-Pistol whipping has been pretty effective so far, Keiwa.

Keiwa: Oh, you're a fight-happy little bitch, huh? Azuma: You got a problem with that? Keiwa: Ah, no sir, I'll just trade in your gun!

-Keiwa about to commit the biggest tactical error of all time.

-See, Neon's playing smart!

-I see... the buckles are like... hard programmed with certain compatibility advantages. I suspected as much, but it is interesting.

-Y'know, despite the Boost Buckle being so like... intrinsic to Geats, it seems to work perfect with just about anyone, if Na-Go's any indication.

-"Me, work together? Never."

-Aaaaand, off he goes!

-Ohhhh... the Zombie's important to him in other ways, huh?

-Ohhhhhhh... Ace, what did you do?

-Oh cool, a training lobby.

-NeonTV~!

-"Good enough."

-I love their DGP shirts.

-Jumping right in!

-"Hey wait Zombie Man, I was posing!"

-Oh god, this is the most inconvenient memory match game ever.

-Two Jammy Bois!

-"Start to finish... going for the highlight! You're gonna wanna clip this!"

-Dancing Stream feat. Ace Ukiyo!

-Paint balls!

-The fox and cat are winning.

-"Looooooooseeeeeer!"

-Desire Money!

-I'm just gonna call them D-Bucks if that's alright.

-Working shit out, huh Michinaga?

-"My only wish is to bring down assholes like you."

-The buffalo leaves the tanuki for the sheep.

-Ohhhhhh, he got the Boost!

-Tune in next week, Gamers! Round 3 will end in a spectacular climax!

-Gotta say, even if I'm not really saying anything super interesting so far, I'm very much enjoying myself. These characters are just kinda vibes, y'know?

#kamen rider geats #kamen rider #kr geats #geats spoilers #the world's next round: trick shot of desire for the grand victory

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netheritenugget · 3 years ago

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Hi Roxy this is a excuse to gush about the magic system of eternal duo au please tell me more about it

OH NO YOU ACTIVATED MY INFODUMP TRAP CARD

OK so, this is basically the result of me trying to make sense of Minecraft's absolutely broken and confusing enchantment system, and seeing if I could turn it into a field of study for wizards.

The study of enchanting is one of four fields of wizardry (the other three being potions, god/occult magic, and alchemy) and it tends to be more scholarly than it first appears.

A lot of this concept is mostly based on this banger post, it's Google spreadsheet, and some discussion with @l1r1kk1 about how enchantments work, and it's a pretty fun post, but a little complicated-sounding. But I've managed to break things down into some basic rules/limitations:

Certain written words have power, and in the right order and context they can channel magic into certain controllable effects for human use. These words are from ancient languages, from before fall of Endlantis (most are Old Standard Galactic, but others are an ancient Piglin script, and Endlantian).

Enchantments are often painted on or carved into tools, weapons, armor, and items using lapis (though other minerals can be used, lapis is easiest and most aesthetically appealing). Then, magic (experience orbs) is pulled out of the body through a focus, with either an enchanting table and a library which can be used many many times, or an enchanted book with the spell on it, which disintegrates immediately afterwards from the raw power of the concentrated magic.

If you don't have enough "levels of magic" (experience levels), your enchantments will be shorter and less potent, or in some cases, just not have enough "juice" to cast successfully.

Enchantments are limited by knowledge of the words of power. If you don't know exactly what you're writing, usually by copying it from an existing enchanted book that you're using for a focus, you'll have to use an enchanting table and a library to try and piece together words of power yourself. Putting together spells like this has a high margin for error (for example, enchanting something with bane of arthropods instead of sharpness). Novices in enchanting often slap words together randomly to see what works, and grindstone the unwanted results off, which can lead to some success, but more often produces mixed results (bane of arthropods) and uses a lot of magic.

The longer-lasting and more high quality the material you're enchanting, the better, as having an object enchanted is expensive. The material components take time and energy to procure by yourself, and hiring someone else to do it costs money, but is more efficient.

Learning to enchant well is time-consuming and requires a lot of talent in multiple areas of expertise to learn. This is why wizards who specialize in studying enchanting require multiple years of linguistics, history, archeology, and other studies to understand. Many enchantment wizards also specialize into the craftsmanship aspect of the trade because it makes them more hireable, and it's easier to make items they enchant themselves. So enchanting businesses often have multiple wizards in their employ, specializing into their own fields of craftsmanship.

There's a reason the stereotypical wizard is old and grey, and it's because it takes a long time to learn and master this stuff.

The other magic fields are more straightforward.

The brewing of potions is potioneering. Blaze powder (which becomes infused with the potion) has high levels of concentrated magic in it, and changes based on what's added to them. It's a lot more like chemistry but it does cool things like make you able to swim in lava or make you invisible. Though for a majority of wizards in this field, it's more focused on pharmacology and medicine, as potions are important for the day-to-day life of an average person.

Foolish, a god, already possesses the words needed to call down lightning without a trident, because it's part of his domain as a deity. Occultism is the study of god magic, and it's mostly about studying the abilities of the gods themselves than trying to replicate it, though there are some wizards who dedicate their lives to doing so. It's very opposed by certain gods who like their privacy, and of course, certain religious extremist groups who would prefer that people don't ask questions. However, in general, it's a widely respected academic field.

Alchemy studies the magic of life and souls. On the practical side, this mostly involves the creation of golems for protecting civilization as we know it from monsters, using the life magic in pumpkins to bring golems to life. But on the theoretical side, it studies the 3 life system, the nature of the soul, and how immortality might be achieved through the right words of power. Currently no known methods of true immortality are known, but the properties of gold are currently being researched.

#Oops I didn't mean to post this yet I was gonna check again for errors and confusing phrases #oh well #the totem of death and the nether star wizard

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arminhug · 4 years ago

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hello, pumpkin || annie leonhardt x reader: chapter two

series masterlist

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫

BIRTHDAY GIRL

Annie and I never established that we were friends until her eighth birthday.

In the blossoming spring warmth, I nestled myself in the corner of the bench in the playground’s garden. It was an unspoken fact that nobody really played in the garden; it was a quiet haven for a few of us to read or enjoy solitude, yet it had also become a spot where I waited for Annie every day, and almost every day, had she not been sent home or busy with other obligations, Annie joined me, sometimes speaking, sometimes not. I didn’t mind; I just loved to be in her company.

On this particular day, Annie stood before me, and despite her being the same height as me, her air always made her seem much bigger and powerful.

“My dad says this is for you.”

She handed me a white envelope into which I fervently tore, revealing a gaudy invitation card.

“It’s your birthday on Saturday?” I quizzed.

“No, my birthday is today. But my dad said it was too short notice to invite you to my house today, so you can come on Saturday.”

At this news of Annie’s birthday, I immediately leapt to my feet and braced her in a hug. “Happy birthday! What cake are you having? Are you going to hand out sweets to your class?”

Annie did not hug me back but did not resist. “I don’t like cake, and I don’t like anyone in my class.”

I gasped. “How can you not like cake? Also, who’s going to be at your party if you don’t like anyone in your class?”

“Cake is too heavy and sweet.” She responded monotonously. “Also, you’re the only one coming; it’s not a party, my dad just knows I have a friend now and wanted you to come. You don’t have to.”

Unlike Annie, I didn’t actively avoid the other children in my school. I was still invited to many class birthday parties, I spoke amiably to my peers and I could name a few schoolchildren whom I could consider a friend— yet Annie, the stoic, ash-blonde girl confessing she saw me as a friend elicit such joy within me, I can still remember the feeling to this day if I think about her enough.

“So if I’m your friend, I have to get you a present, right?” I had reminded her of the title that she gave me moments ago.

“No. I don’t want a present.”

“Yes you do, everyone wants presents!” I retorted. “What do you like best in the world?”

“Cats.”

I sat down, sulking. “I can’t get you a cat, Annie. What else do you like?”

Silence.

“Mummy and I can make you something.” I continued, desperate to find something that I could give to my friend. “She’s really good at baking. Do you like cookies?”

“No.”

“Cupcakes?” I refused to give up.

“No! Cupcakes are tiny cakes, you know I hate cakes.”

“Brownies?”

“No.”

“Doughnuts?”

This time, Annie turned away, not meeting the question with a monosyllabic “no”.

“Doughnuts! Annie, I’ll make you lots of doughnuts, okay?”

Annie still refused to look me in the eye. It never bothered me, but I had gathered that she was more inclined to refuse eye contact when she was upset or shy. Before I had the chance to attempt to pry into which flavour of doughnut she would have liked, the bell signalling the end of recess rang. I leapt to my feet and pressed a chaste kiss to Annie's cheek.

“See you later, you doughnut!”

She shoved me towards my line with no malice in the action. “Whatever you say, pumpkin girl.”

“Earth to (y/n)? You’ve been glazed over for the past five minutes. What’s so exciting about the window?”

I blink, snapping out of the saccharine memory of Annie’s birthday. Four pairs of eyes are fixed on me, and I animate myself, taking the doughnut from my plate and shrugging. “I was just thinking,” I respond.

“You sure? Not looking at any hot dudes?” the only other female at the table, Sasha, suggests. Her hazel eyes flicker suggestively over to the group of men kicking a ball about in the park over the road from our favourite local café, which has baked goods to die for (or so Sasha and Connie, the food fanatics of my friendship group claim. I won’t argue—the doughnuts are heavenly.)

“Yeah, c’mon, (y/n)! There are three dashing fellows right here, why do you need to stare at those losers?” Connie chimes in, gesturing to himself and my other two male friends, Jean and Marco.

“Yeah, you wish. My type isn’t idiots,” I playfully smack Connie’s head, the growing stubble brushing my fingertips as I find any way to bring the subjects away from men that I would apparently find attractive.

“On all seriousness, what is your type? We’ve never seen you have anyone about.” Jean interrogates. Great.

It took me a while to figure out that I’m likely not into men. I never quite knew why I got so uncomfortable when middle school brought an array of boy bands that prepubescent teenage girls loved to swoon over, and why I could never answer when somebody asked me who was the hottest, but at the age of sixteen, when I realised my heart was racing upon seeing two women kiss in a film my friends and I had watched, it hit me like a freight train that I was definitely attracted to women.

I chose not to indulge anyone in this knowledge; realistically, I know I don’t have too much to worry about. Sure, my parents aren’t screaming about supporting gay rights from the rooftops, but I know that they have no prejudice towards the community, and my four closest friends would accept me no matter what — hell, Marco told us he was gay when we were fifteen and sixteen years old over a game of Mario Kart and we embraced his queerness with open arms.

So what’s the big deal? I think to myself.

“Does it matter? I’m too busy to date. These university decisions are killing me!”

“Simple,” Jean interrupts, pointing the straw of his ridiculously large iced coffee in my direction. “You come to Marley with Marco and me. Good university, far enough away from your parents, and you get your favourite friends with you for the ride!”

Jean and Marco are one class above Sasha, Connie and I, and decided that Marley University, a small, public school that gained a decent reputation despite it being so new, was the place for them. It was hard to say goodbye once they left school, but the holiday breaks came frequently, and soon enough, they were back for Easter, helping their three younger friends decide on which school to go to.

“Tempting, but probably not. I can’t get over the English department in Sina,” I responded dreamily.

“Yeah, and the crazy entry requirements. You’d have to be a robot to get those grades! Just come to Marley with us, I’m sure the English stuff is fine there, too!” Sasha whined, poking at my hand. I take another bite of my nostalgic treat, shaking my head.

“Guys, I love you all, but I can’t make such an important decision based on my friends. You understand, right?”

“It’s fine, (y/n),” Marco interrupts, his familiar comforting smile gracing his freckled face. “We’ll come to visit you up there, right?”

“Nope. Four of us, one of you. She is coming to Marley.” Jean retorts.

“Jesus, fair enough. I’ll book the plane tickets now!” I tell him sardonically. He elbows me jovially in response and stands, coffee in hand. “Right, we can finish our drinks and snacks on the way outside. It's too nice to be spending it indoors.”

Ignoring the protests from Sasha and Connie, who forlornly protest that they haven't had the chance to order a baked good after their main courses, the majority of the group tail towards the double doors, leaving the duo no choice but to begrudgingly follow suit. The late March sunshine is glorious, beaming down on my face, much like the day twelve years ago I was daydreaming about. It suddenly hit me that today, March 22nd, Annie would be turning twenty years old. This newfound knowledge makes my stomach drop and I cannot control the grief coursing through my being.

It's ever so odd how I can remember every detail about my childhood friend; every memory we shared together, her favourite colour, (black, which I insisted was rather morbid for an eight-year-old, so I coaxed her into putting blue as a second favourite) how on Sunday mornings her father would always pick her up from my house after a sleepover at 10 am sharp to take her to karate, even though she had told me in confidence that she much preferred kickboxing. I couldn't tell you many facts about any other childhood friend who I lost to time; it's only Annie. Every detail of the girl who made my infancy etched into my heart, refusing to leave.

As I force myself back into the present moment, I am aware that maybe Annie was more than just my best friend.

But I was so young. How could I have truly differentiated between innocuous childhood affection and romantic yearning?

“Marco?” I punctuate the spring silence before I can even stop myself. “How did you realise your first crush?”

Marco raises his eyebrows. “Jeez, it was so long ago. I was eleven and I was having a sleepover with my friend. We were on his bed playing Minecraft on his laptop, but I wasn’t even paying attention; I was just admiring his face, how he was so engrossed in the game. My heart was racing because I realised I wanted to kiss him, but I didn’t even think it was biologically possible to like the same sex, so I brushed it off. Now I look back…” he laughs awkwardly, before looking me in the eye, his tone suddenly earnest. “Why, what’s up? Anything you want to talk to me about?”

I stop in the street, completely oblivious to the speed of modern day life around me. Suddenly all I care about is how my stomach leapt when I saw her pallid figure walk through the double doors, into the garden, how I found any excuse to hold her hand, how obsessed I was with the topography of her curved nose, icy eyes, lips stark against her pale skin.

“How do you know for sure you’re gay if you’ve only ever had a crush on one person in your life? Somebody who you haven’t spoken to in eight years?”

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫

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sh1tbird-shantytown · 4 years ago

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Billy is a bit terrified by this sassy child, but will fight if someone looks at her wrong.

you know. i thought immediately of erica? like if billy joined the scoops troop he’d despise and adore her altogether. a little scared and very intimidated, but he’d give her all he’s got.

uh, so, here :)

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Billy had only been in the shop for three minutes. Just in his tank and red swim shorts and flip flops. Shivering a bit from the cold of the ice cream parlor. And then...he was shoved aside as a quick little figure darted past him and up to the counter. No apologies thrown or gifted.

“Steve!” the pipsqueak of a girl rang the little silver bell relentlessly, turning more than a few heads in the store.

Then, Billy heard a familiar voice as the back door to the break room flew open, “What is it now, Erica?”

Erica leaned onto the counter and spoke in a whisper that could probably be heard by half the parlor’s customers, “Any updates?” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed something so incredibly exhausted Billy almost sympathized.

“No, Erica, we may not even need you to do this, it’s too dangerous.” Steve leaned his hands on the counter and Erica reached up and grabbed hold of the little red handkerchief. So much so that you could see Steve’s dark chest hair. He was forced to lean down as Erica spoke in a lower tone, but that was probably just for effect. She sure got it though, Billy was close to stepping in to save Harrington.

“I was promised adventure, Steve. I want to do something, so go back there and tell Buckley and Henderson that I want in.” She let go of Steve’s uniform gruffly and twirled around only to be faced with a bemused Billy. She glared at him something fierce, “What are you looking at, Blondie?” she raised her eyebrows sassily. Now this wasn’t what Billy had come to deal with, but it sure was interesting.

“What are you looking at?” he retorted. Sure it wasn’t the most original but this child looked to be nine so excuse him.

“I’m looking at you because you are staring at me, freak.” She didn’t even look fazed when Billy crossed his arms and tossed back a warning expression. “Plus, Steve and Robin are busy right now.”

“Oh yeah?” he planted his feet a little, “With what?”

“Important business,” she crossed her own arms and tilted her head along with the syllables.

“I need to see Harrington stat,” he snapped his fingers and Erica stared at him in twisted disgust.

“I’m not their visitor escort,” she theatrically stomped to the back room. And as the doors opened and closed he heard Harrington’s voice.

“We are not letting her do that, Ro— Erica, this is not a kids area. Out!” Steve blocked the door before Erica could continue through the doorway and placed his hands on his hips.

Erica wasn’t moved in the slightest and Billy inched his way closer to them, “Dustin is in there with you so if that were true you’re doing an awful job.”

Billy snorted and that caught their attention, they both glared at him so he shrugged innocently, “She’s not wrong, Pretty Boy.”

Robin showed herself, on her toes and searched over Steve’s shoulder. She caught sight of Billy and he waved with fake enthusiasm. “Oh,” Robin snorted, “It’s you again.”

“Shove it,” he discreetly flipped her off. Erica, on the other hand, stomped right up to Billy and poked him right in the middle of the chest sorely.

“What do you want?” she demanded.

Billy raised a brow, “I have input on my father’s whereabouts,” he watched as Steve paled, Robin disappeared with a hand covering her mouth, and Erica stepped back with a loaded amount of understanding to her eyes.

She nodded and stepped a little out of the way of the door with a sweep of her arm, “After you.”

Going to an abandoned warehouse with just the five of them was maybe, possibly, just about the worst idea they’d ever had a group. And, to be fair, they hadn’t been in a group for more than 24 hours. So there shouldn’t have been much expected.

“It’s gross in here,” Erica stepped closer to Billy and away from the dripping pipe poking out of the ceiling. “Acid could fall on us at any point!” she called up to Steve and Robin in the front. The words echoing distortedly. Dustin, who was between the two duos with a flashlight, lifted said flashlight up to look at the ceiling.

“Hey!” Steve yelped and snapped his fingers attentively, “Light please!” his voice was more quiet than Erica’s had been. Billy appreciated that much.

Dustin ignored it though, “It’s just water, Erica, what you should worry about is the rats. I saw a few in the front.”

“Rats?” Steve asked, his voice pinched and high.

“Yeah?” Dustin laughed nervously, “Why?”

Steve looked right at Billy and Billy furrowed his brow, “We need to get out of here now,” Steve ordered and pushed Robin forward back where they came from. “We shouldn’t have come here so late in the evening. Let’s go find Hopper and tell him what you said, Hargrove.” Robin stopped allowing Steve to push her but she didn’t disagree.

“What’s up now, Steve?” she asked him. Steve looked fearfully around, feet tapping against the concrete as he motioned to move.

“Rats are never a good thing, Robin, rats carry disease. Like- like,” he waved his hand floppily in the air, “That plague. The Black Plague, rats are not a good sign and with all that shit going on with the pumpkin fields last season?” He shook his head and pointed forcefully, “So we are going!”

All of them were still for a carried out moment, “I’m with Harrington,” Billy decided and flicked Erica’s shoulder when she pouted. She punched his arm in retaliation with vigor that made Billy grunt. There was a squeak from below them and a scream from Erica the next second.

“There’s something by my foot!” she yelped and stayed still in shock. Billy, in a flash, picked her up and ran with her in his arms back the way they came. She was still screaming but he ignored any complaint she had until he saw the light of the opening hole they’d come through. “Billy, wait for the others!” she whacked his shoulder blade. He slowed down and looked behind him to see Robin and Dustin sprinting towards them.

Dustin waved his arms, “Steve’s coming, go!” Billy took that and tossed Erica out before squeezing through himself.

He got a kick to the shin, “I could’ve gotten out myself, bastard!” she scolded. Billy winced and leaned down to rub the sore spot on his leg. He was caught in two little arms and a face full of textured hair and bumpy beads. “But thank you,” she said and backed away. She stared at him a moment and then watched Dustin and Robin emerge from the broken driftwood hole.

“Where’s Harrington?” Billy asked after a minute or so passed with no sound of the other man.

Dustin was chewing on his thumb, “He was right behind us, I swear he was.”

Robin stepped towards the hole again with a mix of hesitation and determination set on her shoulders, “I’ll go search it out.”

Erica rolled her eyes, “I’m small for conveyance and Blondie,” she pointed at Billy, “Is bulky enough for similar reason. I say me and him go in and look for Sailor Boy,” she glanced pointedly at Robin. And then elbowed Billy harshly when he didn’t say anything in agreement.

“Ow,” he muttered under his breath, “Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his own eyes in pathetic defeat, “Let’s go, he probably just got water on his head and freaked out.”

“Hey, no, I’ll go, he’s my friend,” Dustin directly addressed Billy with his eyes.

Robin folded her arms, “Well then I might as well go in,” she debated. Billy took notice of Erica sneaking through the hole while the two bickered unhelpfully. He tip toed around them and followed her in, and then continued to follow her into the warehouse again.

“Hey!” Dustin’s voice echoed, “Wait for us!”

Erica scoffed and stomped one of her feet, “You two are useless right now, keep watch or something!” She tugged on Billy’s wrist and started jogging down the dim hall. The floor was a little wet and it sounded like she could have been jumping in puddles. She screamed suddenly and Billy sprinted down and saw three huge rats blocking the doorway back into the main room where Steve must have been. “Steve?” she yelled as she carefully kept an eye on the black rodents four feet away from her pink sneakers.

“Erica? Go back out, Sinclair, I got this covered!” Steve’s unbodied voice carried along the walls.

“Harrington!” Billy roared and pulled Erica slowly behind him and away from the stationed rats. “Get your lanky ass back here!”

“Can’t really do that man!”

“And why the hell not?” Billy watched as the rats took a sort of running stance. He heard a pained grunt from the other room and then—

“Your dad’s here.” Billy bit his lip hard to contain a gasp of surprise he was sure he didn’t even feel.

He pushed back at Erica gently, “Run, Sinclair. I’ve got your back.”

And so she ran and Billy planted his damn feet.

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second part here

#i’m not sure if this is even remotely what you had in mind #but it’s what i have to give so i gift you words #billy hargrove #erica sinclair #steve harrington #robin buckley #dustin henderson #scoops troop #stranger things

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